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
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.
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.
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 outside my hotel room in Jiajiang, China
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.
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.
A little turtle making it’s way toward the lake.
Til next time ~Life is lived in the tiny moments ~JP
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
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. 😉
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.