Happiness is finding a nail salon where the pedicure chairs have a “buttock” button.
I’m calling this one either, “That Hits the Spot” or “Is This Too Much Information?”
Peace, people!
Month: May 2019
River Bed
These slippery stones
One, overturned, upended
Victim of the rush
Unimpeded stream
Gallivanting riverward
Leaves casualties
Whoever names them
Will placate the roiling rocks
Calm the water’s roar
Counting on Haiku
As someone who occasionally tries her hand at writing haiku, often with lackluster results, I had to share this:
A Word of Caution
Do not marry an impatient man
Consider all the ways he’ll make your life hell
Driving you to distraction
Making you forget how to remember
Gaslighting in double time
Afraid to take a breath
Or a break
Or a good cry
Kiss him, if you must,
But let someone else take his last name.
Mermaid Tuesday
I’m wandering around Apalachicola on this beautiful Tuesday morning.
Saw a bunch of mermaids,
a pirate,
some surf boards,
and other sea-themed paraphernalia.
I chatted with a seagull,
and enjoyed a mimosa with my brunch,
before driving to St. George Island for a short walk on the beach.
I bought each of the cats a catnip stuffed pillow in Apalachicola, and now I’m home watching them go nuts over their new toys.
What a great day!
Peace, people.
Snapshot #237
I pulled out of traffic in order to snap this photo.
I call it, “Make Way for Goslings.”
Slide
I think, she intoned,
We’re teetering on the brink
Of being extinct
Everywhere we see
Stupidity and greed,
A critical world
Wars of distraction
Governmental inaction
How far will we slide?
Snapshot #236
I almost purchased one of the bottle openers pictured above. I call this one, “Los Luchadores.”
Around Doright Manor
Sometimes I like to wander aimlessly around outside. This morning was one of those times.
And sometimes I run into the coolest stuff:
I believe she’s laying eggs. Later I’ll go out and put some protective cover over the spot.
Peace, people.
Octopus’s Garden or Spider’s Web
If you had to choose between living in a world filled with hyper-intelligent spiders or one ruled by PhD level octopuses which would it be?
Would negotiating with arachnids be preferable to appealing to a mollusk’s better nature?
Why, you might ask, am I entertaining such thoughts?
I just finished Adrian Tchaikovsky’s, Children of Ruin, the sequel to his groundbreaking novel, Children of Time, that’s why.
Good sci-fi should force readers to contemplate the imponderables, to think beyond previously constructed boundaries, and Tchaikovsky has given me more to contemplate than my little brain can handle right now. My mind is blown, and that’s a good thing.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 