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Friday, 23 June 2017

An Odd Duck

 LORD LOVE A DUCK

An exclamation indicating disbelief and stunned acceptance of the facts.
origin unknown
but the first recorded use in literature is found in "The Wheel of Fortune" by Louis Tracy.


ODD DUCK

No one appears to know how or why or when the expression "he (or she) is an 'odd duck"' originated.   Poor duck, being picked on to represent someone who deviates from the norm in appearance, behaviour or beliefs.

DUCK OUT

I'm just going to 'duck out' of the meeting early.  Originally the term was just, 'duck' with 'out' being added later.  Why?  To give the duck a little class?  Who knows.  The expression came to life in the 1800's.  No one knows why.  Ask a duck.


That's my 'fun with ducks' for the day.  Got any more duck sayings or expressions?  

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Don't Fence Me In

I've been thinking about fences a lot lately.  Ever since our neighbour put a fence up between us where none had existed for the past 31 years that we've lived here.  These folks have been here about four years now...long enough for them to decide that we're Mexico I guess.  We've never set foot on their property and the most intrusive we've been is a friendly wave.  Our yard is neat and tidy so there is nothing warranting screening.  I guess they just like fences.  They put one up on the other side of their property as well.  It wouldn't be quite so bad if they had finished our side of the fence but it is NOT finished and when we step out our side door it looks like the inside of a wooden berry box.  (I hope I'm not the only one old enough to remember those.)  
The back yard is totally enclosed in a mish mosh of fencing put up by various neighbours on either side and behind..there are actually three houses behind us (which tells you how big our yard is).  The back line is also screened by a number of tall cedars.  I know why the folks to the east of us put up a fence...they had dogs as do the people behind us....but again, our neighbour to the west, they of the 'love of fences' have no real reason to fence it off...just an antisocial attitude.  They also have a gazebo in back with black out curtains hanging all around it.  We sit on our deck out back with no protection from neighbours glances and frankly, we seldom look over at any of them.  We just sit and talk, read, knit, look at our gardens and mind our own business.  
Now the folks across the road from us have put up a mile long run of fencing across the back of their property and along one side between them and their neighbours to the west.  Everywhere you look, fences.  High fences, low fences, wood fences, metal fences.....all over the place....fences.  Is it just me or are people starting to withdraw into themselves and this is just the outward sign of it?  
It is not a nice feeling to live all trapped inside these fences.  If I was younger and healthier I would head for the hills and live in the country with just a wire farm fence to keep roaming cattle out.  Or maybe I would just let the cows come through and eat the grass.  It's a dream of mine....these fences, they're a nightmare.

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  The prompt can be a list of words, a phrase, a picture or even a piece of music.  This week the prompt is photographic and can be found on Elephant’s Child's blog.  (You can find her in my sidebar.)






Abandoned

There is a tree growing
in the gutter
where once rain
danced and gurgled
on its way to the downspout.
My roof has a sway
like the back
of a saddle sore old nag
and the raccoons have
ripped pieces of it away.
They are now nesting
with the mice and the squirrels
in my attic.
I remember
like it was yesterday
(perhaps it was yesterday, in house years)
the sound of children's laughter,
the playful antics
of a kitten in the yard,
a lush and blooming garden
where now weeds are the only crop
in a dank and sour soil.
Only yesterday,
I’m sure of it…
I looked through
lace covered window panes
into a well manicured lawn.

Only yesterday.
Now I dream in  the sunlight,
shiver in the winter cold
and live in my dreams
when once I was called
the sweetest name
in the human language…
home.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

A Rather Crude Saying

"Ah my dear, he's just blowing smoke up your arse."   Ick.   Of course, this refers to an insincere compliment.  A possible origin for this dates to the late 1700's when it was a common practise for doctors to try to resuscitate a drowning victim by ... you guess it .... blowing smoke, yes, there.  Along waterways the equipment for such a procedure was hung at regular intervals and emergency workers were required to know the locations just as now they are required to know the location of the 'defib'.  What I would like to know is who the genius was who decided it would be a helpful thing to do.  Where DO these ideas come from?
Anyway, pretty useless treatment, and insincere compliments are pretty useless as well.  

