For Last on the Card
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #28” Today’s number is 149. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.
On Monday and Tuesday mornings, I teach these four charming students English. They are Eduardo, Pasiano’s son, Marie Jose and Alejandra, Yolanda’s nieces and Yoli, Yolanda’s daughter. So, instead of Cellpic Sunday, I guess these are my Cellpic Monday and Tuesday shots!
Nine years ago, Alejandra was one of the kids in a summer camp we threw for kids. Now she has two kids of her own! Here’s a picture of her way back then at age 12.
And a picture of Yoli 9 years ago:
I didn’t meet Marie Jose until a year ago, but here she is
at her confirmation celebration one year ago:
And here is Eduardo ten years ago at the age of 4, coloring on
my terrace while his dad was making my garden beautiful:
My life is enriched by the wonderful young people of Mexico.
For Cellpic Sunday
Judgment Day
I bury ominous secrets in a locked box, lose the key.
In their secret grave, I know they await me—
barren bits I’ve buried lest they clutter my life,
knowing, once revealed, they’d cut me like a knife.
Those riddles that most humans choose to drop into a grave,
each like a hibernating beast sleeping in its cave.
No one knows where to hunt for them except for just that one
who carries only memories now that that deed was done
and buried deep. The thud it made dropping into its nest
its one and final murmur as it joined the teeming rest
of hidden acts of anger, temper, greed and lust.
Dirty little secrets now turning into dust.
Buried and forgotten until that judgement day
when, perhaps, we all will be called upon to pay
for simply being human, and as humans must,
making bad decisions others might judge unjust.
But our severest critics might better atone
for those buried secrets of the past that are their own.
For Wordle 661 the words are: riddle hunt barren bits ominous thud grave keys box drop temper secrets
For Cee’s FOTD
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Whether created by light or form, placed side-by-side or one within the other, placed straight or on a diagonal, I hope each of these photos presents the concept of two (or more) rectangles.
The rainstorm hit just as I drove up to the house. Running from the garage to the kitchen door, a distance of no more than 30 feet, I was as drenched as I would have been if I had jumped into the pool. I created a river as I ran across the kitchen, dining room and living room, shedding clothes the entire way. Once dried off (except for my hair) and in my nightgown, I wasn’t about to carry the cats’ food bowls out to the garage, and how could I expect the cats to eat their dinner in the driving rain? So they dined in the kitchen and quickly afterwards, chose their beds for the night. Kukla on the back of the living room sofa and Ollie on my freshly laundered, ironed and folded sheet. I think they are in for the night. Earlier, I had foolishly kept the kitchen door open, thinking they might wander outside once the rain ended. Instead, I entered the kitchhen a few hours later to find it filled with large red flying termites! I quickly turned off the light and many of them swarmed to the hall, where I had left a floor lamp on. For some reason, they were all on the floor, where I quickly stamped them to death. I hate to kill any creature, but these same termites used to invade our house in the Redwoods in California, chew off their wings and burrow their ways into the redwood walls of the house. It was them or my wooden African carvings and cupboards and furniture!
Go HERE and HERE and HERE to see and read more about these termites.
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