Fence in Buenavista, Quintana Roo
Busy street in Buenavista, Quintana Roo
for Bushboy’s Last on the Card prompt.
Buenavista, Quintana Roo, for Bushboy’s Last on the Card
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For JohnBo’s Cellpic Sunday
Chachalaca bird in Buenavista, Quintana Roo
(Posted for Judy by Forgottenman.) Judy & Xill finally arrived at their casa rental in Buenavista late last night after some issues getting their rental car for the 2-hour drive from the Tulum airport. Photo is a This a Plain Chacalaca bird––noisiest bird in the world at least in La Manzanilla, but here they don’t seem to be making the same ruckus.
For JohnBo’s Cellpic Sunday
TTFN
Today I am off to Quintana Roo to try to finish (crossed fingers) my book on my Ethiopian experience…now 50 years in the making. Since friends claim a big reason I haven’t is that I’m so distracted both by events here and by my blogging, I’m going to see if they are right and if total isolation will bring on that geriatric muse that is still limping about somewhere in my memory, perhaps I’ll accomplish my task.
Please don’t desert me entirely. I have over 112,000 past blogs to be reconnoitered and I’ll be back in January. Merry Christmas to all. I might occasionally cheat and take a look at your blogs, but it is a bit like chocolate. Hard not to guzzle the whole box.
Forgottenman has asked me if I’d like him to publish some of my old blogs on my blog while I’m gone, and I would love it so hope he does. See you in January!!! oxoxoox Judy
Update from ForgottenMan. After some issues getting their rental car in Tulum for the 2-hour drive south to Bacalar, Judy & Xill are finally at their destination. While she’s cloistering there, I hope to repost some of her earlier blogs and any updates she may provide.
Um, do y’all know “TTFN” is a 90s expression for “Tata for now”?
Birthday Debacle for Stream of Consciousness
Birthday Debacle
The rumors are untrue. He is a scurrilous liar.
I did not eat the birthday cake. I did not start the fire.
My serenity is not a ruse. I’m innocent of error.
I swear I had no hand in your recent birthday terror.
The dog has done his utmost to brand me as the thief,
but the fool is barely lucid. Could you not see his relief
when you started to upbraid me as he chased me, headed south,
crumbs falling from his chest hair, frosting around his mouth?
Oh that I knew your language and I could tell you that,
but instead, for ever after, you’ll be blaming “that damn cat!!”
The Stream of Consciousness prompt is “Crumb.” Yes, guilty. I had AI make the photos.
Thanksgiving, for dVerse Poets
Thanksgiving
Speeding toward the old year’s end,
we express our thanks for the past year’s treasures––
pathways that we chose to wend.
And each friend whose love endures,
we invite to share in our table’s pleasures.
The dVerse Poets prompt is to write a Lire poem: 7, 11, 7, 7, and 11 syllables.
Rhyme Scemer: aBabB. Suggested topic is November or Thanksgiving.
Three by Three, an Odd Conglomeration
Another Friday, more Fibbing!!!
Image created by AI
For Fibbing Friday, the task at hand is:
1. What is a running stitch? A cramp in the calf suffered during a marathon race.
2. What are the collywobbles? A thirteen-year-old girl’s first attempts at walking in high heels.
3. What is a tea caddy? Someone who carries your golf clubs for you during the AA Golf Tourney.
4. What is a stick of words? Writer’s block.
5. What is a flash drive? A trip to the hospital with a wife about to give birth.
6. What is a precipice? When you withraw an ice cube from a drink for a quick suck before drinking the drink.
7. What is a toupee? When you urinate a small bit while defecating. (Sorry for the indelicacy.)
8. What is a robin? Takin something that doesn’t belong to you.
9. What is linex? A sentence you have removed from a document you just wrote.
10. What is a brazier? A connoisseur of fine breasts.
Two Will Do
Two Will Do
I used to like friends by the score
squeezed wall-to-wall and door-to-door.
A party didn’t even count
until the guests began to mount
up to sixty, seventy, more.
But now, I’m finding crowds a bore.
Now I find that two-by-two
is something I prefer to do.
Conversations more intimate
make it simpler to relate.
So though I used to be a grouper,
now I’m just a party-pooper.
for dVerse Poets, the prompt is Number.
The Numbers Game #100! Please Play Along! Nov 24, 2025
Cynthy had some secrets to tell.
***Click on Photos to Enlarge and View as Gallery.***
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #100”. Today’s number is 222. To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post 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. Here are my contributions to the album.
“Cruel Nature” for The Sunday Whirl
Cruel Nature
Wee chirping birdies trill their whistles
while down in the cruel thistles
a baby bunny in the thicket
explores a wound and starts to lick it.
Stiff sticks as sharp as horns of deer
are what these little creatures fear.
What a great treat it would be
to be those birds up in the tree
looking out from far above––
their feathered nest a cosy glove
that fits them well, all snug and warm
up there far from pain and harm.
This sunset must be nature blushing,
and this momentary hushing
at the end of day a type of prayer
for quaking creatures hidden where
unprotected, they await
their potential sadder fate.
The Sunday Whirl Wordle #733 prompt words are: thistles horns stiff treat wee chirping fit down stick blushing out moment I made use of AI to create the images.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 