Monday, 19 June 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join in….read, write, critique, share your thoughts….we’d love for you to be part of this.

the hungry earth
drinks up the rain
and sets the trees
to bloom again
then gathers up
the fallen leaves
as farmers
gather golden sheaves
all things come
from Mother Earth
she gives to all
as they give birth
but death, in life
comes in its turn
and to the earth
all must return.

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Daddy's Home

As a youngster many wonderful things came down our long, maple lined lane.  The bread man with his basket of breads and cakes and sugared donuts, the milkman with his gleaming bottles of milk and cream, the ice man in his leather apron and carrying a huge block of ice over his back.  The Watson man would come with his little van of goodies.  Sometimes Mom would buy, most times not.  But the best thing that EVER came down our drive was a dusty blue pickup driven by a weary man at days end.  The cry would go up, 'Daddy's home' and there would be a mad scramble to greet him as he stepped out of the cab.  He was glad to be home, we were glad he was home, supper was ready and all was right with the world.....Daddy's home.
Happy Fathers Day to all the Daddies out there and to all those who 'father' regardless of gender.

Saturday, 17 June 2017

My Nose Hurts

Ever wonder where the expression, "paying through the nose" comes from?  It means, of course, paying an excessive amount for something...like groceries.  A possible source of this expression dates to the 9th century in Denmark.  Delinquent taxpayers had their noses slit.  The nose bled, we are being bled by high prices......  anyway, now my nose hurts.

Friday, 16 June 2017

Doesn't Surprise Me

Thursday we went to Sears.   Sears Canada is in trouble financially.  They are talking about lay offs and the potential for going out of business.    Gee...I wonder why.   
They did a massive 'renovation' earlier this year...same old worn out floors, one place to go for payment, and basically just a rearrangement of departments.  The women's section is a helter skelter mess of clothing racks with things jammed in.  There are endless displays of purses here there and everywhere.  One large section of shelving has odds and ends of kitchen/dining ware that looks remarkably like the thrift store.  There is no one in sight to offer assistance and when we passed the registers I heard one lady who had come from the far side of the store ask for assistance.  She was told, "there is someone on duty in that department" to which she replied "there was no one there".  Miss Snippy at the counter told her, "There certainly is someone there, she was just busy for the moment."  At that point I would have just dropped the item in my hand and walked out never to return.  The customer, bless her, walked all the way back to the department in question to resume her search.
Sears needs to rethink their highly priced selection of merchandise, hire more people (not fire them) and train them properly in customer service and product.  I had it in mind to pick up a few things but I walked out.  I'll get them somewhere where the customer is appreciated.  Good luck Sears, you're going to need it.

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Cat got your tongue? is usually applied to a person who appears to be at a loss for words.  There are two possible sources of this saying.  One refers back to the English navy and the habit of whipping miscreants with a cat o' nine tails.  Apparently the pain was so bad it rendered the victims speechless.  The other possible source is an ancient habit of cutting out the tongues of liars and feeding them to cats.  I don't think I'm ever going to use that expression again.   Just the thought of it makes me want to gag.

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks word prompt can be found at Elephant's Child.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Instead of a list of words this week we have two phrases:
"hold on to your hat"
and/or
"a penny for your thoughts".

Here we go:

When I started out today
the wind had not come out to play,
but,
by the time that I came back
the wind was strong and at my back.
A kind policeman 
told me that
I must hold on
to my hat.
He said, "It's a windy day
and sometimes wind
just likes to play."
And so, I held on
to my hat
and shared the helpful message that
on windy days it's wise
to HOLD ON TO YOUR HAT.

That was fun.




Tuesday, 13 June 2017

The Bee's Knees

The Bee's Knees.....DO bees have knees?  Yes they do.   This expression became popular during the 'flapper' era and indicated excellence.   That show was the 'bee's knees', as an example.   The saying makes absolutely no sense as a bees knees are nothing to write home about and are even hairy.

