There’s hope for the world when we consider the stubbornness of nature to survive in spite of what we’ve done to curtail its growth.
For Cee’s FOTD
Where There’s a Will, Flower of the Day, Sep 8, 2019
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Artists as Hoarders
Fascinating! Click on the following link to see Mirka Knaster’s fascinating story, photos and videos on the topic:http://exploringtheheartofit.weebly.com/blog/artists-as-hoarders?fbclid=IwAR3Cr7Exy9zHXYs4fGVmoGMYVj4A7UqJhzGSzKJw1FpzvNaDtqpkrvYQf9c
Succulents: FOTD Sep 7, 2019
Mask
Mask
I’m not as sure as I may seem. I’m nude under my clothes.
All my outer calm aplomb is just a studied pose.
Friends find me enigmatic. There is always something new
under this staid demeanor that’s the me that you can view.
I wield advice as though it is my rapier or sword.
Laughter is a weapon that belies the fact I’m bored.
Nothing records my progress. I’ve no lines upon my face.
For me time wields no marker. Passing years have left no trace.
My oldest friends have no more clue of who I may be
than my newest acquaintance. There is no knowing me.
I’m a perpetual puzzle locked up in a box.
I never shed this mask you see below my graying locks.
Prompt words today are marker, nude, advice, enigmatic and new.
Signs of Life
Bridges
Greece, Crete, South Dakota, La Manzanilla, Mexico, Rome, Montenegro, San Francisco, Chicago, Texas, Colima, Peru, Des Moines. Can you match the bridge to the location? (Even I’m not sure where all of these are. . . .
Click on any photo to enlarge all.
For this prompt: https://aroused.blog/2019/09/07/friday-fun-bridges/
Why I Don’t Bake!!!!
Why I Don’t Bake!!!!
Disclaimer: Dolly, best you don’t view this one.
Well, it all started when I mistakenly bought non-gluten shortbread flour rather than corn flower at the local market that caters to expats. Since I’d thrown the receipt away and since I suddenly had a free day, thanks to the fact that the animals had not awakened me for their feeding in time to make the event I was supposed to go to, I decided to follow what looked like an “easy” recipe.
Wrong!!! Four hours and two old movies* later, here is the final result. Oh, and if you were going to comment that they probably taste better than they look, WRONG. They taste terrible, partially due to the fact that I just noticed while taking these photos that the shortbread mix was a month out of date when I bought it. Or perhaps it is supposed to taste stale. I just know that trying to get shortbread cookies blended and moist enough and rolled out without crumbling is IMPOSSIBLE!!!!! And the glaze is another story all together. All-in-all, I’ll buy my Little Schoolboy cookies at the store after this, never mind their very inflated price here. Click on the first photo if you are a glutton for punishment and want to see captions and enlarged views of my cooking disaster.
The mix.
The Glaze
After glaze
Four hours later, the result.
Best of the worst
Worst of the worse
More worst of the worst
And no, they did not taste better than they looked!!!
*To encourage myself to spend more time in the kitchen, I put an old TV with a VHS player in it in the kitchen and I’m watching my extensive collection of VHS movies before disposing of them. Any of you out there with a VHS player who want them, they are yours for the postage..or for the picking up.
Pleasures of Air Travel
3 a.m. Chicago O’Hare.
Please post your favorite photos
on the theme of “Pleasures of Air Travel”
and post a link in the comments of this site.
Time period: Sept. 5- Sept. 30, 2019
Here’s a poem I wrote about air travel a year and a half ago. Seems appropriate, so I’m reblogging it. Complain, complain.
Open Letter to the Airline Mucky-Mucks:
Open Letter to the Airline Mucky-Mucks
To Whom It May Concern:
My carry-on’s too heavy to lift above my seat,
so I had to put it under, now there’s no room for my feet.
I request some water (though I’ve been twice rebuffed,)
to take an antihistamine, for my eyes are puffed
from the perfume of my seatmate, which also made me cough.
So I’m already hurting long before lift off.
I’ve squeeze marks from the narrow seats, I’m shivering from the draft,
and when this ride is over, I must board another craft!
Two hours later, two states up, I face another battle
trying to find a decent airport meal here in Seattle.
On my muffuletta sandwich (priced $15.93),
I look in vain for olives, which there don’t seem to be.
My Tim’s potato chips are stale, the sodas are all flat.
The Wifi that they advertise does not know where I’m at.
Air travel’s an adventure but not the one I sought.
I forget this lesson once again, refusing to be taught.
One hour left ‘til I lift off to wing my way on east,
I buy a drink and steel myself to board your winged beast.
I hope this time my seat mate fits in his own seat
so I don’t have to deal again with the impossible feat
of leaning out into the aisle, avoiding every ass
of passengers and stewards that brush me as they pass.
I bitch, I whine, I grouse, I cry, complain and moan and sigh.
‘Til by now I’m sure you wonder why I even fly.
I must admit I’ve asked myself the same as I’ve been talking.
The only reason I have found is that it sure beats walking.
Thursday Doors, Sep 5, 2019
Reckless in Retrospect
Reckless in Retrospect
I’d love to be spontaneous, spur-of-the moment, rash—
to burn my candle at both ends, right down to the ash.
Impulsive and incautious, impetuous and careless.
Have hair-raising adventures up to the time I’m hairless.
But I was born of parents both dependable and prudent.
I was a cautious driver and a conscientious student.
I planned my life out to a “T,” kept calendars and planners.
I wore my skirts down to my knees and always watched my manners.
If perfect is as perfect does, by now I’d be a saint.
The only problem is, in spite of all of this, I ain’t!!!
I might as well have had some fun and risked a wrong decision.
For after all of this, I’ve found there’s scant fun in precision.
The prompt word still unpublished when I wrote my prompt poem this morning was spontaneous. Here it is, in a poem all its own.
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