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Last Minute Redemption


Last Minute Redemption

I have made a resolution
to attempt last-minute absolution
for the sins I have collected,
just in case I’m resurrected.

 You see, I have a certain hunch
that later I’ll be in a crunch,

burdened by a heavy pack
of life’s misdeeds tied to my back,
condemned for all eternity
to never be completely free
’til I atone for every one.
Only when I’m down to none,
will I advance thus unencumbered.
Now that I know my days are numbered,
if I have ever slighted thee,
now is your time to contact me
to receive my late apology.

So Mia culpa, lo siento.
In just one second, un momento,
I will voice my sorrow for
all the ills I’ve caused you, or
all the times I didn’t say
those words that might have made your day.
For though I don’t believe in hell,
I figure that I might as well,
 just in case, try for exemption
to win my guilty soul’s redemption.

Since the Daily Prompt from WordPress is now defunct, I’m trying out a number of other daily prompts.  The Daily Addictions word today is redemption. Feel free to play along by clicking on the link and adding your own post on the theme to the Mr Linky link.

Beauty in Ruins: May 27, 2018


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Man and nature conspire to create collages making use of these old buildings in the pueblo just below my house. I am mystified about what the other end of the noose seen in the first photo is attached to. I had to include the paint-splattered paving stones from Ajijic as well as it suited the theme.


For Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge

Sweet Little Pain

The prompt word for the weekly photo challenge was “Nostalgia.’



All of these photos were taken on Prince Edward Island, Canada.


The unpredictability of my internet connection, my camera and my cell phone were distressing over the past few days and will result in few postings about the reunion itself, but I did have some remarkable encounters and heard some wonderful stories—some of which I can share and others which I cannot, due to their personal nature.  All in all, however, I’ve had a fabulous time—perhaps the best I’ve ever had at any of the reunions we have had every 5 years for the past 50 years.  (I think I’ve attended all but one.)

On our way back to Sheridan, we stopped by Richard Hullinger’s 1880’s Town, which he has assembled from actual antique buildings moved here from all over South Dakota as well as movie sets from the film “Dances with Wolves.” A small part of the  extensive collection assembled by Richard and his father Clarence over the years is shown below.  Although it is a short distance west of Murdo, I had never visited it before.  It is well worth the stop.


From Denver to Cheyenne to Sheridan to Murdo to Sheridan again, for these past three weeks I’ve been in overdrive!  It has been wonderful, but it is about over.  If you’ve never driven through Wyoming and South Dakota, this is just a tiny bit of what you have missed. Today, back to Sheridan, Tuesday to Denver, Wednesday back to Mexico.

This has been a fabulous trip, but, yesterday I literally tripped and fell flat trying to take a photo in the middle of Main Street in my home town during its 100th birthday celebration––luckily after the parade!  So, twisted ankle, swollen knee, wrenched back.  Time to go back to a different home.  My camera broke, so few pictures of people were retrievable, but in a day or so, I’ll have some stories to tell.  Good news is, after two trips from the router guys who had to come 150 miles to do repairs, looks like my friend Mark’s motel has had its wifi  problems taken care of.

It has been 50 years that I’ve been coming to these 5 year all-school reunions.  In that time, the high school population has shrunk by half, down to 49 students, even though it has gone from being a town school to a county-wide school.  Lots of energy still left judging by last night’s alumni dance–the floor mainly populated by young families and cowboys and cowgirls. Still a good representation by my class of 1965, but that is a story for a day when I don’t have to pack and be in the car in minutes.   Bye, Murdo.  See you again in five years.

Please click on the first photo to enlarge them all and see the true magnitude of these prairie views.

Worth its Salt

Since opposites attract, I’m linking my Salt posting to this Sugary prompt as well!

Worth its Salt

One of the first sights we saw when we drove into Cuyutlan for our writers’ retreat was a sign that said, “Salt Museum.”  I determined then and there that I had to see it before we left, and we did so on the way out of town three days later. Here are some pictures I took.


The bones are of a whale that washed ashore some years ago.  The lovely edifice is, of course, the exotic museum itself. The little creatures are carved from coconuts by locals.  I resisted purchasing one.

Other pictures are of various steps in the salt collection process.  The building is probably one of the weathered wooden storage sheds that warehoused the salt waiting to be shipped via rail. Cuyutlan was one of the major salt suppliers for the Guanajuato silver mines and I have read that the area is still a major producer of sea salt.

HERE is a link to Maria Holm’s photos and stories of the Mariager Salt Center, that prompted me to make this posting.

Here’s the Sugar prompt as well.