Monday, 12 June 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  She thought Monday needed jazzing up.  She was right.
Why not join in.  Read, write, critique, offer your thoughts....poetry doesn't have to rhyme you know, it just has to say what you are thinking.
Here goes for this Monday:


In and out,
back and forth.
Yell and shout
and slam the door.
I need this
and I need that.
Forever reminded
to wear a hat.
Can we go here?
Can we go there?
I've found two socks
but they're not a pair.
15 stuffies in a bag.
Packed myself is the brag.
Forgot about my underwear
and the other stuff I need to wear.
I need to see my mommy now
to see how she is doing.
Then can we come back here
to do what I was doing.
Come and play with me.
I've got a game.
You'll like it,
wait and see.
You throw the ball
way down the hall
Then run and throw it back,
then run and.......
Grandma?
Are you listening?
Grandma....why are your eyes closed?
Grandma.....
GRANDMA!

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Ahhhhh

It's Sunday and the house is ours again.....ahhhhhhh.  Peace and quiet.  The house is a complete disaster from one end to the other but I have all the laundry caught up.  With any luck I'll have it clean enough that the nice lady who cleans for me every other week can find her way clear to clean it.
The wee man is back with his momma...I think he realises now that grandma and grandpa aren't all that much fun to live with lol.

Thursday, 8 June 2017

I'd Forgotten

Yrs, I'd forgotten what it's like to have a little kid in the house.  A little kid who talks non stop and eats like a  horse.  A little kid who wants to help with everything and is forever under your feet.  Our wee man is ten chronologically but in actuality he is really only about four or five.  He still carts his stuffed animals everywhere and is unpredictable in his reactions.  We are still working on table manners and tooth brushing and all manner of things that a ten year old handles with grace and aplomb.  When bed time came around and he'd been showered and hair washed and pajama'd we found out how much of a 'little guy' he really is.  We called the momma so he could say goodnight and then began the painful process of getting him to stay in the bed.  He must have been up and down a dozen or more times.  I finally had to get quite stern about it.  That held until around 3:30am and then he piled into bed with us.  Little kid elbows and knees are sharp and bony  in case you didn't already know.  Something else I had forgotten.  Anyway, this morning, after a 'loggers breakfast' we got him off to school.  Phew  A free day now until it's time to pick him up.  The momma has her hands full with this one.

.....and just a note to JoeH.....I tried that control z thing and it worked beautdifully....thanks again

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Take a Minute and Vote

Our good friend Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar) has been nominnated for an award for the cover of her latest book.   Drop in to her blog and read what she has to say about it .  http://indtale.com/polls/creme-de-la-cover-contest...and go to the link provided here to vote for her cover.  It only takes a minurte and you'll make Diane very very happy indeed.

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to kick start our imaginations and get us writing whether it be fiction or fact, prose or poetry or simply stream of consciousness.  This weeks words are provided by Elephants Child.  You can find her in my sidebar.
This weeks words are:
feverish, pencil, fabricated, typewriter, mix, sensible
and/or
penalty, caution, senility, lie, patched, trees.

Here goes:

Dementia, senility…call it what you would, it was a thief that stole the very essence of a person.  Darren had watched it take his grandfather and his father from him.  Now he, himself, had been handed the dreaded diagnosis and would pay the penalty of the loss of himself.  Every generation had been affected at a younger age than the previous.  “What of his two boys?”, he  wondered.
With feverish determination he hunched over his typewriter (he had long since forgotten all his on line passwords and besides the computer frightened him) as he fabricated line by painful line what he hoped was a sensible missive to the Provincial Health Regulators outlining the seriousness of the disabling condition and appealing for more research.
He had rewritten his letter so many times he was afraid to think of how many trees had to die just to provide him with paper.  Patching the sheets of paper together with tape he stopped suddenly and shook his head.  What was doing, again?  He turned once more to the typewriter and stared at it, puzzled.   Sighing, he reached for a pencil.  He could still remember how to write, couldn’t he?  He hoped that wasn’t a lie he was telling himself.
Gathering up his papers he approached the stranger in his kitchen with caution.
“Excuse me,  miss?  Could you please look at this and tell me if it makes sense?”
Edith blinked back tears as she took the crumpled pages of rambling gobbled gook and smiled tremulously at her husband.

