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Thursday, 14 December 2017

Oh Boy!

What is it now?  Eleven days to Christmas?  Yikes.   Well all I need to do is keep the place clean and tidy and shop for food items for the day.  Sounds easy but I've got a killer cold and all I want to do is sit and watch the dust settle.  I'm going to drag my weary self out today (-15 here folks) and get my hair cut.  One must be tidy for Christmas.

Monday, 11 December 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 knew that Mondays needed jazzing up.  Each week she provides us with a theme which we can use…or not…  I usually do.  Sometimes it’s not easy. This week’s theme is ‘our happiest family memory’.  So many directions one could go.  I finally settled on a day the three of us would agree was probably the happiest day of our lives together.

12 years in apartments
Was long enough
The process had been…
Rough.
Loud noises and tight spaces
Left us with sour faces
But moving day
Was now before us.
We packed and planned,
The three of us.
We planned on space
To move around
And quiet nights
Where we could sleep sound
That was 1986.
No one thought to take some pics
Of before’s and after’s
Of cuts and nicks
(thankfully no broken bones)
So much to do
We plumb forgot
And wow
Was that day ever hot.
The day for sure had ups and downs
A few things that made us frown
But we were home
That’s all that mattered.
“It’s a tiny house”,
Others nattered.
We spread out,
Our belongings scattered.
Over 1050 square feet,
Twice what we were used to
Now THAT was neat.
 This house has sheltered us
From rain and snow,
 watched us celebrate
And our family grow.
It’s seen graduations
And weddings,
New generations,
Sad times,
 And good times.
We all agree,
We three,
That this day

Was THE most special day.

Even if you don't feel like attempting poetry, I would love to know what your most special family memory is.  Maybe like me, they are all special.

Friday, 8 December 2017

Lost

She wanders
round and round her tiny house
touching pictures,
bits of china,
figurines,
a cow bell,
her fathers watch,
her mothers locket,
a piece of her grandmothers crochet.
Photo albums lie open.
The cedar chest is in disarray.
She looks out of windows,
peers into mirrors,
paces,
sighs,
eventually comes to rest
in her great grandmothers rocking chair
holding an old, tattered teddy bear.
"Momma, what is grandma doing?"
"Searching"
"What is she searching for?"
"Herself darling.
Herself."

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words For Wdnesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get us writing...anything...just write okay.  Anyone can play.    There are no rules.  Okay just one..you  need to let us know you are participating so we can read.
This month Elephants Child has provided the prompts and she has finished the month out with a bang.  This is a terrific assortment of words.
giraffe, puddle, thorny, evergreen, distant, tubular...and/or....
torrent, cab, aspidistra, faucet, teddies and carbuncle.

Here goes:

The dry and thorny looking evergreen sat in an icy puddle at the distant end of the empty and folorn tree lot.
"I hope you don't mind," Jen said, "but it's free and that's exactly what I can afford."  
She and the cab driver (thank goodness he's my best friend Jen thought to herself) stepped out into a torrent of rain that felt like every faucet in heaven had been left running while the celestial occupants took a well deserved Christmas break.
"Don't worry about it." Charlie said reassuringly as he helped tie the miserable looking tree to the top of the car.  "I'd do anything for those girls of yours.  I've got a little surprise for Mackie.  The toy store was having an end of season sale when I was in yesterday.  I picked up that giant plush giraffe she had her eye on and a couple of teddies for Alexa."
He tightened the bungie cord over the tubular frame of the carry rack.  Jen wiped a few tears from her face, grateful that the rain disguised her emotions.
"You're a good friend Charlie.  I know if Steve were here now he would tell you the same."
Charlie felt the small box in his coat pocket and hoped she would be as pleased about this gift as she was about the toys.

My humble apologies as there was just no way to work in aspidistra and carbuncle.  My Dad used aspidistra in a strange way...You bet your sweet aspidistra he did.

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Word To The Wise

It's not a good idea to use hand lotion and THEN decide to clean your glasses.  Just sayin'.

Monday, 4 December 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border).  You can find her in my sidebar.   Diane thought Monday needed a little 'somethin' somethin' and she was right. Each week she provides us with a theme which you can use or ignore as you see fit.  This week the prompt is 'shopping' which is a timely subject.  I, however, had problems with the theme this week.  I took off in several different directions and ended up nowhere at all.  Have you ever been nowhere?  Not a nice place.  This is what I finally came up with and it is not very satisfying but it's all I've got.
Here goes:
we shop for gifts
for young and old
and forget the story
told of old
of a gift to all
from God above
but now its all
shopping
push and shove
Xmas decor
in all the stores
flyers galore
driving us mad
with wanting more
have we traded
all of this
for that one
perfect gift

Sunday, 3 December 2017

Different Worlds

Snow is falling
softly falling
over land and trees.
Fence posts growing
fluffy hats of fleece.
Nature rests it's tired head
as tiny creatures lay abed
while snowflakes whisper over head
among the pines.
In the city
snow is gritty.
The landscape really
not so pretty
Humans bustle busily,
snow plows growl,
wild winds howl,
throughout the cement caverns.