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Monday, 31 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  Diane felt Mondays needed a 'little something' and boy was she right.  Hence...Poetry Monday.  We have been offered a topic which we can use or not use.....it's just there in case you need a creative jog.  I needed one.
You know how I'm always saying that poems don't have to rhyme or have a rhythm or be worthy of publication...they just have to express your feelings?   You know how I say there are no rules.  Well this week I've broken every rule in the book, it doesn't rhyme, it has no rhythm and certainly no publication value.  It just says what I'm feeling and thinking.




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Sunday, 30 July 2017

Why Are We All Here?

Oh, I don't mean 'here on this planet'.  That's for stronger minds than mine to contemplate.  I mean, what are we all doing here on blogger. 

I'm sure we all have our reasons, everything from loneliness to sharing our passions, to educating others to simple relief from boredom.  Each persons reason is equally valuable.  But.......do we all expect every post we write to attract comments?  I know I don't.  I know that not everything I write will interest another.  I also realize that sometimes people will read my post and not have the words required to make a pertinent comment.  Many a time I've been left speechless by a post...by the sheer beauty of it, or the pathos or the pain of it.  I just don't know what to say.  I may even shed tears for the writer but I just don't know what to say.  I expect I'm not alone in that.  I've never been quite THAT unique.

If the only reason you are on Blogger is to accumulate followers and garner huge amounts of comments then I think you may be in the wrong place.  You should be blogging for the sheer joy of writing, of sharing information, of spreading your own personal happiness.  Perhaps you are blogging to let off steam about life events.  Those forms of release should be enough to satisfy and keep you blogging.  
I appreciate every one of my followers.  We have a wonderful little community here...I might even say, a second family.  No, I do not expect you to love and comment on everything I post.  I'm here because I want to be here...for the expression it allows me....why are you here?

Saturday, 29 July 2017

Friday, 28 July 2017

Shadows

Living shadows
on the wall,
reflections of life
being lived.
Leaf and branch
dance and flutter
across the walls
of my home.
Loving shadows
on my heart,
precious memories
cast shadows
that start
and flow
and tell their tales
of past lives lived,
family fables.
Lonely shadows
as night falls.
I sleep and dream
and remember them all
as moonlight casts its
pale shadows
on my walls.


Thursday, 27 July 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

This weeks word prompt is:
dominant, carpet, magazine, duster, finicky, display
and/or
carbine, boots, tactical, determination, filthy and disgusing
or you can use the expression
maniacal megalomaniac


Let's take a shot at it, shall we?

I do admire my sons determination to complete his basic training.  I know he absolutely hates boots, (I mean who doesn't right?) says they don't 'go' with anything.  Yet, he stands tall and proud, shoulders his carbine, and takes part in the tactical manoeuvres even though it's a filthy and disgusting muddy mess he has to scramble through.  He's my brave little soldier.  Here at home he was always so finicky about the house; plying his duster every day, tidying his display of crystal figurines, straightening the magazine rack, vacuuming the carpet in his room.  I don't know how he is standing the dreadful conditions he finds himself in.
Greg wiped a perspiring brow and grinned at his drill Sargent.  That maniacal megalomaniac of a domineering mother of his made sarge look like the tooth fairy in comparison.  He was enjoying every moment of being a 'regular guy' getting dirty and sweaty, flopping on his bunk with his boots on...it was wonderful.  Ma may not realise it but her little boy was planning on being a career soldier.  Already he was marked as officer material.  He could hardly wait to be 'large and in charge'.  He'd had plenty of 'basic training' in that.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.

Here is this weeks prompt:

dominant, carpet, magazine, duster, finicky, display
and/or
carbine, boots, tactical, determination, filthy and disgusting
or you could use this phrase
MANIACAL MEGALOMANIAC 

Have fun.
This finishes my month for the words.  Hope you all enjoyed the challenge.
Next months words come to you from River at Drifting Through Life.  You can find her in my sidebar.

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

A Quiet Day At Home

spent cleaning out the china cabinets and wiping off all the little doodads and itsy bits inside.  There was a depression glass Iris vase and a cut glass vase that used to hold childhood offerings of lilacs and vast bunches of weeds for Mom and Gram.  They are empty now.  Only the memories remain.  A ruby glass pitcher that I admired all my days in Moms kitchen cupboard and now it is in my china cabinet.  Just a pitcher, but oh the memories.  A clock that ticktocks along merrily that was once a wedding gift for a young couple  no longer with us.  With each tick and tock I think of them.  Tiny cups and saucers that once held Easter eggs for an excited little girl.  I treasure them still.  Items I once gave parents or grandparents come home to roost with their memories attached.  War medals and pocket watches, photos, an egg cup that adorned my grandfathers place setting every morning.  The flotsam and jetsam of life...their lives...my life...telling stories only I remember.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane decided Mondays needed jazzing up and she was right.  Why not join us.  You can write, read, critique or share your thoughts.  Poetry doesn’t have to be serious or even rhyme…it’s just a great way to share your thoughts and feelings and it’s fun.  This week Diane gave us a topic “vacation” which you can use or not….I decided to use it.

