Memory Aid
When lethologica rears its ugly head,
I give up and go to bed,
for when my conscious mind won’t stream it,
my response is—try to dream it.
Memory Aid
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Hibiscus Profile with Visitor for FOTD July 29, 2024
Nomad Art Exhibit, Ajijic for Cellpic Sunday, July 28, 2024
This Wild mural by Deedidit and unique collage painting were on view at Nomad Furniture Gallery in Ajijic. Wish I knew someone to give the duck/ducks to…but it’s too big for mailing anyway!!! (Sorry, I don’t know who did the Duckie Collage. Perhaps her, perhaps someone else.)
For Cellpic Sunday, July 28, 2024
The Numbers Game #32 for July 29, 2024. Please Play Along!!!
Rock Slide. Some were as big as refrigerators
Click on photos to enlarge.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #32” Today’s number is 153 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.
Double Reversal, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 665
Double Reversal
The silhouettes of leafless branches of the jacaranda tree
sketched by the sun upon the surface of the wall
recall the windswept tangle of your hair.
Call back the edges of memories long buried in a deep back room.
Stolen kisses made illicit by your ex’s change of mind.
Senseless posturings and unsuccessful reversals.
Finally coming back to what we were before.
You were the prize hard fought for,
and I, the inevitable ending.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 665, the prompt words are: tangle surface call back deep room kisses edge sense sketches silhouette windswept
Good Luck, Mr. Gorsky!!
My friend Joan sent this story to me. I know not where she heard it, but it’s too good not to pass on:
Mr. Gorsky…Too funny and historically true!
IN CASE YOU DIDN’T ALREADY KNOW THIS LITTLE TIDBIT OF WONDERFUL TRIVIA…………..ON JULY 20, 1969, AS COMMANDER OF THE APOLLO 11 LUNAR MODULE, NEIL ARMSTRONG WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SET FOOT ON THE MOON
HIS FIRST WORDS AFTER STEPPING ON THE MOON, “THAT’S ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND,” WERE TELEVISED TO EARTH AND HEARD BY MILLIONS.
BUT, JUST BEFORE HE RE-ENTERED THE LANDER, HE MADE THE ENIGMATIC REMARK “GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY.
” MANY PEOPLE AT NASA THOUGHT IT WAS A CASUAL REMARK CONCERNING SOME RIVAL SOVIET COSMONAUT.
HOWEVER, UPON CHECKING, THERE WAS NO GORSKY IN EITHER THE RUSSIAN OR AMERICAN SPACE PROGRAMS. OVER THE YEARS, MANY PEOPLE QUESTIONED ARMSTRONG AS TO WHAT THE ‘GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY’ STATEMENT MEANT, BUT ARMSTRONG ALWAYS JUST SMILED.
ON JULY 5, 1995, IN TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA, WHILE ANSWERING QUESTIONS FOLLOWING A SPEECH, A REPORTER BROUGHT UP THE 26-YEAR-OLD QUESTION ABOUT MR.GORSKY AND THIS TIME HE FINALLY RESPONDED BECAUSE HIS MR. GORSKY HAD JUST DIED, SO NEIL ARMSTRONG FELT HE COULD NOW ANSWER THE QUESTION.
HERE IS THE ANSWER TO “WHO WAS MR. GORSKY?
IN 1938, WHEN HE WAS A KID IN A SMALL MID-WESTERN TOWN, HE WAS PLAYING BASEBALL WITH A FRIEND IN THE BACKYARD. HIS FRIEND HIT THE BALL, WHICH LANDED IN HIS NEIGHBOR’S YARD BY THEIR BEDROOM WINDOW.
HIS NEIGHBORS WERE MR. AND MRS. GORSKY.
AS HE LEANED DOWN TO PICK UP THE BALL, YOUNG ARMSTRONG HEARD MRS. GORSKY SHOUTING AT MR. GORSKY, “SEX! YOU WANT SEX?! YOU’LL GET SEX WHEN THE KID NEXT DOOR WALKS ON THE MOON!” It broke the place up.
NEIL ARMSTRONG’S FAMILY CONFIRMED THAT THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
Sticking to the Straight and Narrow, for FOWC, July 28, 2024
Sticking to the Straight and Narrow
Sticking to the Straight and Narrow
(Mother Superior’s Rejoinder)
Please do not lollygag. There’s no time more.
We’re closing the shutters and locking the door.
Wipe those dreams from your brain, for it is our fear
that your thoughts will diverge from the prim and austere.
Make sure your spirit is pearl white and pure
with no sinful streaks to compete with demure.
Deadly sins number from one up to seven,
and striated souls will not make it to heaven.
This is one of my favorite photos, taken at the Shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Mexico City. I love the one nun on the left, turned around to look back, plus the one with her arms crossed in back. I should perhaps crop it a bit on the right. Will next time I use it.
For FOWC, Narrow
Balconies (Sort of) for Lens Artists Challenge
This is the kissing alley in Guanajuato.. These two balconies were so close that lovers could lean across for a rendezvous. Legend says that a father killed his own daughter when he discovered she’d been meeting a young man below her in the social order from the balcony where you see the girl in this photo.
Click on photos to enlarge.
I must say that it was almost impossible for me to find photos with balconies. It seems they are not as common in the U.S. and Mexico as they are in Europe. That said, with the exception of the first photo which depicts the most famous balconies in Guanauato, I must admit these are probably all small second floor patios rather than balconies. Best I could do. I tried!! As for the Kissing Alley photo, Forgottenman found THIS link to a poem I wrote about it years ago and on that blog is also a link to the true story of the balcony and alley.
For Lens Artists #309, Balconies
At the Olympics Awards Ceremony (For RDP)
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At the Olympics Awards Ceremony
You are the one we’d love to beat.
We train, we strain, we sweat. We cheat.
Anything to win the heat
and gain the glory of your defeat.
You are so handsome, fit and neat.
Sure of hand and swift of feet,
with fame and glory, you are replete—
the hero of each match and meet.
You are not boastful, do not bleat
your successes down every street.
You are humble and discreet.
You do not replay and repeat
each mile covered. Nor do you greet
those you’ve defeated when we meet
with prideful leer or smile cloying—
but still, we find your fame annoying.
You win each medal, then repeat
year after year at every meet.
Your well-toned muscles, hair like wheat,
make you every lady’s treat––
propel you to the winner’s seat,
your win made obvious and concrete
while those below complain and cuss.
Could you not leave some fame for us???
Crabs!!! For Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Crabs!!
A consortium of crabs can be an itchy deal.
Not the sort of gathering that one wants to feel.
Perhaps out on the beach it’s easier to bear,
but crabs should never gather in anybody’s hair!
Yolanda tells me that when Yoli goes to school, they have to be sure to wind her hair up and put it on top of her head as there are people who steal the hair of children and women with long hair to sell it for wigs. Some world.
For Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Itch
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 