Spring Beauty exists forever in pictures…
This and That
Learn to read at the … laundromat?
There is nothing like the world “Library” to cheer me up. Here’s a great piece published in American Libraries Magazine recently. It has been 60 years since I spent time in a laundromat, but the experience comes back like a scary dream everytime I think about it.
Measles never was a joke, reblog
Anyone interested in Measles needs to check out this article from CNN
Spring…at last
Now Spring is here
no moment too soon
we all deserve it this year
©Sometimes, 2019
The Art of clever conversation, a Wordle from MLMM
Here is one of favorite Wordles from a couple of years ago. I love Wordles, and I really need to get back to work. 🙂 (In this Update I have changed the original title.)
It’s been awhile since I published one of my Wordle attempts. MindLoveMiseryMenagerie regularly presents these Word-puzzles, in which a list of words is provided, to be crafted into a poem or other form of writing. This Wordle is #157. (*see word list below.)
The Art of Flirting
We have reached a stalemate…you and I
in our playhouse of make-believe,
avoiding muse-thieves in cahoots vis-à-vis
in competition for cleverness … a turn of a phrase.I bite my tongue in affected semaphorism
… a flicker of eyelashes with a knowing smile,
a hint of a shared secret, imaginary interlude
“remember the willows…?” a tentative glance…To know or not to know becomes the quest
we wonder: are we on the same page?
Do we deserve to solve the paradox
of saying nothing…while expressing it all?©Sometimes, 2017
*Word list: bite, smooth, open, deserve, paradox, semaphorism, stalemate, tension…
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snowy days are here again
Some views of the front deck and the garage.
Debunking Granny…
I decided to visit other blog-friends, and found this wonderful post on Sue Vincent’s site, Daily Echo. Sue is a pal from my own early blogging days. She tendered the invitation to share, so I am taking the opportunity to reblog this on my site.
It was Barb Taub that started me thinking, with her collection of gems learned over the years. One in particular I recognised and yet, on the five occasions when I have been rushed to hospital in an ambulance, all sirens wailing and my life or limbs in the balance, I can honestly say that no-one has ever passed comment on the state of my underwear.
On one of these occasions, underwear was absent from the equation altogether because I was wearing nightclothes when disaster struck. On another, all garments had either melted with the heat or been hastily ripped off to prevent further burns. It would not have mattered a jot whether the pertinent articles had been pristine cotton, lacy confections or the over-washed grey of comfort. They had to go.
In fairness to Great Granny, who had impressed upon me the need for unimpeachable unmentionables, at no time was…
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Lighting and Shadows in Cleveland
The first feature that fascinated me is the golden-hued appearance of the buildings in the background. Although born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio, and having worked in the city and knew my way around in the 1950s, new construction and infrastructure has changed the city appearance so much that I am not able to discuss many details. (The city’s iconic Terminal Tower is seen from a different perspective than is normally photographed. This striking golden-hue is a small part of the magnificent appearance of the entire Cleveland sky-line which obviously can only be appreciated at a given time of afternoon, with a bright Sun illuminating the buildings…and while heading East on the I-90/I-71 highway bridge. *Not to say that is the only vantage viewpoint.)
We were downtown for the purpose of attending 13-year-old great-granddaughter’s first formal photography class exhibit, a project of the Ohio Arts Council. The show was very well done, with names on the wall and five photos which each participant shot and developed from film. We arrived downtown about two hours early, and parked in a great spot on Detroit Avenue, so I took some photos of my own, which are included in this WordPress Post. (Please note that the Time Stamp on these photos is wrong, the actual date should be 12/09/2018, the time 16:43 is probably right.)
Looking East at sunlit Cleveland in the distance.. (©Sometimes 2019)
FROSTY RETURNS
It’s that time of year again! This photo of me having one of the times of my life!
Toby…napping in the noonday sun…
Reggae music made the 2018 UNESCO world cultural list…
Yellow Lily and Friend
This very cooperative grasshopper waited while I passed by it, unlocked the door, retrieved my camera, and took several shots. He is magnificent in a large image size. (©Sometimes, 2017)
Epic Symphonic Rock (my kind of music…)
My 2018 cat shelter (Part I)
Time to update the outside cat shelter. Lots of straw, tarps, assorted crates and wood…and a big table… plus more to come.
Barbara, for faithful followers’ information, is the wild Calico Cat that lives outside and was rarely seen…until the greenhouse where she hung out for years was torn down last spring, leaving poor Barbara rather confused and homeless. But now she has apparently decided to move into the shelter on my back deck. She is not afraid of me, and comes out when I call her name. All of the cats locally defer to and respect “crazy Barbara” as she is sometimes called…they make room at the food dish and water pan, and apparently tolerate the tough old lady.
blessing for voters, a Wordle
Bless the blue and the red
those who tirelessly stump for votes
among the hopeful and hopeless
grabbing at sticks and straws
as they burn bridges behind them
and always conceal how they ran the race
the votes they cast—win or lose—
behind the locked curtain.©Sometimes, 2017
Wordle #273, November 11, 2016 … by MindLoveMisery
the words: blue, burn, lose, race, red, lock, grab, bless, stump, vote, conceal, stick.
