Blended
Labors
Induce
Sweet
Surprises

Work Pants

Paint on Work Pants

Art?

Art Work
Blogging U. Day Four: Bliss
Blended
Labors
Induce
Sweet
Surprises

Work Pants

Paint on Work Pants

Art?

Art Work
Blogging U. Day Four: Bliss

I’m so thankful for the screen on the window.
I don’t want you invading my living space.
I know you’re part of the ecosystem and all that,
but truth be told, you really creep me out.
I mean, really creep me out.
As in, whenever I see one of you
I just want to squish you, even if
you are doing me no harm whatsoever.
But I guess I should be more magnanimous than that.
Live and let live, you know?
After all, it was you who planted the corn
that I’m going to nibble on for breakfast.
Here’s hopping that you don’t find your way
through the screen today.
The Daily Post daily prompt: Screen

Cassoulet and Château Laffite-Teston Vielles Vignes 2006

Cordon Bleu and Pascal Janvier Cuvée Du Silex Jasnières 2008

Corn Dogs and Keystone Amber Light 2016
The Daily Post daily prompt: Connection
CB&W photo challenge: Couples, twins, two of anything

As our culture moves away from cursive writing and becomes more and more reliant on keyboarding, texting, Skype, video sharing, and the myriad other forms of digital communication, penmanship is rapidly falling by the wayside.
Once a required course in elementary schools, handwriting is no longer generally seen as valuable or relevant enough to take up school curriculum time. While that may or may not be the case, learning penmanship can still be beneficial.

Handwriting proponents point to advantages such as improved brain development, greater retention of information when one takes notes manually, and the ability to read historical documents that were written in cursive.
As with handwriting, many skills lose relevance as we evolve. I guess we pick and choose which to keep alive. Maybe learning penmanship in this day and age is akin to students of my generation learning Latin. Or the Macarena.

I hope my grandchildren learn penmanship. I will gladly teach them if they are interested. I hope I continue learning skills for communicating digitally. Maybe my grandkids will offer to teach me.
I kind of doubt that I will ever learn Latin. I can live with that. And the Macarena… well, that’s another story.
dog strains at leash end plays urban Iditarod on iced concrete trails


I’m not a big fan of strolling down memory lane, and yet the end of the year seems to oblige one to contemplate upon “times gone by.”
I don’t intend to take that auld lang stroll through my memorable moments of 2015. With my poor memory, it would be a pretty short stroll anyway. Instead, I’ll just take a quick little sprint to thank you all for sharing this year with me.

My memory lane is usually quite foggy… and often gated as well.
This inaugural year for “What Rhymes with Stanza?” has been fun, challenging and inspiring for me, and hopefully entertaining/thought-provoking/utterly mind blowing (take your pick) for you as well.
I started this blog in February of this year. The subtitle I selected, “Words at Rest; Words at Play,” pretty much sums up my intended purpose.
I like to play with words (and with my food, too, but that’s probably irrelevant at the moment). And sometimes I like to pick up my camera and give words a rest as I attempt to express myself visually.
It’s great to have a place to share my creativity, but the best part of it is when you share yourself with me, through comments on my site, through your own blogs, through mind-melding… oh, wait, that wasn’t you.
Anyway, before my sprint turns into a marathon, I will leave you with my best wishes for a safe/pleasant/wild and crazy (take your pick) New Year’s eve.
And I’ll indulge myself with a repost of my favorite “words at play” moment from 2015. Cheers!

My favorite post of 2015: “Cat Plight”
So there I was, sitting in my living room staring once again at that little bulging hole in the wall underneath the window. It was about the size of a thumbnail, with a couple of cracks running about three inches out from it.

Its location under the window made me concerned that the window might be leaking water and causing the damage. But aside from my water concerns, that little hole just irritated the heck out of me every time I looked at it.
For some reason this year I got it into my head that I was going to be some kind of do-it-yourself super warrior. So even though I’d never done any type of wall repair before, I set out to fix that annoying anomaly.
First I took my handy dandy utility knife (I absolutely LOVE my utility knife; it’s just so… utile), and cut out some of the wall sheetrock to see what I was dealing with.

Then I accidentally cut into a prior mesh patch (oops!) and ended up removing it. So I had a bigger hole to fix.

This was more than I had bargained for. I paused to consider my options. While pausing, I made a temporary patch using a pizza box and duct tape (I absolutely LOVE duct tape. It’s just so… ducky).

At least I didn’t have to look at that little hole in the wall anymore.
As the saying goes, “In for a penny, in for a pound.” I forged ahead, replacing the pizza box with sheetrock, and taping and mudding and sanding the new repair. The offending little hole spot now looked like this:

A little texture spray and new paint, and the wall under the window looks as good as new, except for the missing baseboard that I tore off. But that’s a totally different do-it-myself super warrior story.

Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Oops!
Bird on a Wire

Budding Branches with Winged Warbler

Bent Buoyant Bystander Watching Waning Water

You can see the Blue Heron in blue at my prior post about Portland, Oregon’s “Blue Heron Day.”
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CB&W) topic this week is “Starts with the Letters B or W.”