I was trying so hard to photograph this Wandering Jew flowering on the wall ledge between my front and back yard, but Frannie kept jumping up to interfere. Four times, she jumped up on the ledge and stuck her face between me and the plants I was trying to photograph, even following me into the dread back yard, where she drew the unfriendly attention of Morrie and Diego. The back yard is a cat-free area, or so it is decreed to be by the dogs, so when she followed me back and jumped down from the wall, I had to rescue her. Still again, she strayed into their turf, this time remaining on the wall. This is the story, in photos. Please click on the first photo to see the whole slide series enlarged. You can click through it as quickly as you wish by clicking on the right arrows:
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Lone Protestor
Some Little Bug Inside Me

I am too sick to write a blog, I am a party hangout
for some amoeba who moved in and promptly called his gang out.
They’re having quite a time in there, yet keep wanting to leave.
Each time I have to see them out, I stumble and I weave.
My stomach feels like shattered glass, my head is slightly pounding.
I think they’re doing Zumba—flip-flopping and rebounding
against my corridors of gut. I wish that they would stop.
I can’t make it to the clinic to consult a microbe cop.
Is it a parasite or fluke ( contracted from my cat?)
When she strokes and kisses them, what cat owner thinks of that?
For now, I’m resting in my bed with electrolytes and Flagyl.
I’ve cancelled my appointments, for I’m feeling sort of fragile.
The world will demonstrate without me, and friends go out to dine
while I hang out with tiny guests, miserable and supine.
I had this same bug a year ago, when I had to call off my 70th birthday celebration, much-planned for, because I was so miserable. So, these pesky amoebas seem to be maintaining a schedule. Unfortunately, I had a full day of activities planned today, as well—first of all a demonstration against Trump’s immigration policies, then a visit to my doctor, a visit to an ill friend, and dinner with another friend. All cancelled. Ironic that I’m too ill to go see my doctor. Here’s another little ode to amoebas I wrote during an earlier bout named “Once Upon a Lime in Mexico.”
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/30/rdp-30-fluke/
Ragtag’s prompt today is fluke .
Back Door (Hibiscus) Flower of the Day, Jun 30, 2018
Reblog of Word Pie

Word Pie
I take them as a milestone, these long afternoon naps
that make my late nights possible by filling in the gaps
between compulsive writing sessions to meet the assignment
of all these daily prompt words coming to us by consignment!
Blogging’s become a nightmare that’s turned me slightly manic.
Prompts have me fully frustrated and in a mid-life panic.
(To be truthful, only “midlife” if one forty is my lifespan,
which, if I had my druthers, really would become my lifeplan!)
Prompts now come like a waterfall that’s turned on every morning.
I might have just ignored them if I’d only had a warning
that I’d become obsessive in using one and all.
(I have them in my bookmarks and must daily heed their call.)
That WordPress prompt now seems like poverty. One short month ago
we only had one daily prompt site where all of us would go.
Every day, we waited for it like the early morning sun,
but now we face a heat wave for there isn’t only one.
Ragtag and Fandango have become Daily Addictions—
not to mention other Word Prompts that demand our daily fictions.
Cee’s Share Your World still tempts us, as does that dVerse Poet.
We could have stuck to only them. Alas, we did not know it!
Now we are all scrambling to fill all their demands.
It keeps our poor brains busy, not to mention how our hands
cramp up from all this typing as our lives all go awry
as we all line up to get each daily slice of prompt site pie!
https://weeklyprompts.com/2018/06/27/word-prompt-frustrating
(If you saw that I blogged this poem earlier today, I am aware of the fact! I am reblogging it to see if I can get the Weekly Prompts.Com link to work as it wouldn’t in the earlier post.
Share Your World, June 28, 2018
If aliens landed on earth tomorrow and offered to take you home with them, would you go? (remember this is SYW, they are friendly aliens) Yes. I hope so. And hopefully, they would return me to earth again.
How tall are you? Are you satisfied with your height? 5’7″, down from 5’8″. No, I’d like to be taller. Mainly to balance my weight, but where would a seven foot tall woman fit in this world?
Do you think you could live without your smartphone (or other technology item) for 24 hours? Definitely. I usually do as I forget to turn it on or take it with me. I mainly use it as a router when my wifi router fails (daily, sometimes hourly.
Whether plugged into my charger or resting on my list,
it always seems my cell phone is the thing that I have missed.
When I get to where I’m going, I discover that I lack it,
for along with my shopping list, I fear I failed to pack it!
What made you smile this week? My friend Sandy brought my new Canon camera back with her from the states! I’d had it mailed to her there as packages take so long from the states to Mexico. No more fuzzy photos! I hope.
Here is a link to a post I made making use of five different prompt words and with a mention of Share Your World as well. Pingbacks seem not to work as I tried to link it to too many sites. So learn by my mistakes. I won’t do that again! https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/06/29/word-pie/
Murdo Girl…It was me
I love this post by the little girl who grew up in the same town I did, but who was a few (ahem) years behind me. At least the brother mentioned was three years older than me. That redeems the family a bit. I identify so much with this blame issue. For me, it is Yolanda, my housekeeper, whom I blame…but in fact she’s always the one who finds the article I lost.
A while back, (before GPS), my brother, Billy and I met in Denver, where I was going to run in the Boulder Bolder. I flew in from Texas and he flew in from California. After we both arrived, we rented a car and off we went to make our way to my mother-in-law’s home in Loveland, where we were staying. We might have gone by way of the race track. I don’t remember. Anyway, I was the driver and Billy was the map reader.

