Here are some shots of my current cat shelter. It has been very cold this year so far, and my walk-in contraption works great. The outside cats enter from the top of the storage-box shelter roof. Two cats live in this structure, Peggy and Cat Henry.
This is one of my personal favorite assignments from writing class last year…in response to rules that the work be a limerick and contain certain other attributes of writing poetry. I had great fun writing it—
THE DONALD’S MARCH TO INFAMY
There once was a boy named Donald
Who wanted to be rich, and grow up to be President
ha ha! said the people as he started to
but he knew what he was doing and had all the cards he needed to
and win the game
opponents screamed like angry cat matrons
and picked on his hair and his noisy patrons
but Donald just said they should “lump it!”
“You haven’t a chance, you’re not one of us,” they wailed
“is that so?” said Donald as he placed a standing order for tea and crumpets
to serve to his fans to keep them from starving on the campaign trail
His crowd of the faithful grew and grew
’til they filled the land
so they bought him a very big trumpet.
I often find surprises in photographs, serendipitous objects or impressions that might be considered gifts from My Muse. This photo is a random pond shot, one of a series. In the foreground are some dry weeds, and their shadows cast onto the water take on curious face-like shapes, reminiscent of doodle-drawings. Peggy, the cat, seems to have been transfixed by the mysterious shapes and lines…or maybe she just paused in passing to inspect a bug.
This morning, while bringing into the kitchen the water dish from the cat shelter, I was struck by the simple raw beauty found in the simplest thing—a chunk of ice that had formed overnight in a metal pan—to create a frozen world in which was contained weird and lovely images and effects.
The inherent bubbles and foreign bodies, the shadows and reflections present glorious effects worthy of the delight of even the most mundane imagination.
ONE resolution: this year SOMETIMES (THE BLOG) will return to the my Top, #1, Main Pursuit…..every day.
Last year, 2017, was not my best year for writing and working on my blog. Current events interfered with my goal, which was to put writing with a capital W at the top of my “things to do list.” Oh sure, my postings were more or less regular, but heavy on the Re-blogs borrowed from other bloggers.
Also, over the year 2017 I posted a lot of my own posts from past years, and many photos gleaned from my hobby of photography, dear to my heart and fairly popular with followers. The pursuit of bright flowers and trees, and the odd-ball occasional photo that inspired and illustrated the blog entries. And Poetry…a newfound love thanks to WordPress courses which brought quite a number of acquaintances and blog-friends in trading our poetic masterpieces. It was in these groups that I found the joys of writing Haiku, and other fancy poetic forms, and my favorite– “free-form” poetry.
So I pledge to follow my true love of writing into the Y2018. Instead of whining and thinking up reasons why I can’t write, I will just DO it. Just sit down and write. Also, I spend a lot of time writing in notebooks….and on envelopes, scraps of newspaper, any handy source for writing on.
I’m already a day late with the “every day” pledge. My post featuring Marilyn Monroe and Ella Fitzgerald…singing “Tropical Heatwave” should go a ways to redeem my lagging sagging New Year Resolutions.
So… see ya all on the blogosphere. How’s that for “trite?” 🙂
This excellent post from friend acflory on her blog MEEKA’S MIND is the best thing I’ve read about the coming Year 2018 and Australian voters in particular and all Voters in general. Thanks for the re-blog!
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I was a kid in the late Menzies era of Australia [1949-1966], and I remember hearing some adults moan about elections while others moaned about the general apathy of the Australian voter. You see, in Australia, we have compulsory voting…and the times were good.
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[The prompt for Day Two — Writing 101. “If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?”]
Now that is an easy assignment that took absolutely NO thought. The question did indeed have the “zoom” effect. My place that my inner image brings up is as much a place as it is a time, and a concept, a memory. Perhaps it has to do with a past life experience, or a memory from the Akashic Records. My site is like walking into a dream, the kind that features the doorway that opens to reveal a huge pastoral scene.
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