Another photo from my walk around Lake Ella in Tallahassee. I think a fitting title would be, “A Confederacy of Turtles.”
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I Hate it When That Happens
On Sunday evening, Doright Manor took a direct lightning strike, frying both of our television sets, along with our washing machine, and Studly Doright’s elliptical exercise machine. The blinding flash of lightning and the simultaneous explosion of a deafening clap of thunder didn’t do much for my blood pressure, either.
We’d been in bed for only a few minutes when the strike came. Of course Studly was already snoring in that annoying way he has of dropping off to sleep the second his head hits the pillow, and true to form, I was reading. Our eldest cat, Scout, who is generally unperturbed by storms began meowing frantically just before the KABOOM! I should’ve known something big was about to happen.
Oddly enough we never lost electricity, but we are without television and Internet until service providers can make the trip out here. And if I want to do laundry before next Wednesday I’ll have to head to a laundromat. Strike that. I’ll GET to go to a laundromat. I’m awfully fond of them, you know. Best people watching in the world happens at laundromats.
Oh, about Studly’s elliptical machine…I’m lobbying to just chuck it. I kept thinking I’d write a post about the way its hulking presence in our den/kitchen area has marred the feng shui of my otherwise peaceful existence. Now it appears there was karmic redemption. Bwahaha!
Peace, people.
Snapshot(s) #137a and b
Taken on Monday at Lake Ella in Tallahassee. I call these, “Now You See Me,” and “Now I Think You Don’t.”
Slowly I Turned
I had the oddest dream a couple of nights ago, and while I can’t remember much detail I do remember one repetitive scene. Some action–a trigger word–spoken by me in the dream resulted in a handsome man walking towards me while loudly eating popcorn. He never spoke, but approached and offered me some of the popcorn, to which I’d respond, “You know I can’t have popcorn!” before slapping him across the face.
When I awakened I realized that same scene had occurred at least three times during my dream, and while the trigger word is lost to me I remember it being something mundane. The whole thing reminded me of the old comedy routine known as “Slowly I Turned,” so I promptly googled it.
According to Google, the skit is attributed to comic writer, Joey Faye, and has been performed by a number of comedians through the years. Some of you younger folk might never have seen it, so here are a few clips. It still cracks me up. I’m not sure why.
Here’s Lucille Ball’s take on it:
https://youtu.be/wTnGpaY3VKY
And the Three Stooges:
https://youtu.be/MYP1OBZfFK0
But my favorite is performed by Abbott and Costello:
Snapshot(s) #136a, b, c, d, and maybe e
I walked around beautiful Lake Ella in Tallahassee yesterday, enjoying the slightly overcast day. All the normal sights were on display: turtles, geese, ducks, and people. Today, though, I saw something I’d never seen. A blue heron came flying across the lake with something in its beak.
At first I thought the something was a fish or a frog, but when the heron landed I realized it was a baby duck! Let’s call these, “The Circle of Life,” or “Requiem for a Duckling.”
The heron didn’t appreciate an audience while it ate, so he flew away with the duck still clamped in its beak.
Ah, the circle of life. Poor little duck!
Cadences
steady as you go
rhythmic bass kicking in hard
a call to march forth
drummers know the pull
of the beat’s relentless drive
addictive cadence
rat a tat tat tat
left, right, left, pivot tightly
martial unison
Snapshot #135
This one was taken in Apalachicola on Saturday. I call it, “Hi! Biscus….”
Just Words
Those words,
Punitive
Words.
Wishing violence
On her
Future self.
Cringe worthy,
Words.
Cruel,
Hateful,
Damaging,
Shaming.
From your
Grown-up mouth.
The balance of
Power,
Unequal.
Her heart,
Broken.
Choose your
Words more
Wisely
She won’t be a
Child forever.
Her damage
Traced
Right back
To your words.
And will you feel
Justified
When she
Fulfills the
Bad girl
Schema?
You told her
She deserved
Only the
Worst.
Snapshot #133
I captured this photo in our neighborhood. It’s called, “Flower,” until someone can tell me what it actually is.
Time (A Collaboration with Julie Powell)
Be sure to click on Julie’s link (below) to get the big picture. It’s gorgeous!
Time
Time doesn’t count,
Unless you’re counting on time
To heal a broken heart or
Comfort the mourning soul.
Feel the watch’s weight,
Note the imprint in the pocket.
Time waits for no one,
Yet claims everyone.
This fob in my hand
Its heft, the smooth silver
A metronome in the round
Time’s own keeper.
Praying for Eyebrowz 