April Fool
The April breeze comes in a wave,
loosening words I’d like to save.
I’m afraid if I use them today,
I’ll simply throw the words away.
I’ve been keeping them around
for when I’m feeling more profound,
but errant winds have tossed them so
I feel I have to let them go.
Here they are, all madly sprawled
across a page they should have crawled
ornate and planned, all neatly sown.
Instead, they’re scattered where they’ve been blown.
Picky Eater
If you don’t want me in a tizzy,
French fries? Crisp, please. Soda? Fizzy.
And though I like my ice cream soft,
when I’m holding it aloft,
if I’m not constantly on guard,
better that it’s frozen hard.
RDP’s three words today are: CRISP, SOFT, FIZZY
Image by Matthew Moloney on Unsplash.
For Fibbing Friday this week’s probing questions are:
This week we have questions that just popped into my head for your perusal please.
1. Why are Easter Eggs made of chocolate? Because no one ever ate the original ones the Easter Bunny brought that were made out of carrots.
2. What is a fib? A small protective garment created especially for prevaricators to wear around their necks in spaghetti restaurants.
3. Where will you find a cog? Exactly where you dropped it.
4. What is a preface? Your countenance before plastic surgery.
5. Can an elephant make a trunk call? Not when they have a cold.
6. What is a trinket? Just a tiny little sip in Germany. “Instead of a regular-sized trink, I’d prefer just a trinket.”
7. What is hearsay? The opposite of what they are saying over there.
8. How many shades of grey are there? None. They took down all the old shades and replaced them with new turquoise venetian blinds.
9. What is a bunion? A bread roll flavored with fresh scallions.
10. What is ylang ylang? It is the Ying Yang of someone with a new tongue stud.
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As always, click on any photo to enlarge all photos and to see them as a slide series.
Easter Egg hunts are unheard of in Mexico, so I have taken it on as my duty to introduce the practice to two generations of Yolanda’s family. Santiago, her first grandchild, has not wanted to have anything to do with me during encounters over the past two years, but for some reason that ended today with his crawling up into my lap, seeking shelter between my legs when the doggies got too enthusiastic, and even giving me a good-bye kiss. I’m in heaven!
I ended up hiding 20 eggs and Santiago only found 15 with his auntie’s help. I told the big kids (his uncles, 14,17 and 19) to go out and look for the missing 5 and they found all but one. Hopefully, I’ll find it before next Easter. When he discovered I was having two Easter Egg hunts for kids, my wonderful neighbors David and Sergio contributed extra eggs to fill plus these decorations made by David.
We had so much fun. They were here for 2 hours. Santiago took to the search much more than I thought he would and he was delighted with the big clear egg with handle I gave him to put all his eggs into to take home. His three uncles, one aunt and mommy came. All the aunts and uncles are teenagers.
After the hunt and drinks and snacks at the dining room table, we went out to play with the dogs. Santiago, who has discovered the delight of speech and discovers he is quite good at it, kept saying ‘Water! Water! Water!” He was intrigued by the pool but when I asked if he wanted to put his feet in it, he kept saying no. Finally, we took his shoes and socks off and he discovered he enjoyed soaking his feet a lot. As a matter of fact, the last picture occurred when his mom said he had to take his feet out of the water to go home!!!
I love what I consider to be my Mexican family and Emilia has added not one but five wonderful new members to it. One more Easter Egg hunt to go. I’ll take more photos.
Happy Easter, everyone.
For Cee’s FOTD
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #14” Today’s number is 135. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include 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.\
Hot Tomatoes!!!
Cut them, slice them,
Chop then, dice them.
No matter that tomato’s fate,
alas, I must admit I hate
to put my teeth in it at all.
I just can’t stand that juicy ball!
But, sauce and squeeze it,
pasta, cheese it?
I’m tomato’s biggest fan.
And ketchup? Man o man o man!
On fries or burgers, it’s the best.
Can’t get enough of its red zest.
Which goes to prove, whate’er the cost,
tomatoes just taste better squashed.
For RDP:Tomatoes
That Woman in the Mirror
The woman in the mirror has a better sense of humor than I do. This is because she does not need to depart to go into the world. She controls what is behind her and in front of her. Her wounds are my wounds. Her wrinkles are the selfsame wrinkles that fail to respond to the expensive face cream my sister sent me for my birthday. A gentle hint that my apparent age reveals her age, 4 years older.
The woman in the mirror does not necessarily reflect my feelings. She sometimes freezes in surprise at my tears. Chides me to get a hold on myself. She steams over at times and refuses to confront me. She does not flinch at sprays of toothpaste or a misting over of hairspray. She grows younger as the layers thicken. The woman in the mirror chides me to refresh my lipstick, define my eyebrows, pluck hair chins. Slowly, slowly, she ages—turning into first my mother and then my Grandmother, whom I had thought I had left so far behind. That self-pitying look? Shame on her, I chide. Those ever-lowering breasts, that additional girth? I will never get like that, I think, and then I remember.
There is a mirror in my house where my Grandmother cannot find me—a full-length miracle mirror where the one looking back at me is a woman in her 40’s, just barely overweight. She is my grandmother, stretched out—lengthened and diminished in width. It is the sort of mirror that was once seen in fancy dress shops that encouraged women to buy and buy. Like The Hollywood shop from fifty years ago, now long abandoned, shuttered and replaced by a Radio Shack…but whose charms can still lull me into a luxurious feeling that all is well. I am as I should be.
I flip off the bathroom light and move to the bedroom to catch a last glimpse of me in that magical full-length mirror, then climb into bed to dream and dream those slender dreams that, if we are lucky, are the ones that remain in our memory long after the mirrors have cracked and crumbled, like other more recent memories that fade quickly to give way to the past.
For the Stream of Consciousness Friday Prompt: The Room I am In
For Fibbing Friday the prompts are:
1. Abomasum: An indigenous Australian mom’s expression of disapproval.
2. Absquatulate: Taking up arm and leg exercise at such an advanced age that it does no good.
3. Amphisbaena: Hispanic frogs.
4. Antimacassar: A Russian ruler opposed to talking birds.
5. Atingle: That sensation felt after a kiss.
6. Bailiwick: If the candle gets out of hand, take the water bucket and douse it!
7. Bafflegab: Unintelligible gossip.
8.. Calliope: What ye should do if Andy Griffith falls ill.
9. Cornucopia: Having to put up with painful swellings on the toes and heels.
10. Cryptozoology : Exotic animals purchased with bitcoin.
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