“You’ve been working so hard on this.  Wouldn’t you like to have a cup of tea and something to eat?”


My apologies, I just couldn't mix in the word 'mix'.

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

A Fun Filled Week Ahead

Wednesday evening we pick the wee man up at his house and bring him home with us until Sunday afternoon.  The 'mamma' is having her gall bladder out.  We thought maybe she could use a break for a few days.  Miss Gracie will still be at home but her daddy can look after her and get her off to school.  WE are going to have fun.  The wee man has expressed a desire to cook.   He can count on it.  We'll bake muffins and cookies and make soup...all kinds of good stuff.  Grandma and Grandpa are looking forward to it.  My appearance here may be sporadic at best until the next Poetry Monday.

Monday, 5 June 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane ‘On The Alberta Montana Border’.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join us?  Write, read critique or share your thoughts….it’s easy, it’s fun…what  could go wrong, right?  Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme or have a rhythm  as you will see by the following.  It doesn’t have to please anyone but yourself.

Here goes:

She used to dance
with the radio tuned
to country music,
in her apron,
all around the kitchen
tending to
dinners
and cookies
homemade bread,
caring for her windowsill plants,
keeping things gleaming.
                                                     She used to dance.
Now,
the apron hangs limp and lonely on a hook.
He shuffles around the kitchen
making tea
and peanut butter sandwiches.
The plants are dead.
He leaves them there
and casts a wistful glance
at her apron
in which she used to dance.
The radio is silent.
He trudges off to bed
alone.
Downstairs,
in the kitchen,
the shadows flit
as the moon peeks in,
and,
in the light breeze from the window,
the apron twirls on its hook
as it did when she danced.
In his lonely bed
he sighs and mutters.
She comes to him at last
and takes him in her arms.
They dance
into the moonlight and beyond the stars.

Saturday, 3 June 2017

Wool Eyes and Wool Balls

I've been knitting and doing laundry this morning.  150 stitches on the pins.  My limit is three rows before I get 'wool eyes'.  Of course I don't stop at three rows.  Did you really need to ask?  Downstairs the laundry calls and so, with 'wool eyes', I stumble down the steps and start pulling items out of the dryer.  The wool balls always try to escape.   They bounce out and roll away.  Sometimes behind the baskets, or the machines, and sometimes even into the next room.  It's hard to find your wool balls when you have 'wool eyes'.
The hubs offers to help by taking things out of the dryer for me but he is 75% blind and the wool balls know it.  They take advantage of his weakness.  Sneaky little devils.

Thursday, 1 June 2017

STOP

It's Thursday already.  The week has taken off like a runaway train.  Somebody stop this thing.  I want to get off and draw a breath.  

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to kick start or imagination.  This week Elephants Child has the promps (you can find her in my side bar).

The words are:
miniature, nightfall, oval, perfect, quirky, rush
and/or\
sudden, tenacious under, violent, weak and yellow
or just use the words to give you an idea and go from there.  Why not join in.  It's fun.

Here we go:

At nightfall Bliss returned to the waterfall. There was something about the violent rush of water that attracted her. She stood, her miniature form enveloped in the curtain of water and turned her perfect oval face up to the spray. Her yellow hair flowed to the surface of the water and floated out yards away from her body in its own quirky rendition of a waterfall. She gasped as a sudden rush of the current pulled her under and held her in its tenacious grip. One tiny water fairie was far too weak to withstand the forces of the flow. She would let it take her where it would. Tomorrow she would be back.


Monday, 29 May 2017

Poetry Monday


Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  (you can find her in my sidebar)  Monday needed something.   There are not too many of us at present writing poetry on Monday so please...feel free to join in.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts and feelings.   It's free, it's fun....what could go wrong?  Right?

Here we go for this Monday.......


