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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

Gnarled: Sunday Trees, Nov 20, 2016

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Wish I knew the story of this ancient one that stands in the marketplace near the river in Puerto Vallarta. I believe it is a banyan tree, but I am open to being corrected.
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/sunday-trees-262/

The Most Buck for Your Buck

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The Most Buck for Your Buck

Why would you stop at ostentatious
when three bucks more buys you bodacious?

The prompt today was “ostentatious.”

Works for Fandango’s prompt as well!

Vallarta Afternoon

We took an afternoon off from our writing retreat to stroll the Puerto Vallarta malecón and for some shopping, photo snapping and dinner out.  Here are a few flashes of our afternoon.

(This is a series I’d advise enlarging by clicking on the first photo.)

Myth or Liar? A Prevarication Primer

 

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Myth or Liar? (A Prevarication Primer)


What is the difference between a myth and lie?
Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie
clearly is a myth because it is impossible,
while your claim you baked that pie you bought is just implausible.

It seems the only difference is a matter of degree.
The biggest lie’s the only one to go down mythically.
If you aim small, it’s true they’ll only label you a liar.
If you want to be a legend, simply aim your lying higher!!!!

 

The prompt today is “Mythical.”

Morrie’s Game

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While I was last in the states, Morrie’s Uncle Ian taught him a new game. He also encouraged him to become a Scottish Seal.  The game is, that Morrie drops a tennis ball into the pool, or better yet, jumps up on a high planter and launches the ball at you so you have to swim to get it.  Next, the lucky swimmer gets to launch the ball up over the pool wall into the garden far below. In a split second, Morrie has retrieved the ball, jumps up on his planter perch, chews on it a bit and then, oops–loses his purchase and the ball goes shooting down into the pool again. If perchance you want to finish your repetition of one exercise before retrieving the ball for him, into the pool he jumps, retrieves the ball and swims to the other end where I have had a set of steps built just in case he falls in. In one year, he has gone from barely making it to the edge before sinking to being some combination of a Navy Seal and an actual one. In a one-hour session in the pool a few weeks ago, I saw him jump in 11 times. Neither of the other dogs would venture into the water for a T-bone steak. Morrie will go to any length to retrieve a ball.

Black-Eyed Susan: Flower of the Day, Nov 18, 2016

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These perky ladies lifted their faces to the sun at the Alexander Graham Bell house on Prince Edward Island.

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/17/flower-of-the-day-november-18-2016-peony/

No Nonsense: Thursday Doors, Nov 17, 2016

 

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No Nonsense

Although its paint is in abatement,
and it makes no major statement—
though it has no style or clout,
it still lets you in and out.

https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/2016/11/17/thursday-doors-november-17-2016/

8 O’clock Gourmet Club

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8 O’clock Gourmet Club

I wish my worries would abate,
but instead they percolate.
How can I find an opiate
to calm the fears I can’t placate?
The horror of the scene’s innate,
for I cannot eradicate
the fact my cooking’s second rate.

My conscience bears a dreadful weight,
for I know that it will be my fate
to confess those weaknesses I hate.
The truth is that it‘s nearly eight,
my company at the garden gate
with appetites for me to sate,
and oh, my dears, the caterer’s late!!!!

 

The prompt word today was “percolate.”

Like a Flower: Flower of the Day, Nov 17 2016

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Back when I lived in a place where flowers didn’t bloom year round, I always felt that my succulents were a flower of sorts.  This jade plant blooms like a flower rising above the falling foliage of its pot companion.

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/16/flower-of-the-day-november-17-2016-daffodils/

Recognition

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Recognition

Filthy little urchin, dirty little boy—
who could tell from looking that you’d be such a joy?
We never would have chosen you by following our nose,
but when we scraped the dirt off and laundered all your clothes,
we recognized you as our own, devoid of dirt and grime,
and now that you are  family and with us all the time,
mud puddles still attract you. Dirt piles call your name.
But now it doesn’t matter. We love you all the same.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/filthy/