“In Loving Memory” was the Daily Post’s prompt tasking bloggers with writing our own obituaries.
Born,
Learned,
Cared.
Erred, and erred, and erred.
Sang,
Danced,
Cried.
Felt,
Loved,
Died.
A lesson
Each life
Teaches:
We only
Have this
Time. No
More. No
Less. Live.
Nineteen days ’til spring.
Someone please tell the flowers
They have bloomed too soon
Four hundred plus hours
Winter’s hand stays in command
Do calendars lie?
We suffered our share
Of thirty degree days, at
Least three by my count.
Today though, sun reigns
Warding off the brisk chill of
Florida’s winter.
And those who survived
Are made stronger still by that
Which has not killed us.
A little sarcasm on this Tuesday. Forgive me for basking in this beautiful day.
Peace, people!
The exceptionally talented, Stuart M. Perkins, who writes one of my favorite blogs, at https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/author/smperkins62/ recently nominated me for “The Very Inspiring Blog” Award. I promised that if I could figure out how to link others’ blogs on my own site that I’d happily accept the award. Yet even as I pasted Stuart’s link into my blog I have grave doubts that I did it correctly.
I’m going to do my best, though, because I’ve passed up these awards before, and I appreciate Stuart thinking I’m worth reading. As he says, that’s all any of us really want.
The rules of accepting the award are as follows:
Seven facts about myself. Hmmmm. I make so much stuff up that facts are scarce.
Okay, now to the tricky part–passing along the Most Inspiring Award to 15 blogs that I follow. I follow some really great bloggers, so I hope I do this correctly. Be sure to check out their sites.
I realize that many of those listed above have been the recipients of many blogger awards, so please do not feel obligated to accept. Just know I enjoy reading your posts!
Peace, People!
I. favorite number
five; superstition dictates.
i am a child born
on the fifth day of
the tenth month, a multiple
of five. mystical.
Photo from HowardDavidJohnson.com
II. give me five, one hand
thrust open in greeting, slapped
up high, down low, slide
across palms touching, friendship
displayed playfully.
Photo by David from Society 6.
III. ring ’round the rosie
pocket quite full of posey,
all but five fall down.
a circle drawn in
childish games mocking death’s role
In childhood forgot.
Jeu d’enfants a Riquewihr-1920’s -Alsace-Robert Doisneau
Each morning I wake up and think, “Today’s the day this cold virus is officially going to stop messing up my life.” So far I’ve been wrong, but since when has that stopped me?
My nights are marked by throat tickling coughs that I try my best to hold in until I almost explode, and my days are spent fighting the dizziness and nausea brought on by draining sinus passages. In other words, I’m a real hoot to be around right now.
I take one medication for this symptom, another for that. My bathroom counter looks like the inside of Walgreens. Let’s spin the wheel and see what works this time.
My favorite “medication” is spicy Mexican food, so I’m self-medicating at Tijuana Flats, a great little place near Florida State University, that carries its own line of salsas:
I’m desperately hoping my cure resides in one of these containers. They did load my meal up with extra jalapeños–they take great care of me here.
I stopped drinking my hot toddy mixture. The whisky was tasting just a little too good, if you know what I mean. Oh, who am I kidding? I ran out of the stuff and Studly won’t fetch me a new bottle.
If you have a favorite end of cold remedy please share. I need to get well.
Peace, people
Circling in the waves,
Caught up in an
Eddy,
Reeling from
the done,
The finished,
The read.
Now what?
Am I supposed
to forget
Those I grew to love,
to fear,
to hate?
Where do they go
When I turn the
Final page,
When we part ways?
I finished book two in a three-part series yesterday. Rushing to shop in my Kindle bookstore I was dismayed to discover that book three won’t be available until March. Of 2016. I’d cry if I thought it would do me any good.
The point is, I broke my Cardinal rule of reading: Thou shalt not begin a book series until at least three books are available to purchase.
Three is a great number because many series end there. If I waited until every book in a series had been written and made available to the reading public I might not ever have gotten to read the Game of Thrones series. As it is I’ll probably die before knowing what happens to John Snow, et. al.
Thank heaven for Facebook, though. After posting a plea for good book suggestions my feed was pleasantly inundated with not just good, but great recommendations, including that of a novel, The Adventure of the Yrsa written by a friend under the pseudonym, Lillian Sullivan.
My cup runneth over!
Peace, People.
Flashbulb lightning
Residual flash
Temporary
Celebrity.
Shouted interrogatory
Penetrates dark,
Manufactured
Histrionics.
Hurried exchange
Hissed advice,
Prevaricate!
Obfuscate!
Stricken beauty
Softly demurs
Fabricate?
Never!
Amendment pled
Stricken eyes
Motivation?
Vanity.
I’ve never shied away from telling my true age. Never pled the fifth. For many years I loved hearing people exclaim, “You don’t look ___!” Now, I believe all my years, like chickens, have come home to roost. And they’re having a wonderful time creating havoc with my looks.
Peace, people!
I tried in vain to find
February 29.
Alas, it does not
Exist in 2015.
Less compassionate
Folks might not care
That February gets
Short shrift.
But I do.
Peace, People
A trio of haiku written in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt.
I. Tick tock wind the clock
Carefully controlled tension
I snap when overwound.
Art by Norman Duenas found on Pinterest
II. Time out, hurry up
Life goes on without me now
Wrinkles slow me down.
III. “A Time for Us” sung
Plaintively, no dry eyes here
Save mine; mine were clear.
Peace, People
Praying for Eyebrowz 