Carnation Pink
http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/01/23/color-your-world-carnation-pink/
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/01/22/flower-of-the-day-january-23-2016-peonies/
Carnation Pink: Color Your World and Cee’s Flower of the Day
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Kicking the Bucket
Kicking the Bucket
I do not like the bucket list, in fact I just abhor it
even though I know the masses tend to just adore it.
Anything where many rush to jump onto a wagon,
makes my skin crawl and alerts my impulse to start gaggin’.
I like originality in labeling my wants.
I do not even like to visit trendy restaurants.
And so to ask me to record my bucket list for you,
let alone prioritize, choosing one or two
to brag about as though the label “bucket list” is clever,
makes me want to find a guillotine and pull the lever!
I have no list of what I want to do before I go.
I only have the wish to still maintain the status quo
by staying healthy and alert and doing every day
precisely what I want to as I make my way
toward the final hour and toward my final minute.
I simply want to live my life with me securely in it!
Sound of mind and active, engaged with other folks
without becoming fodder for younger people’s jokes.
Not the fogie sitting safely in her lair
bibbed and drugged and senile in the pen of elder care.
I want to end my time on earth devoid of tear or sigh
sitting at a table drinking rum and eating pie!!!
The Prompt: What is the eleventh item on your bucket list?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/kick-it/
Orchid: Flower of the Day Jan 23, 2016
Orchid
I took this picture some time ago at a nursery but have never used it because I really don’t like either the angle nor the color of the orchid. I decided to play around with cropping.
There was something skull-like about the center of the orchid. I liked the color better when lightened, but still, the flower was just too busy.
I think perhaps I like it best in black and white.
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/01/22/flower-of-the-day-january-23-2016-peonies/
Tequila Sunset
Tequila Sunset
Another sunset and another tequila sendoff at Daniel’s place next door. Tonight was a large and happy crowd.
Next door, Lora Loca was serving fish and chips and dancing flamenco with another friend. Unfortunately, my pictures were all blurred, but when a mariachi group later dropped by to play and the flamenco dancer got up to dance again, I heard the music from next door and ran over to try to click a few more pictures. Again, I forgot to turn on the flash so the pictures we all unusable, except for this fellow, who donned a sombrero and decided he’d like flamenco lessons:
And these folks who were greatly entertained by his efforts.
When I got home, Bobino visited for the second time today.
Having investigated the dish I’d put the last of his salmon in earlier this evening and finding it wanting, (see it behind him) he wandered into the living room.
He seemed to be interested in the dish I’d eaten yogurt from earlier.
And executing a graceful leap, he tidied up the bowl.
Curled his lip, extended his tongue. Cat language for “Hope you can do better on the morrow!” Ran under the couch and eventually, out the door. Night, Bobino!!!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/optimistic/
Color Your World: Caribbean Green
Color Your World: Caribbean Green
Lete’s see now. That color looks soooo familiar. Where have I seen it before? Oh. Yeah!
http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/01/22/color-your-world-caribbean-green/
Absence No Longer Has the Chance to Make Our Hearts Grow Fonder
Absence No Longer Has the Chance to Make Our Hearts Grow Fonder
When I was young, I wandered far from relative or friend.
They had no idea where I’d been or where my trail would end.
Months between our letters and years between each call,
how I fared from day to day they didn’t know at all.
Although I moved from place to place, each new spot I was in
was the only place I was, the last place where I’d been
was fully left behind me. Only memories bound me there.
As I moved ever on alone, Australia to Zaire.
No cellphone in my pocket, no Facebook there to see
what friends had for breakfast or congratulating me
on my latest hairstyle or showing me their hives
reporting the minutiae of their daily lives.
Back before the internet made contact never-ending.
I could simply concentrate on my present wending.
But this was how I wanted it. I wanted to be lost.
To fully live a new life, my old life was the cost.
Absence no longer makes our hearts grow fonder ever fonder,
for it’s impossible to leave our loved ones when we wander.
We see them every day on Skype, each minute a new text.
They tell us about yesterday, then what they’re doing next.
We are no longer absent from anyone we know
anywhere we wander, anyplace we go.
At any given moment, no matter where we roam,
our past invades our present, bringing us back home.
In this era of devices–– laptop, tablet, phone––
we’re in perpetual company. We never are alone.
The longest that we’re ever safe from texting, tweeting, beeping
is probably the hours when we leave them just for sleeping!
The Prompt: What’s the most time you’ve ever spent away from your favorite person? https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/my-favorite/
The Letter S: Cee’s Black and White Challenge
SSSSS–The Letter S in Black and White
Snowfence
Siilhouette
Twisted Hibiscus: Flower of the Day, 1/21/16
Beached
Beached! More Adventures and Misadventures of a Reforming Compulsive Blogger.
Busy day. A few fish, a few fisherman and a few pelicans returned to a beach that has been empty of all of them for the past few days. New neighbors moved in upstairs–Pat and Nancy, reformed English teachers from Michigan. A bit of beach combing, then talked to Angie, local beach jewelry vendor, who is going to macrame some sample bracelet cords for me to see if they’d work better than the wire and wax-linen wrapped button bracelets I’ve been making. Once Angie left, Candace came with sewing machine to make some cloth prototypes for bracelets. We tinkered all afternoon and think we’ve come up with a design. I’ll sew on buttons tonight to see how they work but for now I’m going for a beach dinner up the beach and then to either a storytelling or salsa dancing…Undecided at this point. All those buttons so neatly sorted on the table above were mixed up in three big bins when I started out to sort them last night. Finally finished at 4:30 in the morning. It is called obsessive compulsive!
Excuses, Excuses
Excuses, excuses
Posts that wander here and yon
and just go on and on and on
telling why they haven’t “writ?”
Just grab the theme and write of it!
I’m sure that you have much to say,
I look for it day after day.
But please desist your bitch and moan
lest you wind up here alone!
Daily excuses make us yawn.
If you don’t stop, we’ll all be gone!!!
I must admit that I’ve been that blogger who complains about the Daily Prompt. I’m not talking about the occasional healthy complaint here, but the very few bloggers I’ve found (of course, not you) who seem to have established a blog mainly as a grounds of complaint about why they can’t write!.
The Prompt: Yawn! What bores you? https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/yawn/