Owl Goes On Vacation

“Where is Owl?”,
asked the mouse
as he cowered
in his tiny house.

I don’t see him
flying by
against the moon
so pale and high.

I can’t hear
his mournful “Whoooo?”
and so I don’t know
what to do.

Is it safe
or is it not
to go out doors
and leave this spot?

“Oh do come out
Dear mousie, do.”
the fox beguiled
as foxes do.

The mouse peeked out
to see the fox
a dinner bib
tucked under his snout.

“Oh me, Oh my,
I dasn’t try.
I’ll stay inside
and wait him out.”

But what of Owl,
that missing fowl?
He’s lying on
a big beach towel.

He's at the beach,
toes in the sand,
a margeurita
in his hand (er..feathers).

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Thought For The Day

I wish I could say I thought of this, but, I didn't.  A friend sent it to me in an email.  Origin unknown.  Where have I heard that before?

- If you replace "W" with "T" in "What, Where and When", you get the answer to each of them.

Saturday, 22 July 2017

Well I'll Be....

I just love words.  No surprise there.  If you've visited here before, you know that.  Some of the words in our language (English in case you weren't sure) leave me scratching my head.  There are colourful and interesting expressions, one word expressions, that have no known origin.  Interplanetary visitors perhaps?
Take for example the following selection:
Flabbergasted....
I mean, who IS Flabber and why is he/she gasted?
The first recorded use of the term was in 1772.  It means to be shocked or amazed.  It's origin is lost in the mists of time.
How about,
Highfalutin...
I've never said Hi to anyone named Falutin but I've known some folks who WERE (or thought they were) highfalutin.  This term originated in the mid 19th century and might be English in origin.  High English-Fluting equals highfalutin...maybe...
There's always,
Hornswoggle.....
an early 19th century expression of unknown origin which means to cheat someone as in, they were hornswoggled.
Boondoggle.....
Work or activity that is wasteful or pointless but which gives the appearance of having value.
Much like this post of ridiculous expressions.
Originating in the 1930's from who knows where.
Bamboozle....
an early 18th century expression of unknown origin meaning, to trick.
If you've read this far, you've been bamboozled into thinking this is actually going somewhere.  It isn't.  I'm just having fun with silly words.  Funny thing, I actually use those words once in a while and never before did I stop to wonder where they came from...and...I STILL don't know.

Friday, 21 July 2017

What's For Dinner?

Wednesday night it was Beef Bourguignon.  

This is everything you need to make it.  Well, and a little water and a whole lot of patience.

5 medium onions sliced
4 tblsp oil
2 pounds lean beef cubed
1 1/2 tblsp flour
1/4 tsp marjoram
1/4 tsp thyme
1 1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
bouillon
red wine
1/2 pound mushrooms sliced

cook onions until tender
 I would suggest using half the oil and saving the other half for....
remove onions from pot
put beef in pot (with the left over oil)
sprinkle with flour and seasonings
brown the beef
it's getting there.
add 1/2 cup bouillon and 1 cup red wine
and simmer slowly, stirring occasionally for 1 1/2 to 2 hours.  Phew.  Adding more bouillon and wine as required to keep meat covered.  The recipe advises 1 part bouillon and 2 parts wine.  That can add up to a LOT of wine so if you don't want it too strong, just use your better judgement.
 Return onions to the pot and add mushrooms.
Top up your liquid if required.  Simmer for another 1/2 to a full hour stirring occasionally and keeping an eye on your liquid levels.  Especially if you are drinking any of that wine.
If you want it a bit thicker, just add some cornstarch mixed with a little water and simmer a tad longer.
Serve in hand thrown pottery bowls.  They make everything look and taste better.
I put it on rice but noodles are just as good.

By this time your kitchen looks like this....

Because you have been cleaning up as you go...right?  And, if your husband is anything like mine he will say, "Now that was a nice easy meal for you to prepare on such a hot day, wasn't it?  Bless them, they haven't a clue.

I'll forgive him because I have lots left over in the fridge for tomorrow night and all I have to do is warm it up.

That beef was so tender.......OMG it was good.

