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Snapshot #’s 91, 92, and 93

The easiest title ever:

“Duck, Ducks, Goose.”



My Life in Monochrome

Monochrome memories from way back, when all my dresses were shapeless plaid shirtwaists,

Three for ten dollars from the Sears and Roebuck catalog. I was a thrifty kid, poring over the

Thrift section searching for the best buys so Mom didn’t have to. My brothers could own

Five striped cotton crewneck t-shirts for a bundled price, as well. I circled the best deals in

Crayon, then waited for the order to arrive, always hoping that at least one of my new

Dresses would surprise me by featuring a full skirt and a crinkly petticoat like Debbie Reynolds

Wore. Disappointment never interfered with my attempts to twirl in a simple cotton dress. 


My dresses were never this cute. ^^^

Where are the Heroes?

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.

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Snapshot #89

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

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.

Snapshot #88

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.”

Seduction

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

Slow Clap

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.