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Miss Effie’s Tinder Bio

Miss Effie’s Tinder Bio

I am far too wholesome to do anything shady.
I am an upright, straight-laced and morally pure lady.
I’m a domestic goddess, occasionally girlish,
who does not appreciate behavior that is churlish.

A knight in shining armor is what I hold out for,
I do not want just any man. I’m holding out for more.
If he would come along real soon, I think it would be nifty,
for I’d prefer my nuptials to occur before I’m fifty.

Prompt words today are wholesome, shady, occasion, churl, domestic. Image  and retablo by jdb.

Jardin Flowers: FOTD Mar 6, 2022

 

The Jardin Restaurant in the Ajijic Plaza always has beautiful arrangements at their entrance and changes them frequently to reflect the holidays,

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Which Way to Go?

 

Obviously, this insect crossing my keyboard is confused and wondering where to go. Note the key he has just stepped up on.

 

For Stream of Consciousness Sunday, “Way to Go”

Isidro’s Creations, in Paint and in the Flesh

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These are some shots of Isidro Xilonsochitl’s show at the Cultural Center in Ajijic Plaza, taken yesterday, March 4, 2022, at the opening reception. The show consisted of a number of very large canvasses as well as multi-image sculptures. The children pictured are his grandchildren, the lovely woman at the refreshment table is his daughter Paloma, the mother of two of the children.

Lifesong

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Lifesong

When twilight fast approaches and the evening bells have rung,
a time comes when the dirges and funeral songs are sung.
A barrage of nasty people, crepuscular and stark,
stream out of their burrows to frolic in the dark.

So must the locals given to activities of light
draw into their houses in shelter from the night,
and play their music louder to drown the dirges out,
and quell the morbid moaning with a joyous shout.

It’s in such rebellion that happiness is hung.
It’s not enough to live it, joy also must be sung.
Shout life to the rafters and live it to the hilt.
It’s your choice on which foundation your life story is built.

Prompt words today are people, nasty, crepuscular, barrage and rung.

The Poet’s Eye, the Artist’s Tongue

This article came out in Conecciones, the Lake Chapala Society publication for March. It details a bit about my work, what goes in to making a retablo and also gives information about my show in Ajijic with Jesus Lopez Vega on March 26 from 3 to 7. Details are given below about the reception and other hours the exhibition will be open. Thanks, Harriet, for all your work and research in putting the article together.

 

Food, Beautiful Food

Just a few shots of food I couldn’t resist taking photos of in the past week.

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Zoe’s Nap

Zoe

 

Belly-up?

Or Belly-down?

 

Owies

 

How did your family take care of minor injuries? Bandaids and mercurochrome. Ouch.

Did you have home remedies you used? When I was sick with a stomach ache, my dad always came home with a cold bottle of 7Up for me. But, he also made us take Blackberry Balsam as a spring tonic. We all hated it!!!!!

What was the typical way to care for a cold or flu at your house? Vicks Vapo Rub on my chest with a washcloth over it to protect my pajamas. And a horrible horrible cough medicine. It was thick and creamy and tan and tasted like vomit.

Were you pampered when you were sick/hurt or told to buck up and deal with it? Pampered. My mom would let us sleep downstairs in her and Dad’s room so she’d be close in case I needed anything. My sister Patti would go over and borrow books and toys from her best friend Patty Peck next door and read to me. She was the nicest to me when I was sick. Once she went and borrowed their ice crusher so I could have it in my fruit drinks and once she borrowed Patty’s furniture and little dolls for my doll house and I never had to give it back!!!

When you got sick as a kid did you stay home, or did you have to go to school? Stayed home. When I had the measles, my mother made me keep my hands above the covers so I wouldn’t scratch them and create scars, but we had a baby raccoon that she would bathe and powder and put in bed with me to help me pass the time because it had to be dark to protect my eyes, so I couldn’t read or color or do much at all. Zippy turned out to be very entertaining, zipping over the side of the bed, under it, then up the other side, like a race horse. Another additional benefit was that I’d put him under the covers and he would extend his beautiful little black-nailed pointer finger and gently scratch each measle, one after another, for hours at a time. Mother never knew until much later and he did a good job as I only have one pock mark on my leg.

Did a parent stay home with you, or did you fend for yourself? My mother was always at home.

Was a doctor visited when you had a minor injury or illness? Doc Murphy would come see us. He made house calls. I had lots of ear infections–some of them close to mastoids–and since he lived across the  alley from us, he’d come see me frequently. Once when he had to give me a penicillin shot in the bottom, he gave me one spank first and asked me which hurt worse. It was to distract my attention from the shot but one of those cases where the cure was worse than the disease!

Did you ever have a major illness or injury growing up? How did it impact your life? Once my mother looked down my throat and saw a big growth. She took me to Doc Murphy and he said they should take me to the Mayo Clinic right away. They put me in the car and we drove there—-a 439 mile journey. I remember being irate because a nurse in the examining room told me, “Here, Honey, pee in this pot!”  I was outraged and embarrassed as I had never peed in front of anyone that I could remember. Then the doctor came in, took one look and said, “That’s her uvula!” I passed my exam with flying colors and got a little vacation out of it. We stayed in a guest house with a big screened porch that was sorta high up in the air and I got an activity book that included tongue twisters, one of which I remember to this day: “Betty Boughter bought a bit of bitter butter. “But,” she said, “this butter’s bitter. I can’t put it in my batter, for if I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter, but if I buy some better butter, it will make my batter better!” So Betty Boughter bought a bit of better butter and made her batter better!!!

 

For Throwback Thursday’s “Ouchies and Owies” prompt.

Fresh Sheets

John Sloan, Sun and Wind on the Roof

The Drying of Sheets in the Wind

When the world seems in a mess and you wax sanctimonious,
railing at the ills of those who make it less harmonious,
remember that life’s curses are only temporary.
When world events eat at your mind and the world feels scary,
remember bed sheets on the line, drying in the sun—
the sound of flapping in the wind as their drying was done.
The smell of bright clean sunlight on each wind-softened fold,

or the cracking of their ice crystals stiffening in the cold.

Remember their warmth around you, fresh from mother’s mangle?
Snapping them out in the air, her bracelets’s harmonious jangle?
Her even movements folding them, then spreading them once more
 for you to slip into your bed as she stood at the door,
storybook in hand for that nightly big procession
through story after story, read in that grand progression
of venturings into a world that seemed so vast and magic,
long before you knew the world to also be so tragic.

Let memories of your mother still be a comfort to you—
with memories of fresh white sheets. And let them both renew you.

 

For dVerse Poets, an Ekphrastic poem.To read more poems written for this prompt, go HERE.