It chips away. It casts a pall.
The face of time affects us all.
For: https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/11/01/the-clock-is-ticking/#more-12391
Getting Square with Time (Becky’s Timessquare Prompt)
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On Reflection
Yes, they get bigger. Just click on one.
Drop the handkerchief. Remember this circle game?
Me as a Teenie Weenie I”m the hammy one imitating the Sunbeam Bread girl.
Patti and Karen, always the clowns.
Patti’s first formal occasion
My fifth birthday party.
On Reflection
We squirrel away the memories, their details much enhanced.
How is it that they did not leave us as our lives advanced?
As our lives acquired more finesse, the games were not so fun.
We appreciate the playing more now that it is done.
The games we play in later life are done with pens and papers
but oh, we well remember those early childhood capers.
First loves of adolescence as we fumbled through the rules—
how to play the game of love not taught in any schools.
And though our later lives may be filled with fun and zest,
Long afternoons or late at night, old memories are best.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/11/rdp-sunday-squirrel/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/11/fowc-with-fandango-advanced/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/11/finesse/
Best Birthday Ever
Matt asked us to tell about our best birthday ever. I would have to say that in spite of being sick on my last two birthdays, they turned out to be two of my favorite. Here are links to posts that tell about this year’s birthday:
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/07/03/birthday-reflections/
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/07/03/81429/
For Daily Inkling
Dropped
Dropped
The night is a broken cup,
its last sip spilled
from a shattered edge.
My thirst unslaked,
I dream
dry dreams
that go unquenched
by morning’s
gentle rains.
The dVerse Poets prompt was to write a poem that was an extended metaphor. Brief poem? Brief metaphor.
Dropping Out
Dropping Out
I’m tired of enlightenment, bored with my muse.
I give up on all topics that spur and enthuse.
I think I’ll be lazy for the rest of my life,
avoiding all effort and dodging all strife.
For what do I worry and ponder and seethe?
What care I for clean water and air we can breathe?
Let fools be our guides. Let them rule us all.
Let other fools follow them until they fall.
Let scientists fuss over theory and fractal.
I’ll deal with endeavors more sensual and tactile.
I’ll plot games of solitaire, fiddle with flowers,
play video games for hours and hours.
I’ll torment the cat and worry the dog,
lie in the hammock, my mind in a fog.
Let other folks solve all the world’s ills.
I’ll keep myself busy with vodka and pills.
Use avoidance to overcome all of my worries.
Let torpor eradicate all of my hurries.
I’m overlooking the problems in which the world’s mired.
If I need an excuse, It’s that I am retired.
The prompts today are seethe, guide, tactile and muse. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/rdp-saturday-seethe/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/10/fowc-with-fandango-guide/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/tactile/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/11/04/daily-addictions-2018-week-44/muse
Tradescantia: FOTD, Nov 11, 2018
Petunia: FOTD, Nov 9, 2018
For Cee’s FOTD
Amazing School for the Gifted in Mexico
This is a story of an amazing sixteen year old girl in Mexico and the school for the gifted that she promotes.
https://www.greatbigstory.com/stories/mexico-s-school-for-the-gifted
Name Three Things
A Guy Called Bloke has asked us to read these questions and name three things:
You can dunk in tea or coffee? In Coffee: chocolate chip cookies, Oreos, a Fudgsicle.
You can enjoy at a carnival? Haunted house, Fortune teller, Snow cones.
You can’t enjoy when it’s windy? A new hairdo, riding a motorcycle, reading a newspaper in the park.
Your body can’t do? A backbend (I discovered to my distress in my mid-30’s,) look up without getting dizzy, walk uphill for long.
You don’t learn at school? Kindness, acceptance of other cultures, the importance of intuition.
You can put onto a pizza? Green olives, pepperoni, green peppers.
You can eat with? Fingers, chopsticks (in a pinch-ha), a credit card.
You don’t suggest you do at home blindfolded? Write your blog, put on makeup, change your printer cartridges.
That are important to you? My writing, my art, my loved ones: family, friends, cats and dogs.
That you love to do at the beach? Walk, collect found natural objects, write.
That you do in the morning? Write my blog, drink a smoothie, check e-mail and facebook.
That you do every time you log in to your blog? Write to my four word prompts, post a photo of a flower to Cee’s site, Check my stats and comments.
Pull up a Seat
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Seat
Pull up a Seat
These pictures were taken on Mezcala Island, where “from 1812 to 1816, a small band of Mexican rebels or insurgents on the island held off the Spanish army and navy against overwhelming odds. Tired of the humiliation, the Spanish finally negotiated a peaceful surrender with the insurgents. Later the island served as a Spanish prison for many years. There is a Ceremonial precinct where indigenous structures and hieroglyphics existed on the island before the fortifications were built.” ***
Traces of these sites still remain. Now it is a popular tourist spot in Lake Chapala. This little lady seems to have declared herself in charge.
https://xingfumama.blog/2018/11/09/pull-up-a-seat-photo-challenge-week-10/
