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These are the views from my sister’s backyard and front yard in Peoria, Arizona on July 25, 2025
For Cellpic Sunday
Click on Photos to Enlarge.
These are the views from my sister’s backyard and front yard in Peoria, Arizona on July 25, 2025
For Cellpic Sunday
One day, Yolanda’s little girl Yoli was here and I dragged out all my old 9-inch dolls––precursors to Barbie. Jill, Jan, Jeff and Cissette. (Although I couldn’t find Jeff. Evidently they had a separation.) Yoli dressed them all wrong and past midnight a few nights later, I found myself seated in front of my sewing table, where I’d set Yoli up with the dolls and my Jill and Jan closet and the box of clothes she’d neglected to put away. After choosing the “right’ clothes for each and dressing her, I hung all the other clothes neatly in the closet, replaced their detached doors, and posed them for best effect. By then it was about 1:30 a.m. and I closed down the play date with myself and went to bed. The next day, they had chosen to assume the same position I left them in. They’ve been there for a few weeks, but I have a party tonight and decided it was time for them to go back into seclusion in my art studio. Makes me kind of sad, though
Plethora
It began with one that attracted another.
Whenever I bought one of them, it called out for a brother.
Now they stand in clusters around my living room,
my bedroom and my studio––everywhere they loom
observing and judging me, perhaps, for my excesses,
crowded upon table tops, ledges and recesses.
I admit I own a plethora of objets d’art––
irresistible objects with which I’ll never part
For Weekend Writing Prompts (a poem or prose in 67 words on the word “plethora.”)
Quartet
They flicker like tiny sparks,
these rapid kittens
intense in attention,
movements reflecting
every neighboring small movement.
Suspicious of brief distractions.
Violent, then soft like the feather
they’ve destroyed,
drifting to the window frame above,
forgotten by its intense stalkers
of a second before.
The SOCS prompt for today was: “starts with Q.”
For Fibbing Friday, July 25, 2025 the task at hand is:
Who said/sang/wrote………………..
1. I want to break free. Melania Trump
2. No more the fool. Donald Trump, wishfully,when he was reelected, but he was wrong!!!!
3. Food, glorious food. Anyone on a diet.
4. The Princess Diaries. Diana Spencer
5. The Name of the Game. Poker Alice
6. You can’t hurry love. Myrtle the Turtle
7. Kiss me Kate. Charles III and Spencer Tracy sang it in a duet
8. Catch a falling star. Concert crowd responding to a Stage diving during a concert.
9. Absolute Power. Anyone experiencing misguided thoughts of capability after drinking too much Vodka
10. I’ll have what she’s having. Elizabeth Taylor, referring to Debbie Reynolds.
Moonlight Magic
Entranced by the magic
of the harvest moon,
We met a carpetbagger
upon a seaside dune.
From his fancy satchel
he extracted a balloon.
Then to piping music
of a loud bassoon,
appeared the strangest monkey—
in truth? A big baboon.
For Esther’s Challenge, “Can You Tell A Story in 41 Words.” the prompt words were:
Capricious Defiance
Lately I prefer my capers
to be read about in papers.
“Been there, done that,” is my motto.
I’ll get my thrills from Bridge and Lotto.
Amorous adventures in the past,
I’ll choose thrills that tend to last
Scrabble played with friends online
is a pleasure most divine.
Checking out my blog statistics,
talking on the phone to mystics.
And I challenge you to tell me what’s
more sensuous than chocolates!
For MVB: Defiant
For RDP: Defiant
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