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This has been such a strange year weather-wise that this is the first time I remember being able to see Colima Volcano in months. I can usually see it from the upper level of my house, but the trees have grown up so much that they obscure it from my yard below. I was delighted this morning when I spied this welcome sight from the road leading down from my house. There are two Colima peaks the people call Fire and Ice. This is Ice, now dormant and covered in snow. Fire is directly behind it and is still active at times. My pool and hot tub are heated by water from the magma layer heated by this volcano 56 miles away. How exotic is that?
With less than an hour before midnight, Forgottenman informed me I had not yet blogged today! That has not happened for 10 years! ..Well, except for the other few times he has sent the same message. I think it is because I’m accustomed to doing Cee’s FOTD each day and she is on vacation. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. So, I hurriedly posted a picture of a flower..a non-FOTD post, and then decided to publish photos of my week so far. Now just 39 min. to go on that week. So, here they are!
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This is the title of a new book of poems that I am working on formatting and doing the covers for. If anyone is interested in giving me their opinion about the poems, their order and which I should perhaps not include, I would love the advice and could easily send you the ms. as an attachment. Any takers????
Pen & Ink
Guided by a hand like yours,
pens can open many doors.
Unclip it. Uncap its point.
Let paper that pen anoint.
As words somersault and caper,
flowing from your heart to paper,
a simple point, an ink-trailed line
could link your lonely heart with mine.
For Weekend Writing Prompt: Guide
The assignment is to write a piece of exactly 45 words making use of the word “guide.” I snapped this photo in Guanajuato. Never hurts to have a pen handy!
When I got home today, I decided I’d double-check and make sure I hadn’t overlooked the bagworm yesterday. And guess what? This is what I saw, although it seemed like it was on a lower part of the succulent plant than before.
I snapped this shot and sure enough, when I compared it to the Dec. 30 photo I took of the bagworm cocoon I had discovered on that day and found missing on Jan 3, the bagworm casing is completely different and on another part of the plant than before. Did the bagworm build a new cocoon or is this another bagworm? If so, what happened to the old cocoon? Or is this an entirely new bagworm? Mysteries, mysteries.
Below are the 2 cocoons side-by-side.
I’ll keep an eye out for future developments. Anyone with information to share, please do. Your expertise in this matter will be appreciated. In the meantime, I’m researching bagworms or case moths.
HERE is a link to my original post when I discovered the first cocoon.
And here is a Faceook message from my friend Jan Golik who first acquainted me with bagworms when she formed a relationship with one during her Covid isolation:
Now, my research on the matter:
12/31/23
End of Year Waltz
One two three, One two three—
won’t you come dance with me?
Out of the old year and into the new,
I’d like to spend the time waltzing with you.
When the clock chimes, we’ll be on the floor,
welcoming in two zero two four.
A friend has pointed out that today’s date, seen without slashes, is 123123—the realization of which gave birth to this poem.
This is a grand coincidence, for I really did roll six threes in one roll in a game of Ten Thousand two days ago! This is a first in years of playing this game. My friend I was playing with insisted that when one rolled six of a kind in the game that it was an automatic win, but I insisted on playing through, taking only the 2400 points that the roll would garner. And can you believe it, she got to 10,000 before me! So much for nobility in dice-rolling! At any rate, it gave me the perfect photo for this challenge. And yes, I really did take a photo of my roll. This is not a staged photo.
My Shoes
My shoes go out without me. They do it all the time,
and do the things I never do. They jog. They hike. They climb.
But when my shoes get home at night, they’ll be completely clueless
that I’ve left them out as well by venturing out shoeless!
Auld slang syne this week: Your interpretations please!
1. Sling your hook: What the doctor said he was going to do to Mohammed Ali when he was taken to the emergency ward with a broken left arm after his last fight.
2. Here’s mud in your eye: What the female mud wrestler said to her opponent just before she trashed her eye makeup.
3. Bun in the oven: Describing Jennifer Lopez as she stuck her head into the oven to test the temperature.
4. Twinkle Toes: Anyone going barefoot in the Mardgras parade.
5. Moolah: Money spent on enlarging one’s cattle herd.
6. Brazillian: A new term above million and trillion that described Playtex’s total income.
7. Airhead: What they call the bathroom on a jet.
8. Goof off: The challenge is not punctuated correctly. It is what Goofy said to Pluto when he was ready for him to abandon his lap. It should read,
Goof: “Off!”
9. Mickey Mouse: Request made by Cinderella, arriving home exhausted from the ball. Also a bit tipsy, thus her stutter as well as her need to request help in opening the door from one of her tiny rodent companions. “Mi-c-key, Mouse!”
10. Razz: Really good with Red Beans.
For Pensivity’s Fibbing Friday. Dec 29, 2023 Image by Lawrence Makoonah on Unsplash
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