Where are the heroes?
Have they gone out of style?
I fear they’ve all fallen,
Victims to old King Vile
Where are the voices of dissent?
Have they been silenced?
Rebuffed by the bully from his pulpit
Neither fair nor balanced.
Where are the watchdogs?
Have they been blinded?
Given poisoned bits to calm their barks
No longer straining at the leash.
Yes, this is a screenshot of the Fitbit leaderboard for this week. Please note two things:
1) I’m at the top
2) All my friends suffer from some weird facial disorder.
I call this one, “Nobody Likes a Braggart, but Who Cares?”
Seriously, I’ve only topped my Fitbit leaderboard one other time–back when I had no Fitbit friends. I suspect a couple of them will come roaring back this week, so I’m going to enjoy my status while I can.
Peace, people.
I don’t sleep when you’re away, my thoughts chase, circling ceaselessly without remorse.
Each hour weighs a ton, each minute pounds against my skull, what if? What’s that? Check
The clock. If I fall asleep right NOW, I could manage five hours before the alarm sounds, now
Four, then three. Who does math at four a.m.? Could I reset the alarm? Thirty minutes
More? But I’ve already eaten up that time with my calculations. Please hurry home. I don’t sleep.
Lake Ella in Tallahassee, Florida, is one of my favorite places to walk. I call this one, taken on a warm winter day, “January Done Right.”
A bottle of Cabernet
Fuels anticipation
Fragrant candles lit
Gentle kiss, just there,
Measured strokes invite delight
Touch of velvet skin
What would you offer
For one night in tender arms?
All the world’s riches
After your heartfelt speech I started a slow clap, but no one joined in. The saddest
Part was that you deserved every accolade, but my attempt fell short and silence
Reigned. Is there anything more damning than the sound of nothing reverberating around a hall?
Later, at the soirée we held hands and danced languidly to the strains of a small jazz combo.
Smoke Gets in your Eyes took little of the sting away. You still felt the absence of applause.
Technically this is a screenshot, but I wanted to share it. This is from yesterday (1/13/17). I think I’ll call it, “Progress,” or perhaps, “Damn, My Thighs Hurt.”
Before bed I checked my progress and had logged 6.98 miles. Of course I then had to make a quick loop of the house to reach the seven mile mark.
Peace, people!
This is another photo I took as I walked in our neighborhood. I love the mixture of street light and sunlight on the trees. Let’s call this one, “A Little Sunset Magic.”
“Look up,” he urged, “See the cardinal?”
“Where? Oh, there! I see her!”
“Not HER,” he laughed. “His plumage gives away the gender.”
“That’s just wrong,” she sighed. “The guys have all the good stuff.”
“I agree,” he smiled. “After all, I have you.”
Hear the frogs singing
Their song of the lake
Throaty and fervent
A call for a mate:
I’m strong and I’m virile
Froggy voices declare
I’ll take you by moonlight
My frog lady fair
Come croak to me, lover
I’ll capture your heart
On the still, calm waters
We’ll cavort in the dark.
Frog fortunes are made
In the conquests they make,
In the courtships brokered
On the shores of the lake.
Praying for Eyebrowz 