One day I was
too tired to meet my
three friends
for drinks at
five o’clock, so I deep-
sixed that idea, and instead went to the
7-Eleven store and
ate
nine corndogs. Within
ten minutes, I felt ill, so I returned to the 7-
Eleven and bought
twelve indigestion tablets for
thirteen dollars. From now on, I’ll leave the junk food
for teens to consume.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Numbers
Life Imitates Art
blank canvas of earth plant seeds of inspiration grow a masterpiece
The Daily Post daily prompt: Blank
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you to pour. I’m still rather stove up from falling off a ladder yesterday. It was more like I “flew off,” with a very hard landing on a cement walkway. I didn’t have the presence of mind to take a selfie. I know that’s protocol these days.
Instead, I had to ward off the all-healing doggie kisses from my eskie Chules, make sure nothing was broken (you know, like my ladder, the screwdriver I’d been holding, the cement walk…), and then make it into the house while I could still manage the porch step.
The good news: I had cold brew coffee on hand, so I didn’t have to set up the coffee maker this morning. And I have poppy seed muffins. Help yourself.
I’ll have to keep this brief, though. I need to try and get Chules out on a walk before the muscle relaxer meds kick in. He was very upset last night when I couldn’t chase him around the house and hold our nightly wrestling match. He’s very good at laying on the guilt, with his whining and pitiful puppy eyes.
Thanks for stopping by. Mind the ladder on your way out. It looks innocent enough, but it has a mean streak a mile wide.
Thank you Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.
Dear Morning Glory:
Despite the beauty of your blossoms,
in your determined quest to reach the sun
you appear to be strangling my currant bush.
While I find both you and the currant bush
aesthetically pleasing, I unfortunately
need to sacrifice one to spare the other.
Contrary to your innocent appearance,
I know you to be quite ruthless in your
climb to the top, and it seems to matter not
whom you strangle in the process.
Please consider this letter to be
your eviction notice. You must
cease and desist from wrapping your tendrils
around the stems of the currant resident.
In order to facilitate your departure,
I am uprooting you from the ground.
While I hope this resolves our conflict,
I suspect you will try to make a comeback.
Be warned:
I will be diligent in
policing my grounds.
Sincerely,
The Keeper of the Pruning Shears
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Spare
I’ve decided to start drawing. Not because I think I’m good at it, and not because I expect to get “good” at it. Rather, I want to practice seeing. And to practice reflecting on what I see.
Several years ago, I started working my way through the book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. My drawing abilities improved immensely, because the book teaches you to draw what you actually see, not what you expect to see or think you should see.
A sketch I made in 1998 as an exercise from the book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.
Apparently drawing is one of those “use it or lose it” phenomena, however. At least that was my experience.
So I wonder… if I have regressed in drawing, have I also lost some of my ability to “see” things objectively? That’s where the reflecting part comes in. Looking at what I see, if you will.
It will be interesting (to me) to see how this evolves. I’ll keep you posted. And maybe even share my drawings. Like the one below that I drew yesterday. Any guesses as to what it is?
What do you see?
for something so blunt candor can cut to the quick truth cuts to the chase
dog’s morning kisses lick the sleep from bleary eyes wash away tired dreams
The Daily Post one-word prompt: Dream
What Rhymes with Stanza? 