Friday, 22 September 2017

Confession Time

I've been married for forty three years and I'm here to say, I'm TIRED of it.  Oh, not the marriage part.  I'm tired of 43 years of meal planning and preparation.  I still like to eat though so what's a gal to do?
I admit we eat out once in  a while, like maybe three times a week, at least.  So why is my grocery bill so high?  I don't get it.
I still wake up in the night and find myself 'stewing' over what to prepare for lunch and supper the next day.  I'm losing precious sleep over this.  I'm in a 'jam' or a 'pickle' you might say.  Is it just me or is 43 years long enough to have to think about what to cook?

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Who Said That?

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
Don't ruin today by worrying about tomorrow.  You only get one 'today'. mom..............................

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Using Wednesday`s Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  The prompt can be words, phrases, pictures, music....and what we take from it is up to us.  You can use the prompt or free style, write on any day of the week.  There are no rules and that is the very best part.
This month Granny Annie from Fools Rush In (you can find her in my side bar) is providing the prompts.
This week the words are:
edacious, crucible, gauche, melee, inhere, fester
bona fides, schaden freude, ehthonic, regimen, manumit and splenetic
If you are thinking of joining in and the words are giving you chills...remember it is not necessary to use the actual words and the words are not always this difficult.

Here goes:

As Ally described to Grace the mess that was her garden a few short days ago  Grace closed her eyes and was able to see in visions what had wreaked such havoc.
"It was a splenetic, ehthonic demon.  Given their inherent edacious eating habits it's a wonder anything was left at all in my lovely garden of herbs, cures and potion material.
We can't let this evil fester above ground." she said firmly.  "With a strict regimen of spells and a regular cleansing of garden, yard and house we should experience manumit from this demon.  It will give me schaden freude to cook its evil goose."
"We'll step into this evil melee Estelle but take care not to be gauche about this demons capabilities.  Fire up the crucible dear.  I'll go get grannies grimoire.  This emergency takes precedence over anything else we may have on our plates."
Estelle laughed with pure joy.  "My first look at a bona fide witches' grimoire.  I'm so excited."

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Fun With Words

Jerry amalgam of jury rigged and jerry built.  Constructed in a crude or improvised manner.  First noted in use in 1959.   ie...He jerry rigged the motor so we could get back to shore. trouble, broken, intoxicated and my favourite...taken advantage of.

You just gotta love Davey and Goliath.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us via Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane realised Mondays needed a little jazzing up..hence, Poetry Monday.  Procrastinating Donkey agreed as did I.  We can use some more participants.  Why not join in?  Diane provides a prompt but it’s just there in case you haven’t had a visit from your muse.  This week the prompt is ‘working’. 

“How nice for you,”
my daughter said,
“to be retired
and lay abed
while all around you
folks are working.
Let it be said,
duty, you’re shirking.”
I’d vacuumed and dusted
shopped and cooked.
Hats the hubs lost
I’d found and hooked. 
Baby sat the grands
and found myself
with no free time on my hands
to do book work or learn a new language.
Even my blog friends
for lack of attention, languished.
“My dear, I worked
for 30 years
at jobs just tolerated,
boring and drear.
Now I’m entitled
to sit and rest.
That is, after your dads shirt
I’ve steamed and pressed.
You think my duty
I have shirked?
Frankly, I don’t know how

I ever found time to work.”

Sunday, 17 September 2017


We had coffee at Williams this morning.

I saw a man
while out today
who looked like one
who went away.
So far away
So far away
I thought of that dear man today.
He's gone you know,
he won't be back
and in my life
I feel the lack.

In memory of a good friend and neighbour, Fraser Thatcher.  Well and truly missed.

Saturday, 16 September 2017