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Books and Paper, Paper and Books (for CFFC)

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Morrie is a real scholar. He absolutely devours books.
He even knows how to open dresser drawers to get at more of them.
Books and pizza.–equally necessary.
and draining fried tortillas
Judy makes her own handmade kozo paper and then adds black bamboo from her garden to make jewelry.

Click on photos to enlarge and read captions.

 

And, if that isn’t enough paper for you, here are photos  and the story of the making of amate paper in San Pablito, Mexico:

In Search of the Maestros of Mexico: A Visit to a Hidden Village of Paper Artists

For Cee’s CFFC Challenge: Books and Paper

Morrie

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Morrie

He displays such fierce bravado, barking at the man
who dares to try approach me. He’ll bite him if he can.
If he does not get his nuance, perhaps he’ll get his grasping.
If he can’t heed the exposed teeth, perhaps he’ll get their clasping.

If that human could but read the globes of Morrie’s widening eyes,
he’d need no communication in any other guise
from this dog that has decided he is his only rival
for his mistress’s affection. Every time, there’s a revival

of his barking and his lunging should this man dare approach me.
It’s as though he fears he’s coming with intentions to come poach me.
With everybody else, he is a charmer through-and-through.
He cannot wait to make a friend of anyone who’s new.

His emotions are a crazy-quilt of trying hard to please—
of greeting you with ball in mouth and jumping at your knees.
He cannot wait for you to sit to jump up on your lap
and insists on long ear rubbings before he takes a nap.

He’s every visitor’s best friend. Greets strangers on the beach,
and will bring a ball to anyone he finds who’s within reach.
Never will he wear out when chasing after balls.
He goes to bed when I demand and answers all my calls.

But why he feels my gardener of nineteen years duration
is a threat to me, and such a threatening aberration
that he flies to my defense whenever he is near,
is a mystery that I’ve not solved, and never will, I fear.

 

Prompt words today are bravado, globe, quilt, nuance and grasping.

Entreaty: NaPoWriMo 2019, Apr 17

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Entreaty

I lie obscured behind a pot.
The pot is dry, but I am not.
Thanks to an active little doggy,
my usual state is chewed and soggy.
But, I should introduce y’all
to who I am—a small green ball.
And though I’m meant to just play tennis,
I fear I face a greater menace.

The antagonist of my sad story
is a Scottie dog named Morrie,
and though all humans find him cute,
his proclaimed merits I’ll refute.
If you’ll forgive a bit of kvetching,
I will explain—he’s fond of fetching.
Hour on hour, day after day,
he makes humans cast me away.

He  likes to fetch and chew and drool,
then toss me back into the pool
for whomever happens to be
taking a swim to rescue me
and throw me back down in the yard
so that hairy little card
can race back down to find where I
have been tossed down to and now lie.

I was once pristine—so green and soft—
perfectly planned for bounce and loft,
my lifetime planned and guaranteed
until she broke my seal and freed
me to what I was sure would be
the perfect gaming life for me.
But soon I was given pause
when I was seized between the jaws

of a leaping frenzied pup
who promptly tried to chew me up
and failing this, launched me into
the swimming pool’s warm watery blue.
I’ve lasted, now, three days or four.
It’s doubtful I can last for more.
For after days of constant chewing,
A ball’s not fit for sport or viewing.

Seams split and release air,
sink in the pool and languish there.
The only hope for my abiding
is if I can stay in hiding.
Please don’t reveal my little lair.
Help me preserve my seams and air.
For I will surely lose my bounce
if I’m exposed to one more pounce,

to one more bite or one more chew.
Please save my life. I’m begging you.
If you would simply pick me up
before I’m found by that damn pup,
and throw me over that far wall,
no one would know of it at all.
Perhaps some tennis buff would meet
me lying there upon the street.

He’d pick me up and take me where
I could be sailing through the air
racket to racket—kiss by kiss,
for surely I was made for this!!!
I’ve done my penance, served my time.
I’ve earned a life that’s more sublime.
So hear my plea and heed my call.
Bend down, pick up and throw the ball!!!

 

 

The NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem from an unusual point of view.

 

Photo Shoot: Why is Morrie in His Mom’s Underwear? (Share Your World)

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When I wrote the “Underdog” poem this morning, I though Morrie would be a natural to illustrate it.  If you have read that blog, you already know I had to use a stand-in.  The photos below will explain why.  I recruited a friend to help. We went through a dozen dog treats. This result is the photos below that I took out of my dead photo file to share. Lucky you! See the poem I was trying to illustrate HERE.

 

These don’t fit very well, Mom.
Nope. Not standing still for alterations!
Another dog treat might help.
Something seems to be slipping.
And I have a strange feeling on my tail.
A sort of heavy sensation
Are you sure other Superheroes are able to keep these things on?
The End

Okay, now here are this week’s questions formulated by Cee, the mother of this challenge:

If you were having difficulty on an important test and could safely cheat by looking at someone else’s paper, would you do so? No

What things in nature do you find most beautiful? Insects, trees, flowers, birds, unusual details, angles and juxtapositions. Clouds.

Complete this sentence: When I travel I love to…watch people.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? As usual, the WordPress prompt inspired me.  Today it was “Underdog” which I somehow transformed into “Underweardog” Nearly.

For Cee’s Share Your World Challenge.

Good Dog, Bad Dog

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We didn’t really need another dog, but Frida was tired of being herded around by Diego and what could it hurt to find Diego a new playmate?

https://judydykstrabrown.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/patti-page-how-much-is-that-doggie-in-the-window.mp3

(Please click on first photo to enlarge all photos and read captions.)

Good Morrie when in detainment
Bad Morrie when let loose.
Bad Morrie
Bad Morrie
Bad Morrie. Yes, he did pull the drawer out of the dresser all on his own.
He even knows how to open dresser drawers to get at more of them.
Morrie is a real scholar. He absolutely devours books.
and two boxes of crayons.
Diego did it!!!
Good Morrie, chewing his chew toy.
Bad Morrie. Did you kill that poor duckie.
Good Morrie regretting past sins.

In response to this prompt: https://ceenphotography.com/2017/01/24/cees-fun-foto-challenge-good-and-bad/