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Author Archives: Maggie C
Faces in the Stream (Wordless Wednesday)
The Literary Styles of Pets
The Skimmer sifts through many books quickly, but can’t decide on which to read until they’ve slept on it.
The Marathoner tries to read all the books in the library, but eventually must concede to exhaustion.
The Ill-tempered peruses the books, and finding nothing of interest (i.e. food treats), sits and stares daggers at the librarian.
The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Animal
Nine Lives
One day you ran away from me.
You dashed between two cars.
With three great leaps you crossed four lanes.
I thanked your lucky stars.
Five dogs behind a six foot fence
you noticed noticed you.
You didn’t see the seven inch gap
that let them slip right through.
Eight inches from your heels they chased;
you couldn’t take much more.
The dogs howled with dismay as you
slammed through your small cat door.
Twas just that morn nine lives you had;
lost eight while on the run.
You scared me nearly half to death.
Now we’re down to half plus one.
Friendly Ghost or…
SPOOKY
Spectral
Prankster
Obviously
Obsessed with
Kidding
You
I’m joining in late to JNW’s Halloween Challenge. 31 days, 31 topics.
Today’s theme: Spooky
Weekend Coffee Share 10/1/16
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that my adventures in landscaping continue.
I pulled some more railroad ties out from the dirt bank that they were supposed to be supporting in my back yard. In reality, the ties were so rotten that the only things holding them against the bank were plant roots that had laced their way through the crumbling wood.
One railroad tie held a defunct wasp nest that dropped out in pieces when I moved the tie. Ah, yes. I remember that nest well.
My lawnmower had inadvertently upset the demon insects a couple of years ago, and they had come pouring out of the holes in the railroad tie intent on retaliation. Unfortunately, the lawnmower pointed the finger at me, and so I was the recipient of multiple wasp stings, wasps caught in my hair, and wasps in my house where they had pursued me when I attempted to escape.
My first thought, when I picked up the crumbly layers and saw the wasp carcasses stuck in the pockets of the nest, was – well, not charitable.
My second thought was, “Hey, I bet my granddaughter would find this interesting!” So when my daughter stopped by the house a few days later, I gifted her with the erstwhile insects to share with her little one. She was thrilled!
If we were having coffee, you’d probably be making a mental note to not invite me to participate in your Secret Santa pool. Hard telling what anonymous gifts might end up in the mix.
But, wait! It gets better!
Yesterday when raking leaves in my back yard I uncovered a small jawbone with some ragged-looking teeth still in residence.
My first thought was, “Hey, I bet my granddaughter would find this interesting!”
My second thought was, “Wow, my granddaughter is going to think I’m really weird if I keep giving her dead things.”
I’m not sure to what species the teeth belong. Opossum? Cat? Raccoon? Regardless, the mystery mandible is in a plastic baggy on top of my fridge, awaiting pick up by my daughter. She’ll be thrilled!
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Would you like more coffee? I’ve got something else to show you that I found in the back yard the other day.
Yes, it once was alive. Yes, it’s now dead. Yes, it’s a bit decayed…
Oh, you have to leave now? Well that was sudden, but okay. I’ll just tuck it away to show you next time.
Trust me, you’ll be thrilled!
Thanks to Diana at PartTimeMonsterBlog.com for hosting the #weekendcoffeeshare.
Summer Afternoons
metal bowl on lap peas shelled from crisp green pods fall pinging into bowl
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Nostalgia
Wordless Wednesday (Week 39)
Image
Story Time
“What story do the things you wear tell about you?”
(The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Outer Layers)
The story I portray,
the story I live,
the story you tell yourself about me,
the story I tell myself about me…
Do the clothes I wear
tell about me,
or are they simply fodder for
lots of stories?
It’s so tempting to judge
a book by its cover.
Weekend Coffee Share 9/25/16
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you it’s been a busy – and mostly fun – week. Yard work, inside work, playing with the grandkids, playing with my dog Chules, nature walks, peeling almonds for almond milk, making overdue phone calls (and getting good news), sorting through things I had put aside (see previous post)…
I’m laying down a row of concrete blocks to replace a railroad tie terrace wall that runs along the back of my property. The block wall will be shorter, but the plan is to slope the upper level into a bank where I can plant a groundcover. And hopefully not have the freshly disturbed dirt wash away when the rains begin.
It’s slow going as I try to keep the blocks level and running in a straight row. I am beginning to wish I had intentionally designed the wall to curve a bit so I could worry less about alignment. Ah, hindsight.
I suppose I could rip it out and start over. I’m much better at demolishing than I am at constructing, so it would bring an instant gratification.
And then a lot more work. Obviously, I need to think this project through a bit more carefully.
It’s time to get Chules out for a walk before the day heats up. Thanks for stopping by. Let me know what you think: curved or straight?
Thanks to Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting #weekendcoffeeshare.
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