LAST CALL…

The Dancer stood. Then moved toward the floor. No need for another. The music moved The Dancer. Along with the others. In confident directions. Last dance. Last call.                                

JUST KEEP GOING…

PEGGED It wasn't what they said. Actually it was exactly that. It was not only what they said but the how of it. It was neither smart nor kind. The stolid and impassive back and forth seemed to go on for ages (because everyone agreed it had been ages)...and was in the end...all for naught. ...

FISHING FOR WORDS…

PESCE The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that may or may not look like small, yet delicious potatoes. I can't so I won't. No surprise there, The Reader smirks. Very...

Miracle. All of It.

Our place and space in this World is no more nor less important (or threatened and encroached upon) than the societal nature of…Nature itself. Can we protect and provide? Yes. We. Can.

Live & Learn

If you were an elephant living wild in a western city…

• You’d have one two-fingered hand swinging from your face – a hand as sensitive as tumescent genitals, but which could smash a wall or pick a cherry. With that hand you’d explore your best friends’ mouths, just for the sake of friendship.
• you’d smell water two miles away and the flowers at your feet
• Grumbles from trucks and cabs would shudder through the toxic ground, tickle the lamellar corpuscles in your feet and ricochet up your bones…You’d hear with your feet, and your femurs would be microphones
• As you walked 10 miles for your breakfast you’d chatter with your friends in 10 octaves
• You’d have the happiest kind of political system, run by wise old women, appointed for their knowledge of the world and their judgment, uninterested in hierarchy for hierarchy’s sake, and seeking the greatest good for the greatest…

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PASS THE PEAS…

PASS THE PEAS Obtuse comment from My Reader: "It is about time...!"  Personally, I had hoped that 2016 was going to be a banner year for the whole lot of us. However, it looks as if the result on several particular outcomes,  just two mentioned...Brexit and Mr. T...has snapped more than garters, and left more...

IT’S A TOSS UP…

IT'S A TOSS UP NO IT'S A COW Both of my kids have a picture of a framed cow  that graces  a wall in each of their respective homes.   They were  born on a family dairy farm and know the value of hard work. They also know the value of working together and of...

FREE TRIP TO IRELAND…

My Reader is so excited...a trip to Ireland and no bags to pack! There will be no tickets to buy, no baggage fees and best of all...no jet-lag once we all arrive. Accommodations will be provided by MeticulousMick (you OK with that MM?), and I'll buy the first couple of rounds at the corner pub....

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: The Hue of You

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You For this challenge, we want to keep it simple: share a photograph with a prominent color (or assortment of colors) that reveals more about you. It could be a symbolic, meaningful shade; a color that expresses how you currently feel; or a combination of colors that excites you...

FALLING FORWARD…

 “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.” Georgia O’Keefe  

PART OF THE DEAL…

meticulusmick posted a gallery of Irish bright green photographs. He put out a challenge not too difficult to deal with: show a bit of Portland Oregon green. Portland's real colours are a few weeks away according to the weather man, but this sampling is just a wee bit of what is to come in my small...

INFLECTIONS…

 in-flec-tion \in’flek-shen\ 3. A change in pitch or intensity in the voice. Brit.sp. in-flex’ion. Webster Illustrated Contemporary Dictionary.  For reasons not listed anywhere, I don’t pretend to be a writer. It takes me a while and then more of a while to string the words together that finally…paint my sentence vision. I think some call...

UNEVEN TEARS…TWO

 To save time I shall paraphrase the proclamate found on the ABOUT JOTS page: “…non-bearing of grudges and certainly no annoying voices of gripes, vexed-ness, and/or bad attitudes.”  Much to My Readers dismay, and with shovel in hand to better dig the hole deeper, I shall also direct My Reader to HALF-TRUTHS. A post written...

MYRNA AND ME…

Remember Myrna? Electric Company? In early days, Myrna was the Queen Instructress of the Possessive Noun. Here’s a refresher…… Capitalizing on Myrna’s possessive nature, I'm going to take you with me on my six-in-the-morning, 3.5 mile fast-walk along the Willamette River. Mind you, in possessive Myrna style... Myrna's closet has a matching pair of these...

