No Snow White
by Leslie Noyes
Underneath the good girl ruse, dark secrets lurked well hidden. Dimpled smiles hid her thoughts, as urges rose unbidden.
“Be yourself,” she was told, but herself was so lackluster, so instead she chose to be a tart, full of heat and bluster.
Reputations made or broken on a rash of indiscretions, too easy, too cold, or full of calculations.
Good girls go to heaven, she’d heard, but now no longer cared. They can keep their heaven, for she’d go everywhere.
I took a picture of my dining room. I’m calling this one, “I Went Outside to Take Photos of the Local Flora, but the Local Fauna Swarmed Me Causing Me to Curse and to Slap Myself about the Head and Neck.”
King Belshazzar summoned Daniel when these words first appeared:
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upsharin, their meaning wasn’t clear.
Daniel knew when first he read the writing on the wall
Trouble was a’coming and a kingdom sure to fall
He predicted a Babylon at war, their people overcome
Death and destruction raining down; the end of days for some.
Where, oh where is Daniel now to interpret what’s been writ,
By greedy politicians, lacking compassion and/or grit?
A document that few have read, still fewer comprehend,
Has power over life and death; what suffering it portends!
No, we have no need for Daniel to show us what seems plain:
Rich white men aren’t worried about your suffering or your pain.
The phrase “the writing on the wall” refers to Chapter 5 of the Book of Daniel in the Bible when King Belshazzar sees a hand appear to write the words Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upsharin on a wall. Belshazzar summons Daniel to interpret the writing, which Daniel translates as “Numbered, numbered, weighed, divided.” Daniel tells Belshazzar that the writing means that Babylonian kingdom will be invaded and divided among the Medes and the Persians. The term “writing on the wall” has since been used to refer to any omen that predicts a bad outcome.
Normally I don’t use my blog to endorse products, and no one is paying me to promote this one, but if you’ve got a smelly vehicle (and boy, did Studly have a smelly vehicle!) this stuff is da bomb!
Let’s call this one, “Well Done, Turtle Wax Odor-X! Well Done!”
And When I Die
by Leslie Noyes
When I die I pray someone will mourn; that a song so achingly sweet will be offered up, and
People will sob in response. I also want a celebration, though, a praise service with dancing in every aisle,
Worshipful arms upstretched to the heavens. God only knows where I will turn up. I have not
Lived a blameless life; how interminably boring that would be, But still, I think of the ecstasy of
Being taken up by a heavenly host of angels, rising on wings of gossamer, when I die.
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I snapped this photo of a page from young adult author, Brandon Mull’s newest Fablehaven series offering. I call this one, “Great Thoughts for Young Minds.” It’s actually worthy of being stitched onto a pillow.
I had my second of three Mona Lisa treatments on Wednesday afternoon. If you need to know what that entails read this post: https://nananoyz5forme.com/2017/02/21/vagina-wars-a-new-hope/
The first treatment went really well, and the discomfort was minimal. And while the second treatment was more intense it wasn’t any worse than having my eyebrows waxed. Of course, I have only two eyebrows, and the Mona Lisa laser makes multiple forays into my vaginal area. I might’ve said, “ouch!” but didn’t curse even once.
My gynecologist is the bomb. Before he started the treatment he noticed my Kindle and asked what I was reading, so I gave him a brief synopsis of Kim Stanley Robinson’s novel, 2312. Turns out my doctor is a sci-fi fan, as well; although, he’s old school: Heinlein, Bradbury, etc.
While he switched equipment around I told him about John Scalzi’s, Old Man’s War series. In it, septuagenarians can sign up to go into space where they fight for a confederation of planets. The old warriors are given brand new, highly efficient bodies, while maintaining the wisdom they’ve accumulated in their seven decades of life.
Before the doctor left me he said, “You know, we’re doing science fiction type work in this room.”
I agreed, “Yep! Thanks for giving this old broad a vagina for the future!”
“To infinity and beyond!”
Did I mention that he’s the bomb?
Peace, people!
Note: We are very pleased with the results of the Mona Lisa treatment!
I panicked when I realized I hadn’t taken a picture for the blog today. Fortunately, the subject needn’t be deep, just close at hand. I call this one, “My Left Foot, Not the Film, the Appendage.” (Note the bandage. I believe I was bitten by a radioactive spider and will soon develop super powers, or not.)
Politics connected us, provided conversation.
We’d never met, and still, I wept the day
That Richard died.
I became friends with a fascinating man on Facebook through a Liberal group we’d gravitated to before this past election. Richard was smart, funny, and upbeat. I learned that he’d lost his wife a few months before we “friended” each other, and he was fighting through his grief while dealing with a grave illness of his own.
As he prepared for a round of chemo Richard asked for volunteers to play against him in Words With Friends, figuring it would be a great way to distract him from the rigors of chemotherapy.
I volunteered and we played one game after another. He was a novice player, and I beat him soundly every time. We didn’t chat much on the app; although, he promised he’d come out the winner eventually.
A couple of days ago Richard posted on FB that he was going to take some time away from the computer to concentrate all his energy on feeling better. We all wished him well and figured he’d be back in no time, not knowing how very sick he was. The man never complained.
This morning, though, a post from Richard’s brother let us know that our friend had succumbed to complications from pneumonia. All of those who’d befriended him in our political group are devastated, and I cried all morning for the loss of this friend.
We never met in person. Chances are our real world paths never would have crossed, but I valued his friendship. And I mourn his death. Rest easy friend.
Peace, people.
May the 4th be with you!
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 