There once was held a delegation
Concerning the upcoming oration
Detailing one’s future education.
The powers that be
Claimed school should be free
Thus the vote on the floor was affirmation!
WOD Challenge 8-1-22 Lazy Limerick
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WOD Challenge 6-17-22 Never Have I Tried a Rye
Never Have I Tried a Rye
I have never tried a rye
Tortillas do me fine
But if I ever tried that bread
I’d pair it with red wine
Good grief! The month is almost gone and I have whiled it away doing almost nothing! Where does the time go? And now I’m feeling under the weather…which is Africa hot btw!
I’ve been busy with church things, working and worrying about Dad’s house, which is over now, and dealing with my grief. Things are improving in general, and Dave and I are planning an out-of-town trip next weekend (hopefully) to go look at some property in east Texas. It is getting close to the time for him to retire and for us to enter into the next chapter/phase of our lives.
I have so many things I want to do but have no energy lately to do them. I’m hoping once I feel better, this will change because I have begun to write things in my head again. Like this silly little poem, I can write whole posts in my head but if I don’t write them down, they’re gone forever. I started my book/essay/whatever and I’m working on my entry for this year’s Literary Taxidermy contest. I still need to sort through pictures of Mom and Dad and get them into the album. We need to start whittling down our belongings because the plan is to downsize when we move. I’m trying to keep several plants alive, and Dave has a nice garden growing that I also keep an eye on. I have choir, practice, and faith-based book club meetings at church that I love, yet will have to leave behind when we move on.
All these things and more are swirling around in my head and I’m trying to get to a point where I feel like straightening things out. I have only worked out once this week because I feel bad, but I am on antibiotics now, so things are hopefully going to improve soon. (stupid body, I can NEVER play without paying for it!)
My office is a nightmare, I think I’m going to cancel my Medium membership because I never write on that platform anymore. I need to find a new one. I was invited to join a Discord writing group yesterday but watched an expose on Discord last night so…I’m thinking not.
Well, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, trying to stay cool, or warm wherever you are!
WOD Challenge 6-10-22 Wind
How do you describe wind?
With a photo, of course!
Por Supuesto!
Now, on a completely different subject, I wear a watch I don’t have to wind! How we gonna play this one today? 😉
And now, a brief ode to Dan’s sweet Maddie…
“The answer my friend,
Is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”
So sorry for your loss, Dan. She will be greatly missed by us all. 😞💕🙏
WOD Challenge 4-10-22 Danger of Frost
Danger of Frost
Shoots are emerging
Birds are tweeting
Temps are rising
Winter is fleeting
Don”t plant yet
Or all could be lost
Garden afore April
There’s a danger of frost
Best wait for Easter
When danger has passed
Mother Nature will cooperate
It’s Spring at last!
I wrote this little poem while at bass camp, staring up at a budding tree and listening to the buzzing of insects and singing of birds. It’s so peaceful and quiet there compared to suburb life, yet I see all the same signs around here. I’ve prepped the corner bed for plants, but cautioned Dave to wait on planting his garden for one more week.
It’s so nice to have all the windows open with the breeze blowing through the open doors, the sounds of birds tweeting and the wind chimes making their merry music. Spring is a time for renewal so what great news to hear my niece by marriage, Tori, had her first baby Friday night. Meet Charlotte, named for her father, David’s late older brother, Charlie. I’m sure it was a bittersweet moment when she came into the world.
I just want to pinch those cheeks, and looking at her now, she has her late great grandmother’s chin. I wish they were all here to see her, yet I’m sure they would be proud.
We are preparing a birthday dinner for my brother, Kevin, who’s birthday was actually on the 7th. During down time, we are watching The Masters. I’ve learned to like golf and even want to play, but I think putt-putt is more my speed.
We will be enjoying baby back ribs, pulled pork, potato and green salads, and home made cowboy beans, with banana pudding for dessert and bacon-wrapped, cream cheese stuffed jalapeños. What a feast!
I hope my stomach settles before then, it’s been upset all day for some reason.
Enjoy your beautiful Palm Sunday Spring afternoon and have a productive week!
Check My Assignment
Good day everyone! Whew! I just finished my morning walking workout, which was mostly a workout, lol!
In class on Tuesday, we were given a prompt for our first poem, and I was wondering if you’d check it out and see what you think about it. Does it need tweaking, for instance? Any poets out there are welcome to comment or send a suggestion. Here goes:
Grandmother
I wonder
If she knows
That I never forgot that day
That she taught
Me Psalm twenty-three
And how to kneel and pray
At the time
I knew not what it meant
For I was only three
But now I know
I’ll never forget
The gift she gave to me.
Well, there you have it. The assignment was to write about a moment in your youth that helped to shape your soul.
My grandmother raised me from the time I was born to about the age of three, though I saw her often even after that. She taught me that Psalm when I was very young, and gave me a pocket Bible that I still have to this day. Because she gave me the basis for my religious upbringing, I believe she helped shape my soul and I have never forgotten that moment in time.
It’s still my favorite Psalm, and every time I hear it, I think of her. My grandparents taught me many things and loved me very much, but this is the memory that stayed with me the most. I don’t know why. My religious upbringing is spotty at best, raised Catholic, I was involved in the Youth Group in my church until I exhibited a liking for the boys, and then I was yanked out. (My parents were very overprotective, but I was boy crazy and they knew it)
Anyway, once I was in the service and afterward, I was invited to many different churches, “saved” a number of times, and finally after getting married, was baptized in the Christian church at Haltom City Christian. Later on, my husband and I compromised and became Methodist. We attend First United Methodist in Hurst.
Twisted Trunk Travels 