 Candle In The Window

Candle in the window
shines tonight
in the darkness
of this sad night.
It makes no sound,
sheds such faint light.
But look – next door
another spark
glowing feebly
                                                               in the dark.
And there,
another,
and yet
another
spreading hope.
Do you see, my brother?
Slowly through the city spread
tiny candles their light to shed.
All throughout the countryside
past mountains, plains and rivers wild,
candles standing side by side
and people
standing shoulder to shoulder
to lift this fear
that,
like a boulder
lays upon us
Light your candle,
shine it bright,
raise it high,
hold it tight.
Never forget…..

WE are the light.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

Finally

The first day in a while that we've had no rain and decent temperatures.  Some weeding got done, lots more to do, some grass seed put down, next will be fertiliser....but I see the dark clouds are starting to move in.  I guess that's it for a few days as we head into rain again.
Does anyone know anything about holly bushes.  It would appear that one of them has sent up a sucker.  We'll leave it be until we're sure of what it is but it looks to me like it may be a new holly plant starting up.  That would be a good thing.
This is our holly in the snow.   This spring the 'mister' has put up a tremendous show of bloom and the 'ladies' have flowered in abundance and are already 'setting berry'. I cut armloads at Christmas and give them to our neighbours.   Winter is the best time to prune them.
The last bit of hedge has been taken out.  We are now hedge free.  Thank goodness.  What a job it has been to keep hedges trimmed and tidy all these years.
That's our day.....the solar lights are coming on now and the sky is getting black.  Goodnight all.
 

Friday, 26 May 2017

What Would You Rather Be Doing?

I like my house to be clean but I hate housework.  I like my clothes neatly pressed but I don't like to iron.  I enjoy a good meal but dislike cooking (also  not good at it).  I appreciate a well landscaped yard but am no gardener.  I'm also not rich so I can't afford to have the work done for me.  Thus, I spend a good percentage of every day involved in activities I dislike.  What DO I like?  I like to write, read, to knit, to think, to watch the wildlife in the backyard, to play with my grandies and to do just nothing at all (I'm best at that).  How much of your day do you spend doing things you dislike?  What would you rather be doing?  What are you doing right now and what should you be doing?  I'm procrastinating...how about you?

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to help blow the cobwebs out of your writing mind.  Use the words in whatever way works for you.  Some of us use the actual words in our pieces while others are just inspired by them.  Why not join in?  This week the words are found on Elephant Childs blog.  You can find her in my sidebar.

This weeks words are:
abacus, bookshelf, cursory, delicate, eclipse and finery
and/or
gigantic, healthy, innocuous, jaundiced, kitchen, linger.

Here we go:


“Will you kindly replace that diet book in the bookshelf and stop using that abacus in your mind to count every calorie I put in my mouth.”
Karen cast a jaundiced eye on the gigantic burger in front of her sister.  Jen Lee took a healthy bite out of it and stifled the urge to giggle at the horrified expression on her sisters face.  Swallowing the huge mouthful she said, “Now you know why I linger in the kitchen making friends with the cooks and servers.”
Karen shook her head.  She shot a cursory glance her sisters way. “You used to be so delicate.  Now if you stood in front of a Sumo wrestler he would experience a total eclipse.”
“Here comes Mamma.  Be on your best behaviour for a change will you?’ Karen hissed.
Karen and Jens mother paused dramatically at their table.  “Feeding your face again?  Well, I’ll have you know you have destroyed your chance to marry young John Kim.  His family has withdrawn their offer of marriage.  His mother made some innocuous statement about his not sharing your current interests but we all know it is because you have become so fat.  But…good news…..he IS interested in marrying YOU Karen!”
Jen hid a huge smile behind an even huger spoonful of ice cream.  This was working out just the way she planned it.  Soon she would be on her way to New York City, Masters Degree under her arm and independence in her future. Along the way, once John Kim was safely married, she would lose the weight.  Karen was welcome to marry stodgy old John. 

