On July 9, 22, and August 5, 2025, the Moon will be farthest from Earth’s equator, shifting its gravitational effect on Earth’s axis and altering rotation speed. Earth is set to mark Wednesday, July 9, as the shortest day ever recorded, with similar short days anticipated on July 22 and August 5, 2025.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #80” Today’s number is 201. To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
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Yikes! I have 19,000 more 201 photos in my media file!!!! I’ll spare you the rest.
In a bottle of Mescal labelled “Alacran.”
If you haven’t read my “Most Original Gift” blog, go HERE and read it first.
I decided to research whether people actually drank the mezcal that is bottled with scorpions (and in my case a snake as well) and I just read this:
The scorpions are added live, and they release the venom into the mezcal as they die. It is used medically to relieve a cough or used topically for muscle pain.
For this week’s Fibbing Friday, it’s all a con……….
Definitions or descriptions for these please!
1. Conservative: An adjective describing someone consumed by a goal to work in a prison.
2. Conspire: The sweat of a prisoner on a chain gang.
3. Condense: A prisoner who just doesn’t “get” it.
4. Context: Books donated to a prison library.
5. Contemplate: A “how to” book on crime written by an inmate .
6. Consider: The spouse of someone in prison.
7. Condo: A list of rules for prison inmates
8. Contour: A guided tour of a prison. I actually took one when I was a student teacher!!
9. Consent: Someone found guilty of a crime and hustled off to prison.
10. Consul: Religion found while serving in prison.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #79” Today’s number is 200. To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
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Unplugged
When I’ve passed a restless night,
and once more welcome morning light,
I do not leave a lover’s grasp.
No knitted legs need to unclasp.
What time on waking I can afford
is spent by me, unwinding cord:
the earbud cord around my neck,
my PC power cord from the wreck
of pillows, comforter and sheet
that somehow, now, are at my feet.
My MacBook Air, just by my shoulder
has come unplugged and so is colder
to my touch. It won’t power on.
Then, when plugged in, my poem is gone.
The Friday Reminder and Stream of Consciousness prompt is “plug.”
For Lens Artist Challenge prompt: Reflections
Bogged Down in Blog
It’s hard to write while traveling–
your half-knit thoughts unraveling
as they call you in to talk
or have a meal or take a walk.
You sleep in other people’s houses,
wrinkles in your unpacked blouses,
possessions jumbled in your cases,
move at unfamiliar paces.
You live a life that’s not your own—
daily walking, driven, flown
while trying to remember faces,
confused by all these different places.
In the past I adored going—
miles passing, airwaves flowing.
I loved to move like a rolling log,
but that was when I didn’t blog!!!
Now I find I’m scurrying.
Wake up already hurrying.
I’m confused and frankly dumb,
forgetting where I’m coming from
as well as where I’m going to.
I’ve lost a sock and lost one shoe.
Still, I find time to write each day,
here in some room, hidden away.
This daily writing’s an addiction
that makes real life a dereliction!
I short my hosts to do my writing.
I’ve given up my life for citing!
The RDP prompt today is unraveling.
Pampered Head and Toe
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