Baby, I’d love to go ice-skating with you, but even in my teens, I couldn’t manage to stand up on blades to propel myself over frozen water. Besides that, I heard a rumor that they’d be there shooting a promo for your new album, and even in my salad days, I was frightened of cameras, so imagine me facing them now!
Esther’s Challenge: Can you tell a story in 61 words, using these words? (Photo assistance from AI.)
Pivotal Moments
When it comes to making a decision,
I have often faced derision
for what I want I do not know.
Thus, eeny meeny miney moe
are the words that I must voice
to enable me to make a choice.
Thus are my life’s choices chosen,
even when my brain is frozen!!!
For dVerse Poets, pivotal moments.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #98”. Today’s number is 220. 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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Final Message
For Bob
They echo in my memory, those footsteps heard in that early hour the morning after you left. The creak of the floor board outside my door as I lay rooted to my bed, waiting for the door to open. Years after, that last sound of you loops in my memory. “Send a sign,” I said, just before I heard your footsteps stir the early morning silence as you shared a sound of you, if not one final look, before you slipped away.
For The Sunday Whirl the prompt words are: rooted years footsteps creaks look stir hour loop clock echo before slips
This fish and the other objects in the first picture were found in exactly this position on the beach. I was fascinated by the beauty of the arrangement and the details of the fish that was not a fisherman’s catch but had obviously died either before or after it washed ashore.
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for the RDP prompt, which is also “Sepia.”
I used these photos many years ago for a “Sepia” prompt by Cee, who inspired so many posts over the years. R.I.P. Cee!!!! I post them here in memory of her.
Daffynitions for Fibbing Friday this week are:
1. What is an heirloom? An heirloom is device used to weave cloth and tapestry that is inherited from a parent or grandparent.
2. What is The Big Dipper? A “Big Dipper” is that most generous employee of your favorite ice cream parlor whose line you always make sure you get into.
3. What is a titfer? Fer feeding babies.
4. What is a mud flap? That center tongue that covers up the center gap in lace-up or buckle-up overshoes.
5. What is a barrel roll? The piece of bread that comes in the largest bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
6. Why did Polly want a cracker? She was tired of her elite northern boyfriend.
7. What is meant by ‘trip the light fantastic?’ To stick one’s foot out in front of Bobby Fulton or Tommy Rogers after their weigh-in before the fight to make the skinniest one stumble as they passed by.
8. What is a diffuser? In Mexico, it is someone who applies to the National System for Integral Family Development for aid for their family. (DIF is a Mexican public institution of social assistance that focuses on strengthening and developing the welfare of the Mexican families.)
9. What is a valet? An especially short low area of land between hills or mountains, typically with a river or stream flowing through it.
10. What is a noggin? It is usually located between the shoulders, but can also be located in a liquor cabinet.
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Looking down from the upper lot gazebo into the sculpture garden. Quetzalcoatl still in progress––being painted. Spiderwebs galore. Here are a few of them.
Her Highness Contemplates A Seemly End
Nobility in dying is something I shan’t botch,
for I know it shall be one that the whole wide world will watch.
I cannot go by fire, for I’m sure I would be screaming
as the water quenched the fire and set my flesh to steaming.
So unseemly and so crass. I’d find it unappealing.
So, too, a rope around my neck, hanging from the ceiling.
Jumping from a roof won’t do. Nor will a gun nor pills.
Every sort of suicide just sports too many ills.
It’s clear that death by avalanche is the only one
that will really suit me when the day is done.
A certain swift clean fall of snow seems such a pristine death.
A queenly mode of dying. Such a regal final breath!
For RDP Wednesday the prompt is REGAL
Must admit that I am rerunning a poem I wrote for RDP six years ago. At that time the prompt was was “avalanche”, but as you can see, the poem works for “regal” as well!
I have an additional favorite political commentator who is on a par with Heather Cox Richardson. Here he is again!!! Thanks to Forgottenman for sending me this video.
For the first time, Ollie didn’t show up for dinner tonight. I’ve looked everywhere he could be. I don’t think he ever left my property and he is not here. His sister has been yowling for past half hour or so. I am so sad. Afraid he is gone for good. I don’t think he ever went up the hill or into the street so he must be on my property unless some wild animal or dog got him. So so sad.
This is Ollie when he first showed up at my door with his three sisters. He was runt of the litter.
Here he is with his sisters, Kukla and Fran, after they’d all been fed for a few weeks. Roo is barely on view…just her ears.
Ollie is the one in the middle–no longer runt of the litter–– and Roo is above him, Kukla in front. Fran is missing in this pic.
And….guess who just showed up an hour later? After his mom had at least 3 anxiety attacks?
WHAT A RELIEF!!!!! I SWEAR, HE HAS NEVER ONCE IN THE 8 YEARS HE’S BEEN LIVING HERE EVER MISSED A MEAL!!!!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 