Karen made no attempt to hide her smile.  She’d met young John Kim.  He was attractive, rich and ambitious.  Just the kind of husband she wanted.  She foresaw designer finery and fabulous jewellery, world travel and celebrity friends in HER future.  Both sisters would have what they wanted.

"What Larks"

It was 'neighbourhood exchange' weekend over the long holiday weekend.  An opportunity to put out to the curb things you no longer want or need (along with a 'free' sign of course) and an opportunity for your fellow citizens to cruise the city looking for treasure in your trash.  
We had a few things to put out.  Nothing too exciting.  A few old resin lawn chairs that had seen better days but were still sturdy, a matching table, a set of Mopar glasses, cushions for the chairs, kids toys and a magnifying lamp were the stars of the collection which should give you an idea of how humble our offerings were.  
Everything went out by 5pm Friday night with the plan to throw out whatever was left over on Saturday night.  Around 8pm a van/suv type vehicle pulled up out front.  A young man (college age I would think) bounced out and came galloping up the driveway waving his hands over his head at us as we sat watching from the living room window.  The door bell rang and I answered.  Could we have the chairs he wanted to know...were they really to be taken.  I assured him he could have the chairs and anything else he wanted.  He galloped madly back down the drive still waving his arms over his head.  Three more enthusiastic young me exited the car.  We watched as they bounced around our trash heap like excited bunnies in a carrot patch, laughing and exchanging high fives with each other.  The trash pile went steadily down.  One last look and one last wave at us and they bounced back into their vehicle and took off.     "What Larks, Pip"  "What Larks"

Monday, 22 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border. (you can find her in my sidebar)   Why not join in...write, read, critique, share your ideas and opinions.   Always room for one more.  It's free, it's fun....what could be better?

Here we go:

No Fool's Gold

The dandelion is a pest,
putting gardeners to the test.
All summer long there is no rest,
as we strive to evict our uninvited guest.
Yet, there is one who thinks it’s best
when grandchildren, at her behest,
bring handfuls of the cheerful gold
and in her hands lay them to rest.
Then Midas, with all his gold,
a sultan with his jewels old,
are not so rich as she.

See...what did I tell you?  Fun!  It doesn't even have to rhyme or keep rhythm  .... just express yourself.

Thursday, 18 May 2017

A Long Weekend Ahead

We hare having some decent weather here in Southwestern Ontario Canada.  It's about bloody time.  Because it is lovely and I wish to spend as much time as possible outside in it even if I do sneeze myself right off my feet....because it is a long weekend coming up....because the kidlets will be coming and I have preparations to make....I will be AWOL once again until Monday and Poetry Monday.  Have a fantabulous long weekend if you celebrate such in your area of the world...enjoy the weather if you are having good weather.....relax......have fun.

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get us all creating.  This week the words can be found at Elephants Child (you can find her in my sidebar) and are as follows:
Agile, blast, cacophony, desire, eager, flirt
And/or
Ground, hidden, injury, jealous, kindness and lament


Here goes:

A cacophony of cheering and shouting rose from the crowd as, with a blast of the whistle and an agile swing up the steps, the engineer took his place at the controls, eager to flirt with the brute strength of the giant engine and with a desire to keep on schedule regardless of obstacles in his path.
The engine, a coal car and water tank, five passenger cars, a diner and a caboose made up the length of the behemoth standing, poised for action at the station.  Not a soul in the watching crowd but felt a twinge of jealousy of those fortunates already seated in the luxurious cars.

Miles down the track, a fox, injured and gone to ground lay hidden in the gorse by the tracks.  As the train rounded the first curve it stepped haltingly onto the tracks and turned terrified eyes toward the giant metal beast bearing down on it.   The engineer slammed on his brakes.  The cars jackknifed and swerved off the tracks.   There were no survivors that day.  In the jumble of steaming metal and broken bodies there was no mercy, no kindness.  In years to come the event would be recalled in song, The Lament Of Old 59.  No one remembered the fox.



Why not join in and have some fun.  Use the words any way you like or just use them for inspiration.  It's fun, it's free.....what could go wrong?

