My post today is directly influenced by Anglo Swiss’s post, so I am reblogging it here for you to see the video and read her blog before reading mine. Thanks, Anglo Swiss, for educating me as to the Swiss form of govenment. If I ever knew this before, I had forgotten. And, the video is amazing. I had never seen it before. Recognize anyone?????
Cinnamon Woes
When for my yearly physical I went to see my doc,
two cinnamon pills daily were prescribed to me ad hoc.
I had a premonition this solution wouldn’t work,
for prescribing condiments seemed nothing but a quirk.
With no other suggestions, she had me in a bind.
High cholesterol’s no joke. I knew I had to mind.
I put it off ’til evening for it seemed to me so odd
to buy the stuff in capsules to put into my bod.
I took one before bedtime and it caught up in my throat.
The gelatin slowly dissolved. The spice began to bloat.
I had cinnamon reflux. Then I had cinnamon burps.
I swallowed and I swallowed and took water in four slurps.
I coughed three times and tasted cinnamon each time.
I savored not its flavor. Its taste was not sublime.
That throat lump then descended. The pain was near my heart.
Then suddenly that cinnamon was expelled in a fart.
The jar of cinnamon capsules is huge and fully filled.
Tomorrow morn at breakfast, again I should be pilled.
But though I’m not the type to go against the status quo,
from now on I’ll take cinnamon with sugar, rolled in dough.
Honestly!
Though I always tell it if I can,
of the brutal truth, I’m not a fan.
(It’s the brutal part that bothers me,
and not the actual honesty.)
In fact, let’s institute a pact
to exercise the utmost tact.
When telling others just what “is,”
be gentle, be they Sir or Ms;
for though it’s not right to be truthless,
there’s no excuse for being ruthless.
The Prompt: Truth or Dare—Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?
Bug Obit
Just a slug
come undug,
this greenery thug
stuffed his mug,
then gave a tug
and ate the rug.
Climbed up a jug.
Ooops! No plug.
Glug-a-lug.
Okay, I’ve finally figured it out. When I posted my second post on this subject, I inadvertently published it over my first posting instead of opening a new post…I erased the content of the old one–everything except the comments. So, those comments from Cee and Nancy actually were for this image, which was an enigma to all. I do think I’ve figured out what happened. Guess if you wish, but I’ll post what i think happened below. Please note that I did not edit or change the image in any way. This is exactly how I snapped it.
SPOILER–if you want to guess what happened, comment before you read on. My guess at what happened: I think I inadvertently had the panoramic setting turned on. I snapped the picture, then put the camera up to take another picture not knowing I was still taking the other picture. This must be what happened. Can’t think of any other explanation short of photographic poltergeists. But, why was the image not longer like other panoramic shots??? Mystery of life.
The circles of life above were constructed by Nancy Gerdt, a talented artist from Felton, CA. Here is her beautiful garden and her studio:
and some more of her work:
https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2015/05/28/a-photo-a-week-the-circle-of-life/
What is it? Something whose cycle is vital to all life–a detail from a plastic bottle of water in the cupholder of my sister’s car.
Also vital for the circle of life: air–here represented by the air vent on my sister’s car.
And finally, a third component of the circle of life: good old South Dakota Jones County gumbo! It is this rich soil, here on the tire of my sister’s car, that sent me through college and assured my path in life…Messy, but thanks. I am what I am today because of it!!!!
https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2015/05/28/a-photo-a-week-the-circle-of-life/
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Tell us about a time you did a 180 — changed your views on something, reversed a decision, or acted in a way you ordinarily don’t. (I wrote to this post earlier, and since it looks like only five people read the post, I’m reprinting it here.)
Of Stable Mind
There’s nothing I said yesterday that I’d like to retract.
Such wishy-washy thought systems leave me cold, in fact.
Those things that I believed in–last week, last month, last year–
are pretty much the standards that I still hold dear.
I’m not veering toward the right and I don’t like war games much.
I haven’t changed my taste for chocolate or changed to Greek from Dutch.
I still like Indie movies, the Avett Brothers and
prefer the beach to mountains as I like my walks in sand.
Though change is epidemic with apps changing every day,
when it comes to my beliefs, I think that I’m just going to stay
right here in the middle of the leftward slanting crowd–
where thinking for yourself is both encouraged and allowed.
No knee jerk either way, please, and respect for everyone
so long as they aren’t given to persuasion with a gun.
So I’ll post no apologia for anything I’m thinking.
I’ll row home in the boat I came in even if it’s sinking!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/180-degrees/