About thirty minutes into our drive, we realized we were lost. Billy suggested we pull over and figure out where we went wrong. I thought that meant we would take a look at the map and together determine the best way to get where we were going.

I forgot my brother is just like most guys I know. He spent the next several minutes trying to figure…
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Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy retiring. Take action to protect Roe vs. Wade
Yesterday, Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy–the critical swing vote protecting Roe v. Wade and the constitutional right to abortion–announced his retirement. This news will set off a furious fight to replace him that we absolutely must win, because Trump has vowed to nominate ONLY justices who will vote to overturn Roe.
This is a CRISIS–but if we mobilize right away, we can protect our rights. Rapid, intense pressure has moved the Senate–including swing votes like Susan Collins, Lisa Murkowski, and Bob Casey–to do the right thing. Their votes will be key in any nomination fight–and that’s why your voice is so urgently needed to put pressure on them now. Can you sign the petition?
Thanks.
Swimming in the Rainy Season

Swimming in the Rainy Season
To the end of the pool and back again,
I love swimming in the rain.
The economy of it is such
that though you’re wet two times as much,
it’s clear as day to sage or dunce—
you only have to dry off once!
The first two lines of this poem came to me as I was trying to get in a hurried exercise session in the pool before dressing to drive into town to a poetry group I belong to. It was, in fact, raining, but there was no thunder and lightning as there always is at night, so I had put a shower cap on over my hair and done a half-hour session.
When I got back into the house after my pool session, I realized that I had only ten minutes until I had to leave, so I hurriedly scribbled the two lines down on a sheet of paper in the bathroom as I put on makeup and brushed my teeth. I finished it when I got back home a few hours later.
Eating Crow

There are a plethora of reasons why you didn’t win my heart.
It had been captured by another, who had it from the start.
But now I am reduced to this—knocking at your door.
I’m seeking some attention. Have you any more?
Love at first sight is a bomb. A victim of its blasting,
where once I was engorged with love, lately I’ve been fasting.
That love affair is over, and so I’m once more casting
to try to find a romance that I hope will be more lasting.
Your timing was just off before, but if you’d try again,
I’m reconsidering my Rolodex of rejected men.
I’m casting off my present, reconsidering where I’ve been
and right here on your card, I see I rated you a ten.
So if you’d like to give romance another little spin,
if you are still interested, if you have a yen
to set your sights on someplace where you’ve already been,
call 726-9483 and tell me where and when!!!
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/06/28/fowc-with-fandango-captured/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/28/rdp-28-reduce/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/06/28/plethora/
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