Monday, 15 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  (you can find her in my sidebar).  There are no rules to Poetry Monday except for posting your work on Monday (what else?).  Why not join in?  Your poem can be in any form and does not have to rhyme...just be an expression of your thoughts.  Simple right?  Write, read, critique, share your thoughts.  It's fun, it's free....what could go wrong?


the words drip
slowly
like rain on ice
penetrating
the calcified surface
of the brain
taking root
in shallow soil
sending up new shoots
and falling
faster
faster
until the pen
clenched in stiffening fingers
can’t keep up
to the flow
backside glued to chair
I am reborn
energised
immobilised
by the power
of words
the demanding
power of words

Sunday, 14 May 2017

Aaaachooooooo

The weather outside is not frightful, in fact, it's quite delightful...but...for a few weeks in spring I am wretched as I deal with running, itchy, burning eyes, an itchy palate, a dripping nose, plugged sinuses and sneeze attacks.  It's only for two or three weeks...I am grateful it's not for the whole summer.  As soon as the tree pollen dies down I'll be just fine.  In the mean time, I'll get the ducts cleaned, get a new allergy filter installed in the furnace and keep the windows closed.  Aerius anyone?  Aaaachoooooo

Friday, 12 May 2017

A.W.O.L.

That's me...AWOL for the weekend.  No, nothing fun...just a massive clean up and chuckin' out day or two or three.
Before I toddle off....A Happy Mothers Day to all who mother, regardless of gender.  I'll be back for Poetry Monday.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Using Wednesdays Words


Words for Wednesday is a series of writing prompts that appear like magic on (you guessed it) Wednesday.  This week the words are provided by Elephants Child. (you can find her in my sidebar)  Why not join in.  Use the words any way you like....it's fun, it's free, what can go wrong, right?
If you do participate let us know in comments so we can drop in and read.
this weeks words are:  apple, balcony, catastrophe, deep, evil    and/or   fly, ghastly, heart, illuminate, jest.

Here we go:


A ghastly sin,
whispered the fly.
Don’t listen to the evil one.
Search deep, your heart.
Let the Light illuminate each and every part.
It was no jest,
that deep decree,
there WILL be a catastrophe.
DON’T EAT THE APPLE EVE!!!!!
Deb jolted awake with a start on her balcony.  “Well,” she murmured, “that was one warning that didn’t take.”  Without a second thought  she

swatted the fly buzzing over the bowl of apples on the table and selected a nice big red one for herself.

The Reason Our Weather Stinks


I would not be in the least surprised if we never get to sit on it this summer.  That's just our kind of luck.



The rabbit was totally unimpressed.

The little table we will use for a coffee table (assuming we ever get to use it) is one of a set my Dad made for us years ago.  The match to it remains in the basement.  One corner of it chewed off by, of all things, our cat.

Monday, 8 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Many thanks to Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border for bringing us Poetry Monday.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Join in with us.  Write, read, critique or offer your thoughts.  If you decide to write do let us know where your entry is so we can all enjoy your work.  There are no rules..just fun.
Here goes:
Setting The Stage

There is  a hush now.
The frantic pace of the day subsides.
The dying, slanted rays of evening
lead to dappled greys
and shadows blue
under the spreading trees.
Day flowers close
their tired eyes.
Night blooms lend their perfume
to the setting,
while, from the marshy fields
the orchestra of the night
tunes up.
Each deep bass note
 a cry for love.
Overhead
The pale moon rides the clouds
watching as a shooting star
sheds its final brilliance
across the sky.
The vault of heaven
is sprinkled liberally with fiery diamonds.
A lone hunter asks the eternal question,
"whooooo".
Who could close the curtains
against such romance?

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Winters Death Cry

Winter
has withdrawn
her frozen grip.
The cold, white hand
of death
has released the land. 
Though she try
to regain her grasp
Lady Winter must bow
to the sun
and lay her down to rest
in the cold, deep caverns
of her discontent.

The sun has won indeed and parts of Ontario are fighting floods resulting from melted snow and (what is it now?) four days of continuous rain.  It's my fault.  I ordered some new patio furniture and jinxed us all.  Sorry folks.

