I have to say the super dog looks set to catch the corn dog A lot more fun than the Millenium Wheel in London However, my granddaughter looking over my should said It looks like a giant fan. That would keep the room real cool She’s right, but I cannot imagine it in my living room I would love to take a ride on it with my granddaughter That night, as I slept on one of the hottest nights of the year With my microscopic fan, compared to the super dog Wishing so hard that a cool breeze would come and help me sleep If I could dream the breeze that crossed my bed then There would be no need for electric fans Thank God for hotdogs, as we call them The mind is a wonderful thing…
Don’t You know Tomorrows Ghosts looking back They forgot to say Of yesterday’s best play Had fallen short of screaming Looking now to send chills down spines Beware of ghosts that see tomorrows Fear that lives under beds, behind curtains…
Books take us on strange journeys One minute, a sunnyteenager Next, we flee danger, seek shelter Get a grip, turn the page Dress for the next chapter Round each new corner, surprises wait Demons, ghosts, colour blinding moments Wild animal chasing, you have become the hunted Breach the empty space in front of you Enter the new stellar universe Stas so many you cannot count Do you stay among the stars, or find your way home Will you wake with the open book on your lap? Did you read your journey, or dream it?
Being without a main pc for the last few days, has found me doing things a little differently. I thought ot would be a miserable time, frustration and annoyance dominating everything.
Life with an unaccustomed laptop is certaily slower, giving me plenty of time to think as I am forced to wait for even the simplest jobs. So I have been doing a lot of really deep thinking.
I have come to realise that my life has been slowly changing into something I no longer recognise these last few months. Where once I was a writer/blogger who somehow managed t fit in everything else, I have changed into a carer, someone who tries to do other things. Sometimes I manage it, but more often, I don’t.
I have no problem with any of this, it is what it is, after all, but being a carer is a very responsible job and not easy in todays uncertain times. I pray that I will not need to call the doctor, of have to take Anita back to the hospital. She is determined to stay well enough to avoid this, but sometimes a little reassurance from a doctor would be good.
The second hand pc arrives later today, and I sincerely hope installing it is as painless as the last one. Everything transferred as if by magic, so I have my fingers crossed!
Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running, the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching I swim with the memory in mind Trying to dive in and out of the water A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds Is all I can manage Their energy and strength is missing from my body Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin. Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves Like a hot knife through butter A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…
I started the week in good spirits despite having a roaring toothache.
There is so much I want to do, book and writing-wise. The bonsai are beginning to wake up, and the garden is still a jungle. Several jobs have been neglected around the house, but I am learning to move from room to room with my eyes averted!
Seriously though, I am beginning to wonder about my job description.
Head cook and bottle washer
Housekeeper and accounts clerk
Part-time carer and medication assistant
Full time writer/blogger/editor
Bonsai enthusiast and part-time gardener
DIY/decorator should be on this list, but I just can’t make myself do it. Not sure how I can manage to fit everything in, but I must try. Even though I am aware of that old maxim, Jack of all Trades, master of none…
The dentist assured me that there was no infection last week and that the aching hole in my gum would stop hurting very soon. I didn’t believe him then, and I wasn’t buying it now, for the pain is worse, accompanied by some severe throbbing. Made an appointment to see him on Thursday.
While I waited, I tried to find any trace of the creative spark in my head and failed, so I resigned to doing routine work on the computer. This wasn’t easy either, what with the pain in my mouth and the granddaddy of all headaches, but it was something.
After a speedy Xray, the dentist had to admit I had an infection. My swollen gum must have cinched it, and I toddled off home with some strong antibiotics.
A walk around the garden provided me with some lovely images to close with…
See you soon, hopefully with news of some progress!
All Daring Venturists End the game, too Nearer the white line Take time to remember. Under new laws you stopped short Rewind. Reverse, do it again End your time today, with friends and wine. Strength in numbers with their encouraging smiles…
Standing on the edge of forever With a mist around my feet I wish I could see tomorrow Where we are the same, yet different. Underneath our boxes made of ticky tacky What hides there? We are, by our very nature, nosy, curious. We would like to know what happens behind closed doors. What are you thinking inside your tiny box? Made from all your years. Would you break out if you could Surprise the world with what you do next?
For those of you unfamiliar with the expression Ticky Tacky, here is the song that made it famous…
and the lyrics…
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there’s doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course And drink their martinis dry, And they all have pretty children And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, Where they are put in boxes And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
Little do they know Lilliput is a great Adventure, no matter your age. Nana said reading it keeps her young Father frowned in his usual way. Aunt Mo said she would like to visit, In another time and space Round the universe with Gulliver Perhaps one day We all should go. Let’s save that adventure for another day. Looks like too much rain right now. Grandma needs her medicine, Will you take it to her today? You are going right past her house. Nothing else to take while I’m at it? Gravy boat we promised to return. You sure that’s it? Looking around quick, I nodded Lost for words, he went on his way, Good job done, Over to the couch I flopped. Get my ten-minute cat nap. Energised, I will Return to work. Yesterdays plants still need doing. Catch the last rays of sunshine. Holes dug, earth turned, I am Well on my way. Year ahead full of spuds and carrots Rhubarb too Nice in a crumble Dad will need extra Rhubarb pie is enough to freeze. Often keep some back for gran Better make sure to plant extra With father john wanting some for the Lovely village fair Local farmers ply their wares. Lovely toffee apples, sticky sweets Attract a crowd that stay too late. Nice time of day to walk around. Talk to folk with smiling faces. Yesterday’s rain all forgotten. Sunshine bright, birds singing. I for one Like my life In Overabundant, Glory Over again, I would do it twice Greet new faces that long for life, On long hot Glorious summer days Off to Catch those words. Happy smiles that say you’re back again…
(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-colored house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground)
We’re not in Kansas, Doris. Look at the tower of glass behind us You don’t see them back home I hope it’s rooted better than we are I have tried clicking my heels three times We’re still stuck in the ground In which case, I suggest you wake up my love She looks after me, even when I’m sleeping…