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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.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr. reviled by Carolyn Kennedy. No worse person to be in charge of the nation’s health!!!

Caroline Kennedy wrote a scathing letter to key senators on Tuesday, calling her cousin, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., a “predator” addicted to attention from airing dangerous views on vaccinations and who is unfit to be the nation’s health secretary.

She urged lawmakers questioning Mr. Kennedy at his confirmation hearings Wednesday and Thursday to reject his nomination. She cited his lack of experience, misinformed views on vaccines and personal attributes. In the letter, she described how he led other family members “down the path of drug addiction.”

“His basement, his garage, and his dorm room were the centers of the action where drugs were available, and he enjoyed showing off how he put baby chickens and mice in the blender to feed his hawks,” Ms. Kennedy wrote. “It was often a perverse scene of despair and violence.”

Her letter was first reported in The Washington Post.

Ms. Kennedy expressed particular outrage over the new disclosures in his ethics agreement filed with the Senate, which she described as outlining how his “crusade against vaccination has benefited him in other ways.”

She cited Mr. Kennedy’s decision to keep a financial stake in litigation against Merck, which makes a key vaccine against the human papillomavirus (HPV) that is administered to protect against cervical cancer.

“In other words, he is willing to enrich himself by denying access to a vaccine that can prevent almost all forms of cervical cancer and which has been safely administered to millions of boys and girls,” Ms. Kennedy wrote.

See also this video: https://www.google.com/search?q=what+family+members+besides+Carolyn+do+not+support+robert+f.+kennedy+jr.&rlz=1C5CHFA_enMX1081MX1081&oq=what+family+members+besides+Carolyn+do+not+support+robert+f.+kennedy+jr.&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOTIHCAEQIRiPAjIHCAIQIRiPAtIBCTE4ODc1ajBqN6gCCLACAQ&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:61ac26b7,vid:nryofZuk5Yc,st:0

Zinnias, for FOTD, Feb 1, 2025

 

For Cee’s FOTD

 

Finite, for Just Jot It, Jan 31, 2025

Finite

In the end, all the same.
Although remembering your name,
eventually no one knows
the you that lived inside your clothes.

They may see your charming smile,
your tender looks or cunning guile,
and still not have the faintest clue
of the authentic, inner you.

Perhaps we start out all the same;
so who’s the one that we should blame
when some turn into Phyllis Dillers
and others into serial killers?

Ghandi, Hitler, Bundy, and
the rest of us, by nature’s hand
instilled with sin or piety
in infinite variety.

But still, at end of life, we fall,
not so different after all.
At the very end of day,
returned to dust, we blow away.

For Just Jot It the prompt is to include a word with “fini” in it.

The Way, for The Unicorn Challenge. Feb 1, 2025

The Way

The well-bricked path leads steeply down
to the bottom of the town
to mysteries that can’t be seen,
with many pleasures in-between.

Neatly stuccoed walls with doors
recessed but opening onto floors
perhaps mosaic or well-worn wood
you’d stoop to caress if you could.

Plants in front of every  dwelling
exude the green that you’ve been smelling
to balance all the brick and stone
as you walk down this road alone.

Path leads to steps to path to road
and far below, the mother lode
of other souls, milling there
beneath that final lonely stair.

Your trip down of double worth.
First lone reflection, then the mirth
of company that you knew not
all along, was what you really sought.

for The Unicorn Challenge  we are to write a short piece no longer than 250 words based on the above photograph.

Loving (More Than) Spoonfuls

 

 

Loving (More Than) Spoonfuls

It seemed a meager portion for such a pricey place––
three peas, a single escargot. Potatoes? not a trace.
They’d spilled some brown stuff on the plate and dabbed a bit of green.
No wonder other diners all looked so very lean.

Two bites and the first course was gone, the plates all whisked away,
replaced by a sparse salad little more than mounds of hay.
A tiny slivered mass of yellow with seeds sprinkled over,
a spray of oil, some flower petals and a sprig of clover.

I looked my first date in the eye to see what he might think.
As he lifted a forkful, he gave a little wink.
We consumed their tiny lamb chops, complete with ruffled cuff
and scarfed the spoonful of dessert that wasn’t near enough.

