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Month: December 2015
Cacti
can’t beat the cactus
it’s too prickly for fair fights
bad ass assassin
desert sands shifting
swirling endlessly around
saguaro cactus
there is beauty here
among the needles and pain
more than sufficient.
Ok folks, this was a decidedly un-Christmasy post, but the lowly cactus needed some love on this December day. Give it up for the cactus!
Praying for Eyebrowz Copyright 2015 by Leslie Noyes.
Informational Piece by John Scalzi
If you aren’t following John Scalzi’s blog you really should. Here’s a taste:
Really Bad Riddles
Q: Why’d the melons get married in a church?
A: Because they can’t elope.
Q: How’d the Roman warrior feel after gobbling down the Gingerbread woman?
A: He was glad he ate her.
Q: Where do young arsonists spend their summer vacations?
A: Camp Fire
Q: Why did the turtle cross the road?
A: He was stapled to the chicken.
Praying for Eyebrowz Copyright 2015 by Leslie Noyes.
Thank you, Audrey
Don’t run out of metaphorical gas! Wisdom from redswrap.wordpress.com.
The story on the front page of this morning’s paper, “Loneliness darkens twilight years,” made my blood run cold. The photo gave me the chills.
Photo: Mike de Sisti, Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
The essence of the article is that loneliness increases the chances of early death by 45%. This, compared to alcohol (30%) and obesity (20%).
Audrey Brennan, the woman in the photo, is 86. Until a few years ago, she lived in her own house, drove a minivan, went with her friends to lunch and the theater, had a life that involved moving and driving, going and seeing, chatting and listening. The life she had sounds like fun. It was, at the very least, a life of her own design.
So then she went out to get the morning paper one day, slipped on a patch of ice and broke her hip. Boom. Her entire life pretty much evaporated…
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Tips & Advice: Cats versus Christmas Trees
Great tips! Read more at katzenworld.co.uk.
The Force Continues to Awaken
Studly Doright has yet to see Star Wars Episode VII. As I explained to friends it’s been a special kind of hell to be unable to discuss the film with him. I’ve come so close to accidentally providing spoilers just because I NEED to think about it out loud. The cats are, quite frankly, sick of hearing about the film, and their opinions are weak at best.
But this morning I received the following text from my Studly:
You can tell by my response that I’m stoked. My baby is taking off work early, on his busiest day of the week, to see this movie with me. I call that true love.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz Copyright 2015 by Leslie Noyes.
Blogging and Originality
One of my blogging friends commented on a recent post of mine that it was un-original. Her comment didn’t offend me. I didn’t take it as a condemnation, but as her initial thought upon reading my post.
Her comment did make me think about the reasons I blog. It certainly isn’t to become rich and famous, and blogging has wreaked nine kinds of hell on my already lackadaisical housekeeping skills. After thinking and thinking…
…I came to the conclusion that I write merely to write.
-Sometimes I shoot for originality. How might I twist this phrase or that to say something banal in a decidedly fresh way?
-Sometimes I just need to share the moments of my life with a few photos and captions.
-Sometimes I feel like a kid and need to be silly.
-Sometimes there’s scarcely a point to be found in my writing, even if I’m the one looking for it.
-Sometimes I write in poetry what I cannot say in prose.
Yes, my friend was right. My stocking post was decidedly lacking in originality. Hopefully I’ll be able to continue writing such pieces for many years to come.
Peace, people!
A Full Stocking
Our Christmas tree is lovely. As I sit here meditating on its beauty I can’t help but think of all of the wonderful events my family celebrates in December, all the reasons my Christmas stocking is full.
Our oldest grandson, Garrett, celebrated his 13th birthday on December 6. He’s still Nana’s little boy, though.
My mother’s birthday would have been the 7th. She was the undisputed Queen of Christmas and I miss her every day even though we seldom saw eye to eye. She’s probably busy filling stockings for all the angels in heaven. Stockings were her thing, now they’re my thing.
December 19 would have been Mom and Dad’s anniversary. This is my favorite photo of the two of them. They never had much in the way of material wealth; although, they enjoyed some comfortable years.
Another happy day, December 20, 2010, the date Stephen Houzenga adopted our grandchildren. He took on a ready-made family and changed all of our lives for the better.
Of course December 25 is a day of celebration. Last year Studly and I were able to enjoy it with our kids in Nashville. We rented a home there for the holiday and had one of the best Christmases in memory.
Here we are at The Escape Game. What an adventure! We almost escaped. All we needed was another hour or so….
Finally, our middle grandchild, McKayla, celebrates her birthday on the 26th. She’ll be 11 this year. Here she is about to perform in her first band concert. Gorgeous, smart, and talented.
I hope your Christmas stockings are filled with great memories and reasons to celebrate.
Peace, people!
Tantrum
Studly Doright and I were chilling out at Doright Manor. We’d just purchased season 1 of Fargo and had settled in to watch. Studly had the white fuzzy throw on his lap, and I had plucked our newest crocheted throw off the back of the sofa to keep things cozy. Soon Scout, our elder cat, settled herself on my lap and began purring.
That’s when Patches lost it. Our normally timid younger kitty ran around like a mini-banshee, howling and scratching, shaking with fury. After tearing around the den for three full minutes she finally stopped her tirade and sat glaring at us from under the Christmas tree. Studly and I watched in amused bewilderment. Bemuserment, if you will.
Then it occurred to me that Patches had claimed the new throw. In fact, she’d been napping on it nonstop almost from the moment we brought it home from the Christmas party where we’d been fortunate enough to win it.
Patches was pissed that Scout was snuggled on the throw she’d claimed as her own. Like any younger sibling who’d been deprived of her favorite blankie Patches was throwing a tantrum.
Once we figured out the cause of distress I eased Scout from my lap and returned the throw to Patches who snuggled down immediately. Now Scout is peacefully sleeping near the tree and all is right with our world at Doright Manor.
Peace, people!
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