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For Cee’s Challenge, Colors that begin with “S.”
The Tuesdays of Texture prompt seemed to close down on Sept. 19 with this final message: “We are now bracing for Hurricane Maria, a cat 5 with a pronosticated route through the middle of PR Wednesday to Thursday. Please KEEP US IN YOUR PRAYERS that we stay safe and it goes by fast.THANKS TO ALL PARTICIPATIONS!”
I hope Narami is okay. I miss this prompt so I’m going to continue to post it on my own. If anyone else wants to establish a link with their own texture photo or if they know any news of Narami and why the site seems to have gone inactive, please comment below! GOOD NEWS Looks like she is okay… just a different URL from the one I’ve had favorited. See her blog HERE.
A Proclivity to Rhyme
(All the Time)
You may guess there are drawbacks to writing as I do,
for lately, I must find a rhyme for everything I view.
This matching up of words that rhyme has come to be compulsion.
A harmless one, but still one sometimes met with some revulsion.
When making jokes or making bread or making whoop-de-do,
I always think of words that rhyme and then I voice a few.
So when a lover bites my neck and with my hair is toying,
and the only word that I can find to rhyme is “cloying;”
it certainly gets in the way of my successful “boying!”
Or when a good friend feeds me and under-cooks the meat,
as I run through my retinue to find a rhyme that’s neat;
and she happens to hear me just as I curse the red,
wishing she had opted for a well-done steak instead,
my sincere protestations do not seem to be accepted.
If only that one choice of rhymes had not been intercepted,
perhaps she would still ask me to her luncheons and her dinners,
Instead, I’ve wound up on her list of culinary sinners!
As much as I like rhyming, sometimes it is a curse,
for what is my best habit may also be my worse.
If only long ago I’d learned how not to rhyme each word,
the last one in this poem would not need to be “absurd.”
Another very golden oldie that happens to fit the prompt perfectly. The prompt word today is proclivity.
This gorgeous anthurium was a gift from cross-the-street neighbors Brad and Dave. Such a unique color. I love it.
A solitary hibiscus popped itself open and presented itself like a Christmas gift when I got back from an afternoon holiday dinner today. Merry Christmas to all!
If you missed the beginning of the story of the year I decided not to celebrate Christmas, go HERE. The rest of the story won’t make much sense unless you read and view the first segment prior to returning here to see the end of the story. This was the Christmas I said I wasn’t going to celebrate. No decorations. No entertaining. No plans, short of dinner in a restaurant on Xmas day with Blue and friends. But, life has a way of happening when you don’t over-plan it, and these are photos taken during the wonderful few days leading up to and including Xmas Eve that happened on their own. Click on the first photo to see enlarged photos and captions.
The prompt today was cherish.
Once I liked my dishes spicy,
but lately it is getting dicey.
As time progresses, I find it’s not
advisable to dine on “hot.”
Somehow, my tastes have seemed to tame.
It’s all those extra years I blame,
that turn me once more into child.
Please, make my taco extra mild!
Rerun. Lots to do today!The prompt today is mild
When I said I wasn’t going to put up a tree because of the kittens and therefore wasn’t going to have my usual Xmas Party/Meal, I didn’t know that events out of our control would change those non-plans. When Yolanda’s husband went into the hospital a few days ago and I learned they weren’t celebrating Xmas because she didn’t have time to make preparations, my tree came down from storage upstairs and I started planning a meal for her family here. The turkey is in the fridge, dressing prepared, vegetables peeled and cut up, cranberries and spuds and gravy ingredients ready to be prepared or put out tomorrow, table all set, poinsettias purchased and put out with candles, presents under the tree. It may not be their usual Xmas meal, but they’ll find out first hand the way gringos celebrate the day. Happy Xmas Eve to all. (Increase size of photos by clicking on first photo.) Afterwards, if you want to see the end of the story, go HERE.
