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Misnomers

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The prompt words I use each day are taken from five different blogs. To see the sites, click on each prompt word, which is linked to the blog that suggested it.  Words for the day are: brindle, infatuated, obelus, summit.  An obelus is a division sign, by the way. I didn’t know that, either, a fact that gave birth to the below poem:

Misnomers

An obelus should be a globe, a bubble or a ball.
rounded and continuous, uniting one and all,
not something that divides us and splits us into parts.
It’s clear the one who coined the word is lacking in their smarts.

Infatuated should mean thin and brindle should mean flinch.
Summit should mean more or less. I will not yield an inch.
Words should have meanings like their sounds  lest ignorant souls abuse them.
Until they do, bet on the fact that I will never use them!!!

 

Image by Simone Secci on Unsplash.

Zoe and Ollie

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Zoe Videos: Her Big Climb, Baby Bee and Shoe Chew

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Here are a few (?)  Zoe videos for those of you not tired of viewing her adventures. They are pretty short so thought you might have the patience and interest to watch all three. 

Zoe’s Big Climb: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/MyqxVMITjho

Zoe and Her Baby Bee: https://youtu.be/GGDTdo9_bzo

Zoe’s Newest Friend: https://youtu.be/pNKl3CgKyms

 

4:35 AM: Early Morning Blogging With Small Dog

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4:35 AM: Early Morning Blogging With Small Dog

The chaos of her day resolved, she sleeps upon my arm,
safe from the day’s challenges, safe from any harm.
No harried flights from tufts of grass, no tracked ants to regret,
sleeping snug in Mama’s bed’s as good as it can get.

As I spew out vernacular upon my soft-lit screen,
how could a small dog have any idea what they might mean?
Free from understanding  what’s written by the keys,
she shifts her frame, for she can sleep wherever she may please.

She does not inquire how her comfort may curb mine.
Sleeping here on Mother’s arm feels to her just fine.
And since when she is fast asleep it seems that she’s not bossable,
I have to make typing with a small dog on my arm possible.

 

Forgottenman has asked for a few more shots of Zoe, so here she is in “her” bed and my sometimes office. Ollie has been occasionally visiting us here and I can feel her going down to join him. It was a surprise to see that this time it was Kukla who slept here with us. She has been avoiding Zoe, but in the middle of the night, when I felt Zoe going down and the cat shifting from its usual place between my legs and surrendering the coveted spot to Zoe, I thought it was Ollie. I snapped a photo holding the phone up in the air without being able to see the actual scene, and just now realize it was Kukla, who shifted to a spot on the other side of my leg. Zoe also sometimes grants visiting hours. Here she joins Diego at the barred window. We aren’t sure quite who is behind bars–the outside world or us. Click on photos to enlarge.

Words for the day are chaos, harried, vernacular, inquire and understanding.

Toyless: Wordle 543

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Toyless

We are refugees from childhood and the gadgets from the past,
for hula hoops are out of date and Play-Doh doesn’t last.
No bean bags soar toward targets. No Pop-Its crack and hiss.
Millions of Wooly Willys will forever miss
their metal filing hairdos and, it’s true, what’s more,
pump-handle tops won’t spin away to whirl across the floor.

Potatoes doomed to peeling and slicing up for fries
miss Mr.Potato Head’s hats and ears and eyes.
Down what timeworn corridors have all our past lives fled?
Where are all the vestiges of playtimes that we led?
How can we track our losses when toy store staffs insist
that the treasures of our past, alas, do not exist?

Davy Crocket Coonskin caps no longer are the rage.
Beanie caps with propellers are not worn at any age.
Peashooters aren’t in evidence. Nor is Silly Putty.
Give a kid a Milking Cow and they’ll think you are nutty. 
No slinkies climb down stair steps. No Hungry Hippos snap.
No Cabbage Patch Kids hang around to share a toddler’s nap.

Our childhood pleasures are passé. We may as well admit it.
All the things that we found fun? New kids just do not get it!

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle, prompts for this week are:
target fled millions live crack last refugee corridor gadgets losses staff track

Miss Effie’s Tinder Bio

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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

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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?

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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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Isidro’s Gallery, San Juan Cosala
Paloma, Isidro’s daughter
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Some in the crowd were very taken with the refreshments.

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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.