For Cee’s FOTD
This entire Skype conversation occurred during the passing of a minute as I talked to Forgottenman on Skype just now:
Judy, 1:32 PM Just saw a mouse run across the floor and then realized it is a new and very big floater.
Judy, 1:32 PM We’re all performing at Open Mike today . . . Man those little mice are running all over, including right across the middle of my vision. So strange. Sometimes side to side, sometimes up and down in both eyes. Never had this happen before. Like a meteor shower
Judy, 1:32 PM OMG!!! It was two little ants racing across my glasses!!! I swear. I just took them off and noticed one, killed it, and when I put them on again, I had another flash. Took them off and it was another ant! Bizarre.
Forgottenman, 1:32 PM
HAHAHAHAHA
Judy, 1:32 PM
The most strange experience ever.
Who would guess? And quite a relief. I feared it was a detached retina.
Forgottenman, 1:32 PM
That’s a WONDERFUL short blog!
Judy, 1:33 PM
I swear.. that all happened in real time as I was typing to you.
Forgottenman, 1:33 PM
Cut & paste our conversation.
1:33 PM
I couldn’t figure out why the cat hadn’t responded to the mouse as it flashed right in front of her.
Ants are big when they are a half inch from your eyes
My vegan concoction
Born-Again Dieter
My corpulent life style I now declare over.
I’ve taken an oath to only eat clover,
apples and carrots and barley and beans.
There will be less of me filling my jeans!
Instead of gorging, I’m going to be grazing.
I know the results will be just amazing.
So if you are willing and if you are able,
be careful, please, what you bring by my table.
Don’t pass near with ice cream or tiramisu
or I’m liable to accidentally waylay you
to survey your provender —those fruits of the cow—
just to “tsk tsk” your choices with holier than thou
dieting lingo in loud fierce bravado,
eschewing your pancakes or your gado gado.
The world should bow down to my menu of choice
and if it doesn’t, in my loudest voice
I’ll be sure that you know what you could have chosen
that’s macrobiotic. That’s never been frozen.
That’s full of good fiber, sans sugar and gluten.
My mouth will be flappin’, my horns will be tootin’.
For now I’ve decided to be dairy-free,
I’ve decided the whole world should diet with me!!!
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/27/rdp-thursday-corpulent/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/27/oath/
April Showers
Every April I find that the process of taxation
inhibits my ability to practice relaxation.
Detrimental to my leisure, it plagues my meditation.
The only way I get to sleep is helped by medication.
As scraps of paper flutter down from where they’re stacked in piles,
my friends all note I’m lacking in my usual jokes and smiles.
I’m sorting, adding, searching, piling, muttering and raving,
trying to discover all the receipts I’ve been saving.
It is my c.p.a. who has the easiest task of all
fitting figures into slots, and then he has the gall
to charge at least two hundred bucks for plugging in my numbers,
adding one more bill to disrupt my former slumbers.
It’s true that April floods the world with gentle springtime showers
that mark the end of winter and enable our May flowers.
Thus, others wax poetic dreaming of the April rain,
while I find it too quickly comes around again.
I was ill last night and went to bed early, thus I’m up about 5 hours early as well and the only two prompt words posted are “detrimental” and “relaxation.” Don’t know why this poem floated to the surface four months early, but it was the poem that wanted to be written between the hours of 3:30 and 4:20 a.m. And so, back to sleep, I hope.
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/27/fowc-with-fandango-detrimental/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/27/your-daily-word-prompt-relaxation-December-27-2018/
For FOTD
For Cee’s FOTD.
proclaimed to be fine,
The Leech
They’ve plugged up their ears to muffle his mutterings.
They’re tired of his self-serving utterings.
He’s an indulgence they’d like to be shed of,
expunge from their sofa and free their spare bed of.
He thinks it’s tradition that they should take care of him,
yet they’d prefer that their house just be bare of him.
He’s a caricature of self-indulgence,
wallowing in familial abundance.
They need to be boxing his ears or possessions
and signing up for codependency sessions.
They’ve supported him well and sent him to college,
imbued him with clothes, with playthings and knowledge.
Now he needs to be kicked out to find his own life—
to be taught by experience, seasoned by strife.
Lest they make a mongrel of a fine pup,
it’s time they encourage their boy to grow up!
The prompt words today are tradition, caricature, indulgence and boxing.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/26/rdp-wednesday-tradition/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/26/your-daily-word-prompt-indulgence-December-26-2018/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/26/boxing/
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This morning as I did my blog, Christina and Fred worked diligently on their music, but earlier I had awakened to find her having a great time completing a task I’d set out for her the night before. A few days before, I’d colored one of the wonderful drawings Ansley had drawn for Isidro and me in thanks for our using her and her family for the models for our newest book, “Sunup Sundown Song” and for dedicating the book to her. In the picture I’d colored, I was riding the pig, Isidro was on the goat and Ansley was on the elephant. In the one I’d left for Christina to color, I think I was standing on my hands on the surfboard, Ansley was in the water and Isidro spread out at rest on the tree, but I’ll leave it to Ansley to tell me if I was right. Her drawings were just too much fun to resist coloring them in.
Later, we had Xmas dinner and played Mexican Train, but I was too busy to remember to take photos. Our friend Gloria came to spend the day with us. A wonderful time, all-in-all.
I had one of the best meals of my life at Viva Mexico last night and the best company one could ask for. Fred and Christina from Gabriola Island in Canada, Lach and Becky who were friends in Boulder Creek who came to visit and ended up moving here and my long-time good friend Gloria. Here are photos. looks like I concentrated on the food. Both of these dishes were the culinary masterpieces thought up in the mind of Agustin.
