Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

Embarrassing Travel Moments

I have had mixed results speaking Spanish on my trip to Antigua, Guatemala.

Last night at dinner I was trying to tell the waiter we needed more time with our menus. I patted our table and said, “Por favor, leave them right here.” His puzzled look was my first indication of how lame that sounded. The laughter from my group was the second. He did leave the menus, though–he was probably afraid to be too near this crazy gringa.

Just a few minutes ago a few of us returned to our accommodations and after calling Studly to beg for money I retreated to my room for a nap.

It didn’t take me long to peel out of my sweaty clothes to bask au naturale on my bed. I’d just closed my eyes when I realized the gardener was standing just outside the very open window. I’m pretty sure my “oops!” translated into Spanish flawlessly.

Fountain of Youth

Twice have I drunk from

The fountain of youth’s waters.

How long must one wait?

 

Crow’s feet still add depth

To the corners of my eyes,

Fine lines mark my mouth.

 

Fountain of youth, oh

Where is thy miracle cure?

On sabbatical?

A Real Prince of a Guy

When I was a little girl

Many years ago

I dreamed of finding

A handsome prince 

And making him my beau.

But I grew into a plain lass

Tall with gangly limbs

And no prince deigned to

Take my hand and

Realize my whims.

So I nurtured imagination

Focused on my brain

Some considered 

Me odd as I grew,

Ever against the grain.

Then Studly came

Into my life and 

Took on the role of prince

And even through our

Ups and downs

I’ve been so happy since. 

 

I’m already missing my Studly who’s holding Doright Manor together in my absence.

Air Travel Haiku 

I. All my bags are packed

My boarding passes printed 

I’ll soon fly away.

  

II. Exhilaration 

Of flights taking off never

Becomes a routine.

 Edit

  III. Rule one of travel

Never underestimate 

Leg room’s importance.  

Peace, people!

Calculating

I began adding

Numbers.

Seven hundred

Forty-nine plus

Sixty seven.

Eight sixteen said

Studly.

He’s always been 

Good with

Numbers.

Verbose

When I drink too much 

Wine

One of two things

Happen:

Unfortunately I 

Cannot 

Remember 

Even

One.

May God bless and

Keep each of you, 

Dear readers.

  

Peace, people!

Tuesday Poem

Tuesday’s child,

Full of grace

Excluded from

Beauty,

Saved from

Woe, by two

Dozen hours

Or so.

Fickle time

Declares which

Gifts might be 

Bestowed, 

Based on a stroke

Of luck or the

Hands of a

Clock.

Tick tock.

  

As a child this poem always bothered me. It seemed to put poor Wednesday at a disadvantage from birth, while Sunday got all the good stuff. Hardly fair!  Always interested in justice, that’s me. Oh, I was born on a Friday in case anyone’s keeping tabs.

Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath day Is fair and wise and good in every way.

Peace, People!






New-to-me

Places I’ve never been

Are my favorite destinations

I cannot wait to place my

Feet on new-to-me land.

Don’t get me wrong;

I’d have been a terrible

Pioneer.  

 

Scared of snakes,

Petrified of the unknown,

Reluctant to venture 

Outside the camp’s 

Boundaries.

Still, there is a large

Part of me that needs the

Thrill of driving on 

New-to-me roads, of

Treading on new-to-me

Sidewalks, of eating

New-to-me foods.

  Like an overgrown 

Child on a raucous

Rollercoaster,

For the very first time:

Hands in the air

Stomach in my throat

Wheeeee!  

Antigua, here I come.

Peace, People!

Monday Poem

Please spare me your Monday hate

Your “weekend’s over” ire.

Approximately one-seventh of one’s

Life is spent on Mondays.

One-seventh!

Disparaging Mondays is akin to

Putting down the first (or second, or third, etc.)

Decade of one’s existence.

Let’s revisit our relationship with

Monday. Put a crown on it, 

Cloak it in ermine-trimmed velvet and

Parade it through the halls of your

Life.

Name a rum drink in Monday’s honor:

“Monchata!”  

Now let’s celebrate!