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday writing prompt for this week: 
beacon, evening, jealous, slander, dormant, peripheral
and/or
mystic, plentiful, splendid, destruction, gratitude and bacon
or
you can use the phrase "misty mountain melody"

I chose to use the phrase this week.


knee high grasses
mile high skies
clover and dewdrops
fill my eyes

wind in the pine trees
sings a song
birds chirp a melody
all the day long

rattle of the pebbles
in the rushing brook
fish leap and splash
in a shady nook

put these sounds 
and sights together
its a Misty Mountain Melody
forever


Okay, I'll use the words as well..

In my peripheral vision I perceived the beacon that is bacon.  Gratitude filled me for this splendid food of the Gods and I planned my evening feast around this Divine creation.  
A plentiful supply suffused the chilled bunkers and then, I saw THE PRICE.  I became instantly jealous of every shopper with bacon  in their cart as I revised my original menu plan which would now be dormant for the foreseeable future until the prices came down.
Sadly, I whimpered as I watched the total destruction of my happiness.  I'll just stand in the deli and inhale the fragrance of the BLT's being prepared there for the few fortunate....the wonderful, mystical scent of BACON.

.....
for the life of me I couldn't work in 'slander'.  And yes, I'm a bacon fanatic.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.

Here are this weeks prompts:

beacon, evening, jealous, slander, dormant, peripheral
and/or
mystic, plentiful, splendid, destruction,
gratitude, and bacon
or you could use this phrase
MISTY MOUNTAIN MELODY

Have fun.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by diane of ‘on the alberta montana border’.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Procrastinating Donkey decided to play along (she is in my sidebar too) and that made three of us.  We would love it if you would join in as well.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts….lots of room on this poetry excursion bus. You don’t have to a published poet…only diane is……you don’t have to rhyme….just put your heart on paper.

Silver tears
                                 upon the pane,
gurgling cascades
down the drain,
patters and spatters
on the street
and
when it’s done
the air smells sweet.
The roses lift
their happy heads
and sparkling diamonds
do they shed.
The robin finds it
easy toil
to pull the worm
from dampened soil.
So I sit
and scan the view
all fresh and fragrant
clean and new.
When I go to bed
tonight,
pull down the shade,
turn out the light,
in dreams I will
review the sight
on this lovely
peaceful

rain washed night.



Diane has also provided a topic for those of us who are having trouble coming up with something this week.  The topic is "nonsense".

nonsense
is the absence
of common sense

on elfin feet
she trips about
seeking water
in this drought
finds it
in a cowslip bell
takes it home
to 'ne're do well'
her older brother
truth to tell
is not so bold
as sara belle

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks writing prompt is:
hornet, hairnet, hover, proximity, clothesline, scent
and/or
chilling, drench, dance, damaged, horrifying and chemical
or
deployed destruction

"It's a lovely day.  I'm going to hang my clothes out on the line.  The scent from the lilacs will still be on the clothes and sheets when I bring them in."
"I wouldn't advise it Maggie.  I saw a hornet nest on the fence by the lilac bushes and I haven't had time yet to drench it in chemicals."
"That's horrifying Ed.  Those poor creatures.  That's their home."
"Maybe so, but the proximity of the hive to your clothesline makes it a very real threat for deployed destruction."
"What nonsense.  I'm going out there."
Ed sighed.  He could see disaster looming as Maggie trudged on out with her basket of wet clothing under her arm.  It wasn't long before Ed saw her waving her arms and doing a strange little dance as she found herself surrounded by hovering, angry insects.  He could hear their chilling hum from where he stood in safety on the porch.
"Don't just stand here."  Maggie screeched.  "Come and murder these horrible little savages.  Use your poisons, damage the nest, I don't care anymore.  And why didn't you warn me to wear a hairnet around a hornet nest?"
Ed waved back at Maggie and turned back into the house.  Danged if he was going to expose himself to those stinging brutes.  Maggie got herself into this mess with her stubbornness...she could get herself out of it.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.

Here is this weeks prompt:

hornet, hairnet, hover, proximity, clothesline, scent
and/or
chilling, drench, dance, damaged, horrifying, chemical
or you could use this phrase,
DEPLOYED DESTRUCTION

Monday, 10 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane thought Monday needed jazzing up.  She was right.  Procrastinating Donkey joined in (she’s in my sidebar too) and then I made the leap before the bus pulled away from the curb.  You can join too...  lots of room on the bus.
Write a poem or read and critique ours.  We’d love to see you here.
This week I seem to have a fixation with words.
Today I pared
a pair
of pears.
I  did spell a word wrong
in a spell
and then sat down to rest a spell.
I craned my neck
to see a crane
that perched upon a builders crane.
On this date
I ate a date
while out with husby on a date.
I made a point
not to point
at people with my pencil point.
I got mixed up with where and were,
their and there,
hair and hare.
I wore a bow
and took a bow
and now, with brain a little dim
I write a poem
about
Homophones,
Homographs
and

Homonyms.

and not a very good one at that

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Happy Birthday

Those days of
cake and ice cream,
of giggles
and children's screams
as parents make a special day
for children's birthday dreams.

