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Spooning

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When Re-Farmer published a blog about making his lovely wooden spoons, I had to make a comment about how much I love all of the handmade wooden spoons and other wooden implements that I have purchased over the years and the Turkey with holes all over it that I bought years ago and ended up using to display some of  the wooden spoons, knives, forks and spatulas I’ve purchased over the years. I have been using some of them for over 30 years and they are all still serviceable.

I remarked that I’d like to send him photos of them but in the end, the easiest way seemed to be to publish them on my blog. Holding some of the implements with handles too large to fit in the holes of the turkey is a hand-carved buna (coffee) holder that I bought in Ethiopia in 1973. The other wooden implement is my grandmother’s lemon squeezer. See Re-Farmer’s  spoons HERE.

Best Halloween Decoration Ever! (For Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge: Decor)

 

Click on link below to see more photos:

Guy Builds Massive Skeleton That Bursts From His Home for Halloween

 

For Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge: Decor

Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water!

 

I just received this Facebook post from a friend in the states. If you have been vaccinated and think it is safe to let down your guard, think again. Here is her story:

Joe and I tested positive for Delta Covid-19 yesterday. We were vaccinated with Pfizer, Joe in Feb, and me in March. We had to INSIST that our doctor test us yesterday. He kept saying, “no, you’ve been vaccinated, this is just a virus.” This tells us there are more people out there with Covid who think they have something else. Also, Joe’s symptoms are not mild…he already has some pneumonia. I’m reporting this to stress how important it is to WEAR YOUR MASK. Please, please, please, wear your mask in public. We trusted the vaccine to protect us, we were wrong to do so! Already this morning we know it’s very possible Joe will need to be hospitalized. Kris and Jeffery have no symptoms. Anyone who has been around us in the last week, please get tested.

 

 

Joke of the Day

Sorry, couldn’t resist, given my poem of the day:

Three Seconds of Truth

Fatal Folly

 

Fatal Folly

A fabulist can take the truth and spin it, change it, plan it,
but then it is no longer truth, for truth is carved in granite.
The real truth is indelible. Permanent. Etched in stone.
Don’t mess with it and call it truth. You must leave truth alone.
It can’t accommodate a stretch. It’s fierce in resolution.
It’s not right to bend it simply to find a solution.

Truth is truth and fabrication is another matter,
so do not conjure up a tale and claim it’s not the latter.
Though presidents and kings and poets scratching in their dormer
might for their single purposes stray away from the former,
there must be someone willing to call out their acts as ruthless,
for there’s no folly greater than to be led by the truthless.

For dVerse Poets: Folly

Lucille Out-Grouchos Groucho

After reading the comment about the Mirror skit done by the Marx Brothers, Forgottenman sent me a link to this Video of Lucille Ball and Harpo doing a replay. Such fun.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79EnDc-Ucv8

Expats in Mexico

Well, no one stopped me, so here is a lovely essay about American Expats in his native Mexico by Arturo Garcia, who is now a Mexican expat and wonderful artist and poet living in the U.S. I guess we traded places:

If there were Americans in Chapala, in Ajijic there were even more. They met at the Old Posada, at the Plaza, at the restaurants in La Montaña, and at the Lake Chapala Society. They had large houses in La Floresta, in Rancho del Oro and more in the heart of town where they felt part of the native community. Those who chose to live in town were not bothered by the cocks that began to crow in the corrals at five in the morning or by the dogs that barked all night at some opossum or some nagual soul that arrived in the shape of an owl. For them, the superstition of the people was ancestral mysticism and they saw it as part of our culture that they had learned in books and that the townspeople without knowing, lived by innate wisdom and by being direct heirs of the Indians who survived the conquests. People had that in their blood and Americans were attracted to it because everything was authentic.

Americans who were touched by the magic of the town left everything behind to stay. Many set aside their piece of land in the municipal cemetery because that was how great their love for the town was. Sometimes they used the politics of their country or the state of social decline as an excuse, but the real reason they did not return was not known to them. They were simply bewitched by the spirit of Ajijic and there was nothing to separate them, not even death.

They, the Ajijic Americans, stood out by their way of dressing, by the efforts they made to speak Spanish and did not judge the native ways of some inhabitants who refused progress, on the contrary, they went to the store with their huaraches and embroidered morral bags made by Huichol Indians while the women came out with their Oaxacan blouses looking and feeling like Frida Kahlo herself. It was nice to see them with their Mexican hearts blending with the locals, putting aside their cameras to hang Wixarika morrales on their shoulders when they decided to stop recording memories with the 35-millimeter camera roll to start storing them on the roll of memory living the experience permanently.

Photo: Pedro Loco. Inside Lakeside.

HERE is a link to Arturo’s website. Go here to see his art. 

Incredible Leaf Cutouts

 

These leaf cutouts are so wonderful that they defy description. Click on link below to see 30 of them:

https://www.boredpanda.com/japanese-artist-cute-leaf-cutouts-lito-leafart/

Americas Doing Worst in COVID-19 Pandemic, Making Up 55 Percent of Global Deaths

https://www.newsweek.com/coronavirus-map-americas-worst-covid-19-pandemic-deaths-1530183?utm_source=pushnami&utm_medium=Push_Notifications&utm_campaign=automatic&UTM=1599571315021