RING-RING-RING…

Well, hello there, Friend! Hey, Saint, whatcha doin’? Playing with my iPad. Again? Still? I wonder about you because that’s what you always say.  So, how’s Mrs. Saint? Taking her usual morning-afternoon-early evening nap. You’re really not so busy, then? Got a minute? I’ve got something of great importance to say...something I thought I'd never...

VISUAL TERRAIN…

Just ONE reason (and there are many more) the Pacific Northwest state of Oregon is so beautiful is because...we get a lot of rain. True Oregonians don’t measure our annual rainfall in inches. Forget that. We go for yards or meters. That is a lot of wet, and when our yards/meters of precipitation  begins to...

HALF AND HALF, and HALF…

There’s something to be said about the English language. Language can be directionally challenged. Final destination or designation unknown. Which brings me to My Reader who is currently knee-deep in the “to-ma-toe” versus “toe-may-toe” dispute.  Having said that...add nuance, syntax, stuff and other stuff. The question is:  Is it allowable to be knackered in your...

INNUENDO…OR WAS IT SOMETHING I ACTUALLY SAID?

For the umpteenth time in too many months…I’ve rubbish-binned VIAGRA and CIALIS advertisements from my email in-box. I've complained, moaned and groaned to wax-plugged ears...mainly My Reader...only because I am not talking about a few penis-related SPAM entries... I'm talking about a lot...an embarrassing...A LOT! What gives? I'm female. Of a certain age. Old enough to have had... My Reader interrupts, ...

[ALMOST] ALWAYS FOLLOW THE RULES…

My Reader reminded me yesterday that Christmas is coming. That reminder can only mean that My Reader has begun to make THE LIST. A numbered list. A many numbered list. Not a good sign. Which brings me to...numbers, and while I'm at it....might as well mention some unfinished business and...pesky rules. Again. Neither of which...

BEACHING THE BOAT….

It came to me several bed-times ago. It was a blazing, full on coloured, screaming in the night…..nightmare. I had lost my way. Essentially, I was lost and fighting my way back to being found. There are some events in life we  can attempt to control. Conscience. Controlled. Choices. Which ice cream to buy: light,...

BREAKING RULES…

I already know that My Reader is not going to believe what I’ve done to keep from writing this much-needed award recognition from: I'm Not Lost Just Weird, jensine, Zen and Genki, and last, but not least, BASED ON A TRUE STORY. Below is a bone fide list of “working avoidance tasks”  I’ve used and ...

LIEBSTER LORE….

It was a sad day in the forest so dark and dreary The Princess Frog was crouched, leap-less and teary. She'd lost her warts and found life less cheery So gave up the search to find her Prince Deary. "I'm not lost nor weird just wartless," Herself cried with chokin'. "NoZ enriched my life with...

…and, on another Note…

This is for posterity. This is for My Children when they decide to sell my piano at the garage sale…for free. After I’m dead. I hope.  This is, also,  to let My Children know that “No,  I did not nor do I love My Piano more than I love them, My Children”  and…since they aren‘t...

STILL IN…LOVE…LYLE LOV… PART 2

Yesterday was one of those delirious yet delicious happy days. Therefore, this is going to be one of those delirious yet delicious happy stories that may not go down well especially if My Reader woke up this morning in a bad-ass mood and  is not  in a delirious-delicious happy receiving mindful place. I’ll be kind...

MOTHER CALLED TO SAY…

I was born in southern California and lived about as close to the Tijuana border as possible. Three feet of seven stretchable acres of my grandfather's farmland was taken to the "other side" when the border fence was built. Our family farm was also located so close to the Pacific Ocean you could smell the...

SWEARING IS LIKE EATING SUGAR…ONCE YOU START IT’S HARD TO STOP

I live in an old building. Old being built in 1922 for apartments, converted and sold as “new and improved” condominiums in 1976. It is now 2012. The only date My Reader needs to remember is: OLD.  Nine floors of oldness: old wiring, old plumbing, old elevators, old toilets, old creaks and groans and every...