Friday, 5 May 2017

Is It Just Me?

The other day I watched as a mother and three children strolled down the sidewalk, coming home either from school or day care or both.  One child was in a wagon the mother pulled, the other two ran loose.  At the foot of my neighbours lawn they stopped.  The two children on foot proceeded to gather handfuls of grape hyacinth from my neighbours yard and present them to their mother who stood looking on with a beaming smile as her children vandalised someone else's property.
This bothers me.
Is it just me or are parents not teaching their children respect for other people's property these days?
Am I over reacting to the situation?
Does it matter?
Do today's young adults have such a sense of entitlement  they feel everything should be theirs and it's all right to take what they want?
What's next?  If they want your car or your house will they just help themselves to that as well?
Really...is it just me?
If I had pulled a stunt like that when I was a youngster my arse end would have been burning for a week.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Just For The Procrastinating Donkey

These are photos of the John McCrae house in Guelph Ontario.....Colonel John McCrae wrote the poem In Flanders Fields that is recognised around the world.  He died of a combination of pneumonia and meningitis contracted through his work in the hospitals with the wounded and dying in 1918.










In the summer they hold 'teas' in the garden and regularly shepherd school children through the house showing them medals and other military objects related to the first world war.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Wednesdays Words is a weekly writing prompt designed to jump start your creative juices.  This week the words are provided by Elephants Child (you can find her in my side bar).  Why not join in with us....create something or read some of the entries.  It's free it's fun..really...what could go wrong?
This weeks words are:
watch, limit, rush, luminous, dashing, quack
and/or
print, cactus, creep, shake, haircut, shadow


Here we go:

"Can you print me twelve copies of this photo John?  The composition of the luminous moon rising over the cactus in the desert is just enchanting.  I'm in a big rush for them.  Phil has been dashing around like a 'chicken with it's head cut off' the little creep.  I'd like to give him a good shake.  He keeps looking at his watch and giving me the hairy eyeball.  He's working me to a shadow.  Say, is there a limit on how many times a week we can have a rush order?"
"Margaret, if you don't sit still this haircut is going to be perfectly awful..all lopsided like a duck with a short leg.  I can't run the copier and give you a new 'do' if you don't stop squirming.  OMG, I've just poured Sexy Kitten Red hair dye into the toner cylinder.  I wonder what that's going to do to your photos?"


For the life of me I couldn' work 'quack' into the narrative.  I had to make do with a lopsided duck instead.

Monday, 1 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  WE are a small group so far.....love to have you join us.  Write some poetry or read some...critique or share your thoughts....it's free, it's fun....you can't go wrong...right????

Heart Beat

From the first heart beat
you were mine
for all time.
And when your tiny fingers
curled around mine,
when your downy head
rested against my breast,
my heart became yours.
You grew
and learned,
I aged
and realised how little I knew.
You flew the nest
and we both discovered
how to live without each other
in our daily lives.
But still,
when you hurt, I hurt;
when you cry, I shed a tear.
my stories are your stories now
and, when you feel
that first gentle heart beat
the circle will be complete.
You will lose your heart
and gain the world.

Sunday, 30 April 2017

Beautiful Flowers

We passed through the grocery store and passed the cooler with all kinds of beautiful flowers nicely arranged with the intent to bring joy to the recipient.  It brought to mind the bouquets of flowers I used to take to my Mom and Grandma (she of the allergies) when I was 'knee high to a grasshopper' as the saying goes.  Beautiful bouquets of daisies and buttercups, chicory, wild phlox and long grasses all tied up with a string of bindweed which, to my young eyes, was beautiful  They would accept them with grace and display them with pride on the dining room table.  (Mom used to take hers outside first and spray them)  A fresh bouquet for each of them every week all the long lovely summer.  Looking back I think of how kind they were to always accept those handfuls of weeds with sincere thank you's.  Man, I'll bet they were glad to see fall arrive (although there were some 'lovely' wild asters come fall).