Miss Gracie is seven today.

Yesterday was the kids party at Mom and Dads, today is the family party at Grandma and Grandpa's house....you know, just to make the special event last a little bit longer.  You can never have too much birthday.  At least, not when you're seven.

Friday, 7 July 2017

Is It Any Wonder

Is it any wonder that newcomers to the English language have problems.  One word can have so many different meanings.  Take the simple little five letter word....draft.....
Draft
a gust of air
army recruitment
the first version of a letter or book
beer decanted from a barrel or keg
a large heavy horse used for pulling
a plan or sketch roughed out
bank draft
the depth of water needed to float a boat
making sports players available for hire
to drink or inhale the entire thing at once
ie...she finished the glass in one draft.

Totally confusing isn't it?   No Wonder!

Thursday, 6 July 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

This weeks word prompt is:
crashing, valve, spotlight, postage, resonate and spastic
and/or
branded, organic, bargain, desperate, amplify and blase
or
lavender lies

Here goes:

"You seem so blase about the way this store has amplified the prices on the branded organic produce.  I'd have to be desperate before I paid such a price."
"Well," Ann responded, "When you consider the health benefits they're a bargain at any price."
"Oh, come on."  Jill groaned.  "You can't be serious.  Look at these turnips they've turned their high voltage spotlight on.  They are the size of a postage stamp.  There is no way this can resonate with you as a 'good deal'.  You'd need a bushel of them to make one meal and look at the blight on some of these."
Ann was fast losing patience with her friend.  Just then the valve on the produce sprayer came loose and the whole pipe assembly crashed down spraying Jill with cold water and putting an end to her spastic  tirade as she spluttered and gasped from the shock.
Ann smiled sweetly and continued her shopping in peace and quiet.  Avenged by the vegetables.

I didn't fare so well with 'lavender lies'

In that day
of citrus skies
he told me his stories
and lavender lies.

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.
Here are this weeks prompts:
crashing, valve, spotlight, postage, resonate, spastic
and/or
branded, organic, bargain, designate, amplify, blase
OR
you could use this phrase to 'set you off'
LAVENDER LIES


Have fun.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Thought For The Day

Are you puzzled over life?  Just when you think you have all the pieces to the picture one goes missing.  You move the pieces around, add some new pieces and fill in the gaps and then, another goes missing.  Perhaps this is one of the border pieces that help to hold the whole picture together.  By the time the door to the great unknown opens for you, the picture you have pieced together bears little to no resemblance to the one you started out with.  This is the picture for which you will be remembered.  The picture of your life.   We are all 'puzzle masters'.

Monday, 3 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar.  Procrastinating Donkey joined in (you can find her in my sidebar too) and I leaped on board as well.  There's lots more room on this bus for you ... why not join in.  You can read, write, critique, share your thoughts....have some fun.  Make Monday special.
We've just had a special day here in Canada so my thoughts are still tuned in to that as you can see below.

There were bands and rides
and food
and fun
and just like that,
the day was done.
150 years we waited
and when it came
we celebrated
with fire works
and ooohs and aaahs,
it was more exciting
than Santa Claus.
That much percussion
precludes discussion
but we all knew
what we were there for.
We threw a party for a nation
to celebrate its creation.
Our voices rang out
loud and true,
Happy Birthday Canada
to you.

Saturday, 1 July 2017

Happy Birthday Canada

50 years ago I was 19 and our family took their one and only family vacation.  We drove out to Lestock Saskatchewan to visit friends.  50 years ago...a lifetime ago....when I look back on it I can't recognize myself.  It just so happened that 50 years ago, 1967, was Canada's 100th birthday.  It was a centennial family vacation.  I remember tents and rain and bugs an a long flat uninteresting prairie on the Trans Canada Highway.
A lot happened in 50 years.  I grew old.  I didn't grow up.  I have no intention of growing up.  I got married, had a child, got  a job, lost my parents, retired and now...50 years later...it's Canada's 150th birthday.  There will be no travelling vacation.  Every day is a vacation now.  We mark the day with a quiet appreciation for the country we live in, for the peace, the serenity, the health care, the freedom of speech.  About the worst thing that has happened (internally) in this country is a couple of failed referendums when Quebec thought they might like to pull away from Canada.  No civil wars thank goodness, no tanks rolling down our quiet streets, no gun fire in the night, no dictators.  We are blessed.  May we never take our lives here in Canada for granted.  Happy Birthday Canada, here's to 150 more.