Above is the photo Cee asked us to pick a topic from. I could not resist linking to the below post from years ago that looks like it could have been taken in the same place that Cee’s was. I took these photos at Anne of Green Gable’s house on Prince Edward Island. If you’ve seen them before, hope you enjoy seeing them again:
I wanted to share with you this informative and thoughtful article by Fandango published on his Flashback Friday Blog:
“I don’t understand,” Hal said. “It’s just a handgun and I got it to protect our home and family.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll enlighten you,” Rosemary said. “Statistics show that a gun in the home is more likely to be used in a homicide, suicide, or unintentional shooting than to be used for self-defense.”
“Oh come on,” Hal responded. “That’s fake news.”
“No, it’s not. It’s true,” Rosemary said. “Having a gun in the home is eleven times more likely to be used for attempted or successful suicides than for self-defense. It’s seven times more likely to be used in criminal assaults and homicides, and four times more likely in unintentional shooting deaths or injuries.”
“But we’d use the gun exclusively for self-defense,” Hal objected.
Rosemary sighed. “Did you know that, on average, nearly 5,000 children in the United States receive medical treatment in an emergency room each year for a gun-related injury? And about 21% of those injuries are unintentional. Almost 1,300 children die annually from a gun-related injury in this country.” (more)….
To read the rest of this excellent article go HERE.
Ode to Morrie
Oh you ball of energy, you little snarl of fluff.
When it comes to hugging you, I cannot get enough.
Your hair so black and curly, your teeth so sharp and white
that it is an honor when you choose to bite.
Your flair at ball retrieval truly has no equal.
However many thrown for you, you always seek a sequel.
Your eyes luminous marbles, your nails a lovely shape
from running over terraces to stem a squirrel’s escape.
Your hairy little jowls would put Borgnine’s to shame.
So many little mysteries for which you aren’t to blame.
What creature eats the birdseed spread out on the wall?
What other creature has your leap? What other dog the gall?
You give the cats their exercise and what possum would dare
to stray into a garden given to your care?
Oh brave little caroler when interloper passes,
Your mighty barks belie your size. No burglar tests your sasses.
At night you serenade me with your howling croon
accompaniment to ambulances or the rising moon.
My revered alarm clock, my companion after dark,
as now and then throughout the night I celebrate your bark.
Each day I laud thy energy, thy beauty and thy voice.
When I contemplate your dogginess, I cannot but rejoice!
This ode of praise I write for thee, I cannot help but pen it.
If there had been a dog messiah, my dear, you would have been it!
A Panegyric poem of praise for dVerse Poets
Here is the earliest picture I have of me, probably at about 10 months.
The prompt from dVerse poets today was to write a poem incorporating the lyrics of a song that was popular on the day you were born. Well, although it isn’t a poem, here is a link to a post I wrote six years ago about the most popular song on the charts on July 3, 1947, the day I was born:
And, to meet the qualifications of the prompt, here is a poem hastily pounded out today in response:
Chi Baba Blues
It must have been a silly year, the year that I was born,
with music even newborn babies might be driven to scorn.
The fact it was a lullaby, alas, could not atone
for that ugly music spewed out by the gramophone.
“Chi baba, chi baba chihuahua” were hardly words that lulled
and along with all the other lyrics, needed to be culled.
And though I have much gratitude that my mom chose to bear me,
when it comes to this lullaby, I’m glad she chose to spare me:
The #1 song in the U.S. on the day I was born was “Chi-Baba, Chi-Baba Chihuahua (My Bambino Go to Sleep) ” by Perry Como. Although I would advise against it, you can hear it HERE. But after that, please go to the link at the beginning of this post and click on the link to see my rave about its trivialization of and confusion between the Spanish and Italian languages and to hear one of the most beautiful serenades in the Spanish language, imho.
My mom and me.
Here is the link to the dVerse prompt: https://dversepoets.com/
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A friend sent me this story. Such a fine allegory for life and one the world needs right now:
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“NEW YORK (AP) — U.S. life expectancy fell by a year and a half in 2020, the largest one-year decline since World War II, public health officials said Wednesday.” Covid accounts for 11 percent of the drop. Drug use, homicides, overcrowding and lack of healthcare accounts for much of the rest. See the facts HERE.
Photo by Sharon Wheat. Photos of other felted creatures may be viewed by clicking on link below.
My friend Sharon is an absolutely fabulous artist in every genre she tackles: mixed media sculpture, photography, jewelry, food art, fabric art and stitchery and now in these incredible felted figures. Check them out at: https://sharonwheat.zenfolio.com/p994516379
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