Retirement?
My future is amorphous. It has no shape or plan.
Up the creek without a paddle, I have no job or man.
My freedom? It is ludicrous. I’m well out of the chase.
All my time is leisure time. I live a slower pace.
Who named this phase re-tirement? There’s nothing that is tiring.
If they want to tire me out again, they’d best replace my wiring.
Prompt words today are chase, ludicrous, amorphous and paddle.
I found this peace lily right next to friends Harriet and Paul’s front door.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
A few days ago, I asked what you thought the photo below was and promised to let you know the answer later. You gave some great guesses, but scroll down to see what it really is:
Click on the first photo below to enlarge the photos and see these incredible Mayan Pole Flyers. When you get back to the first photo, click on the X at the upper right to come back to this page as there are two videos at the bottom of the post.
I first saw these Mayan Pole Flyers from Veracruz in the park in Mexico City, but a month or so ago, when I took a stroll on the malecon in Ajijic, they were performing there as well. I imagine it might have been quite a feat of engineering to get the 30-meter pole installed securely enough to support all their weight. Here are videos of their performance. Unfortunately, you’ll have to tilt your device (or head) sideways to see it.
First Love
That frisson of excitement that I once knew so well—
that doubling of my pulse rate that rang me like a bell.
Back when there was no contest over which would win
when impulse clashed with custom. Back when passion was no sin.
The sum of all that feeling sent us crashing into life—
before you were a husband, before I was a wife.
Remember how exciting those first love wanderings were?
Those first stirrings of passion that made us stretch and purr
like felines on that blanket stretched out on the grass?
Our love was a religion and each touch a holy mass.
Our loving was eternal up until the time we parted
and each became a memory of when loving first started.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
Cee is doing peonies today. My favorites. See one HERE.
Travel Grump
Look at all those spendthrifts paying for the view
as though it is a contest to spend their cash anew
on hotel after hotel, on safaris, tours and cruises–—
climbing up Mount Everest, amassing scrapes and bruises.
I’ll keep my money in my pocket. I’ve worked for it too hard,
and simply do my viewing here in my backyard.
Prompt words today are view, spendthrift , and contest.
Did you mother tell you not to point? Well, you’re all grown up now and I’m telling you you can point all you want to. From pointed toes to pointed comments, this is your place to express yourself. Photos or words or both—all interpretations of the prompt are acceptable. The prompt is open until June 30, 2019. Please put a pingback on your post to lead your readers back here to see the posts of others or perhaps to join in themselves as well as putting a link on this page in comments so we can see your post. Be sure your pingback works as they may need to be done manually. Hop aboard! We’re off to all points north, south, east and west.
These sounds, recorded from the next hill over from the one I live on, are what I’ve been hearing for the past month or so. They are the harbingers of the rainy season, which started tonight. I can see lightning flashing from the glass walls to the left and in front of my bed, hear the thunder rolling around the lake, smell the petrichor in the air, feel the slight spray through the screen of the one sliding glass door I can’t stand to close. Those of us who live here year round love the rainy season. The relief from both the dry heat and the crowds. Tonight I will breathe easy in the fresh air.
A few years ago, Forgottenman was here for the start of the rainy season and THIS is what he had to say about it.
