Flashback Friday – Reality


There are times
when the walls close in
and there’s nowhere left to hide
from the awful realness of life

When nothing looks more appealing
than the deep amber relief
and the sweet oblivion that waits
at the bottom of the bottle

It is then that I seek solace
in the strength of your arms
and there find my reprieve
from the horrors of the world

Where once again
the monsters of reality are tamed
and I see all the promise
of happily ever after
reflected in your eyes

This post inspired by Fandango’s Flashback Friday
and originally written on 9/23/18 for FOWC – bottle

Til next time ~Peace Peeps I’m off to do mystical Autumn stuff ~JP

Fibbing Friday – Floods, Rebellion, and Scandal – OH MY!

Di is hosting Fibbing Friday this week with questions provided by Jim Adams. The rules are simple, answer the questions with fibs. Hmmm, I am a truly and uniquely lousy fibber but since you can’t actually see my face, let’s take a bash.

1. Why did all the dinosaurs die?
Heat stroke.
2. Why are there so many stories about the great flood?
Because if flooded the Grand Canyon.
3. What happened at Hadrian’s wall?
Joshua fought the battle and wall came tumbling down.
4. How long was the hundred years war?
It only lasts one day but occurs once every hundred years.
5. Why was it all quiet on the western front?
All cell phones simultaneously lost connection with their music apps.
6. What was the Boxer Rebellion all about?
Whether a “wild haymaker” was a legitimate pugilistic move
or just some froo-froo bar drink.
7. What caused the Titanic to sink?
Bizarre encounter with a mosasaurus.
8. Why do they want us to remember the Main?
Well why would you want to remember the Lesser? Duh
9. What happened to Amelia Earhart?
She got married and became Amelia Heirhead.

Til next time ~Never fib to your Nana, trust me she already knows ~JP

Thoughtful Thursday – September Playlist

I’ve come to the conclusion that music is absolutely, positively essential to this Spoonie’s morning routine. I skip the tunes and I’m dragging around like a half-dead-out-of-the-water Scyphozoa. Yep, gotta have the tunes. Here’s what I’m listening to on September mornings.

September 2022 Playlist

Something Wild ~ Lindsey Stirling
Passionate Kisses ~ Mary Chapin Carpenter
Happy ~ Pharrell Williams
Uneasy Rider ~ Charlie Daniels Band
Knock Three Times ~ Tony Orlando & Dawn
Human ~ The Killers
Wild Thing ~ The Troggs
The Little Old Lady from Pasadena ~ Jan and Dean
Time After Time ~ Cyndi Lauper
See You in September ~ The Happenings
September ~ Earth, Wind and Fire
September ~ The Shins
Changes in Latitudes ~ Jimmy Buffet
Both Sides Now – Joni Mitchell
Wake Me Up When September Comes ~ Green Day
Moonlight Feels Right ~ Starbuck

So, let’s fire up a player and get goin’. If you’d like, you can listen on Spotify here.

Til next time ~Thank you for the music ~JP

Whatever Wednesday – Little Things and Close Ups

Walkabout Wednesday has transmuted to Whatever Comes to Mind Wednesday here at Castle Serenity due mostly to some on-going fatigue and COVID residuals ;-p Anyway, our Sunday Stills challenge is Macros and Close Ups. I confess, I’m not much of a macro girl. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore them when they are taken by others. But, since about 90% of my shots are taken with a Moto g6 cell phone camera … well there you have it. So, I went scanning through some shots, some recent, some not so, but, actually I have a lot of close ups. Cool. So, for your pleasure : Little Things

Butterfly Jiajang

Butterfly outside my hotel room in Jiajiang, China

Leaping Chinook Batman!

A wee bitty Chinook Salmon. Here already practicing fall jumping against the flow of the aerator. This little guy is less than two inches long. Consider if you will that Chinook can grow to over 4 feet and 120 pounds.

Robin egg

A little robin’s egg that has fallen and landed in a nest of rock. (Yes I checked and it was hollow). It somehow landed perfectly so that the hole was on the bottom side.

Tiny turtle

A little turtle making it’s way toward the lake.

Til next time ~Life is lived in the tiny moments ~JP

Mystery Solved a Stream of Consciousness poem

from my polyvore dolls collection

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you use it as both. Have fun!

Mystery Solved

Ring, ring what’s that I hear?
a cell phone held up to my ear?
or is it songs the birdies sing?
is it katydid’s buzzing wings?
the grating of lawnmowers buzz?
a cat screeching just because?
or squeaking brakes on the local bus?
oh wait, it’s just my dratted tinnitus,
mystery solved.

elapsed time 12 minutes (I got distracted)

Til next time ~ Listen to the sounds of silence ~JP

Friday Flashback – An Empty Glass

From September 16, 2018

When I was a young girl, my father loved to listen to Peggy Lee. I grew up on that glorious, sultry voice. Although my personal favorite will always be “Is that all there is?” I understood “when he left, I thought I’d die, but I didn’t. And I thought to myself ‘is that all there is … to love?” Oh yeah.

That being said, as I grew up, “An Empty Glass” became more and more significant. “Deep inside I knew, you were too good to be true.”

An Empty Glass – Peggy Lee

Close the door and pull the blinds
Fill your glass, but don’t fill mine
Here’s to you now for the last time
Here’s to me your sometime past time
Here’s to love, an empty glass

Feeling low, but it will pass
With some coffee, demitasse
Black and strong and very bitter
I can think of nothing fitter
For a lover, second class

Deep inside I guess I knew
You were too good to be true
Still it rocked me to discover
You would kiss and run for cover
When I started loving you

Nothing could have made it last
Say goodbye and say it fast
Here’s to you now for the last time
Here’s to me your sometime past time
Here’s to love, an empty glass

Lyrics courtesy of my memory (which is often faulty) any discrepancies should not be viewed as flaws but as all natural variations and proof that I lived through the sixties. 😉

This post inspired by Fandango’s Flashback Friday
originally written for Song Lyric Sunday prompt Glass
enjoyed on youtube An Empty Glass

til next time ~Peace Peeps ~JP

Thoughtful Thursday – Good Enough Days

photo from pixabay

How are you on this cool autumn morning? Are you gazing at your perfectly pegged fresh laundered linens wafting in the gentle breeze while putting the final touches on that handmade card for next month’s birthdays? Will you be settling down to a breakfast table, prettily laid for one and savor a slice of homemade quiche with a dollop of Summer tomato chutney, followed by a perfectly frothed cappuccino? Yeah, me neither.

For while I have known those perfect days, and I will know them again, today is not that day. Today is a drinking bagged black tea brewed in a giant Halloween mug while scarfing down a bowl of raisin bran day. And that’s OK. Today is a low-spoons day, when I do the bare minimum to see us through the week ahead. To make sure we have clean clothes to wear, enough food to feed us and a kitchen floor clean enough to keep my sweet Mommy from rolling over in her grave, or smacking me upside the head in the dream world. Today is not the day I will be making performance art out of brewing coffee or turning my mantle into something worthy of artistic enshrinement.

While I want to live that perfectly decorated, elegantly cottage, shabby chic life twenty-four seven, it’s not something I’m striving for today. All of the frilly, yummy nonsense of cottage living can wait for another day and I can let everything be enough. Today, I’ll take care of myself. I shall relax and let the warm sun shine through my streaky windows while I enjoy a cup of instant coffee and a pumpkin biscuit, just because. Because my body and soul need a little nurturing today and the laundry will still be there tomorrow.

Dust if you Must – by Rose Milligan

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP