Has anyone else been getting these “comments” (see below) by Elon Musk (?) on their blogs? I especially love the one that warns me not to be duped by imposters! Please note the grammar errors such as “celebrating everyone” and “fall into the victim.” What next?
For Fibbing Friday, the task at hand this week is to anser these questions:
1. What is an ingot? A hole-in-one in golf.
2. What is a pekinese? What one gains with a new pair of eyeglasses.
3. What is gumbo? Those (formerly penny) balls of gum kids used to buy from a gumbo machine. (See illustration)
4. What is crème fraiche? Che Guevara’s order at the dairy.
5. What is a patisserie? A school in how to comfort your puppy for first-time dog owners
6. What is cock-a-leekie? An incontinent male chicken
7. What is a scotch egg? Breakfast for Richard Burton
8. What is a tuning fork? A singing lesson for the U.S. Secretary of Health and Human Services
9. What is a leprechaun? An Arab ruler with leprosy
10. What is a running flush? A broken toilet
Short Adventure
dog
woman
all
alone
computer
window
rubber
bone
eye-lock
pleading
invitation
one
thrown
bone
brings
jubilation
further
begging
is
for
naught
a
second
later
fun
forgot
For dVerse Poets Open Link Night
Game of Cards
I would pay a pretty tuppence
to invest in his comeuppance.
His smug assurance, his galling preening.
He’s like a babe in need of weaning,
sucking at the teat of fame.
What other mortal needs his name
written on towers around the world?
He’s Ozymandias, stone lip curled
in cruel splendor, sure in his power
reasserted on every tower.
But remember, as he counts each coup,
how all the mighty have fallen, too.
False knights wear armor prone to tarnish.
His Midas touch will lose its varnish.
We’ll laud the day when he’ll be dumped—
That day when he’ll be over-trumped!
The dVerse prompt is Power.
“J”abbertalky
Judy Jamison just jabbed Joe’s jingling jodhpurs.
“Jeez!” Joe jumped jerkily—justifiably jittery.
“Just joking, Jumpin’ Joe!” joyful Judy jabbered jejunely.
Joe’s justifiable joyless judgment jarred Judy’s jubilation.
Joyful June joint juggling junket journey just jinxed!
Jumpin’ jiminy—justifiably, jetlagged Joe just jettisoned Judy!
A Quadrille is a 44 word poem. The prompt for the Quadrille Challenge on dVerse Poets is “jabber.” Image by Zyana on Unsplash.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #85”. Today’s number is 207. 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.
Please click on photos to enlarge.
This photo was obviously not taken by a cellphone or digital camera, but I couldn’t resist, given John’s photo of a working payphone!!!
Remember when your only phone was in the kitchen and at least one other house shared your party line? This is me, circa 1952, talking on the phone to Lynnie Brost after my mom had washed my hair in the kitchen sink.
For John’s Cellpic Sunday, Aug 10, 2025
Ben Dykstra (My dad) age 13.
Family Stories
My father’s stories were not tales of moral principles or prophecy,
but rather reenactments of his roots—
tales of the open endless prairie
and the characters who peopled it.
Mirrors reflecting what seemed to me
to be a distant past:
forays to neighboring town dances
(told in the voice of Deafie Sterner)
to “See the leetle women.”
Tales of Hank Jarneck, Cousin Louie
and Grandma’s liniment cake.
Accounts of gray wolves, prairie fires,
children lost in winter blizzards
and reenactments of the voices of the wind
whistling through wall planks
and around the door during a winter blizzard.
In those days of my childhood before travel,
they presented a way to journey through time—
leading me back to my father’s roots—
allowing him to make those memories last
through another generation.
The debris of his life’s past
thus building the foundation
of mine.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 718 the words are: voices time story debris present
lead doors roots prophecy last mirror
Click on Photos to Enlarge.
Juxtaposition
Artistic types must juxtapose
these to these and those to those
just for the contrast, I suppose.
Somehow, each artist simply knows
to vary hues that they impose
upon the subjects that they chose
to depict from head to toes.
Poets may likewise words oppose,
and so may writers given to prose.
Composers also juxtapose
in sonatas or do si dos
whatever music sweetly flows
from saxophone, fiddle or Bose.
Shoulder to shoulder, nose to nose
such contrasts form the undertows
that draw attention, lift our lows
stir lethargy and banish woes.
As all these contrasts come to blows,
so our imagination grows.
Time enough to nap and doze
when life draws nearer to its close.
For now, stay open to the shows
of all who seek to juxtapose.
Prompts for this week’s SOCS are toe and/or tow. I used them both…and a few other “ose, oes and ows” as well.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 