He paid the bill, retrieved our coats and walked me to his car.
“I have another treat for you,” he said. “It isn’t far.”
He pulled up to McDonalds and ordered two big macs,
large French fries and two sodas and handed me the sacks.

Afterwards, at Dairy Queen, we sealed this new romance
with Butterfinger Blizzards and then a smoldering glance.
I accepted the next course with lips and arms most eager.
And what he served me next, my dear, was anything but meager.

I do not like posh restaurants with their nouvelle cuisine.
I find their foam and slivers and seeds and piles obscene.
Their single little vegetables hung on tiny racks?
I prefer larger portions and calories served in sacks!

And that is how we bonded, your Uncle Joe and I,
over Colonel Sanders, Taco Bell and carryout Thai.
Others may impress their dates with pricey gourmet suppers,
but my true love seduced with feasts of fast food filler-uppers!

In response to Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “Spoonful”

Last on the Card, Jan 31, 2025

Please Click on photos to enlarge.

I am so happy that it is “Last on the Card” time again. I took these three photos and could not figure out what category they’d fit into…until Forgottenman reminded me it was time for Bushboy’s Last on the Card prompt.

I had never seen this  butterfly before. It was sitting on the ledge above Morrie’s cage and I saw it when I was giving them their morning meal. It seemed not to be able to fly. I tried gently moving it to make sure the feet weren’t stuck to the ledge and also carefully spread its wings a bit to make sure they weren’t stuck together by cobwebs or some other environmental danger. I then took it out and put it on a plant and never saw it again. I hope it flew away. It is a Smyrna blomfildia, The Blomfild’s beauty, a species of butterfly in the family Nymphalidae  and among other locales, is found from Mexico down to Panama. Beautiful markings.

As for the other photos, if you look carefully, you’ll see what has captured Morrie’s interest. They remained like this for some minutes. No barking, only occasional meowing. I had already fed them both so don’t know what other than curiosity caused Ollie to come and observe us from the roofline.

The silhouette of the trees and bougainvillea was actually the last on the card, so had to include it.  The others were second and third to last.

For Bushboy’s Last on the Card

Reblog of Archon’s Den’s Brilliant Answers for Last Week’s Fibbing Friday

I must reblog these brilliant answers by Archon and his daughter to last week’s Fibbing Friday.  Cliick on the below link to see them:
 

A Rose is a Rose for FOTD Jan 31, 2025

 

For Cee’s FOTD

for Fibbing Friday, Jan 31, 2025

For Fibbing Friday,  the challenge is:

1.   To the nearest mile, how many miles of nerves do we have in the human body?The number of miles of nerves in the human body is 1/5,280 th of the number of feet of nerves in the human body.
2.   Of the 300,000 different edible plants on earth, how many do we eat? As many as we can pile on our plates at the local Salad Buffet.
3.   What colour is snow on Pluto? The same color as it is on every dog’s coat. White.
4.   What is the dot on the letter ‘i’ called? A polka dot.
5.   How many presidents of the USA died on July 4th? This year, none of them.
6.   What does Pinocchio mean in Italian? It is a variety of pineapple with a very long stem.
7.   What are the six official languages of the UN? Pig Latin, Sign Language, Morse Code, Gobbledegook, Baby Talk and Walkie Talkie.
8.   What city was Italy’s first capital? Spagheccity.
9.   What does an average human head weigh? It can’t weigh anything. You should use the scales.
10.  Who was Spencer Perceval? I don’t know, but all our swains commend him!  (if this is too obscure go HERE for a clue.)

 

String Theory for dVerse Poets, Jan 30, 2025

 

String Theory

This string you see between the cat
and my stepmother’s witch’s hat
was strung by me to work a spell
to send them both straight back to Hell.
As you can see, the witch has vanished
so more than half the threat is banished.
I think, perhaps, without her
the cat will just curl up and purr.
But ’til I know that this is true,
I’ll wait until it gives a clue
the reason it is naughty’s that
it is, after all, a cat!!

For dVerse Poets Open Link Night  # 377  we were to create an ekphrastic poem describing the above painting. .“Where or When (Things Past)” (1948), oil on canvas, by Gertrude Abercrombie. Image from Carnegie Museum of Art and Colby Museum of Art      Source

To hear Kim of Glover Garden’s oral recitation of this poem, go HERE.:

To see other poems written to this prompt, go HERE.