Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 29/2020

I don’t even have to leave my chair to answer this question or for that matter even turn my head. I’m surrounded by books and more books. Which is a blessing and a curse. I love to read and that will never be a curse but now that we’re moving there’s no way all of these books can go with us. My granddaughter counted my books one day, I think she was bored but we have over 3000 books in our home. We’re talking a lifetime of reading by two avid readers.

Talk about a reality check.  One I’ve resisted for a very long time, even when my children said to me after their father died that…. I better get rid of all of my books because they don’t want to deal with it.

I didn’t appreciate the commentary then nor do I now. I found it distasteful at the time and deep down I still do. But I’m also quite pragmatic I need to downsize and my extensive library won’t fit. So the daily task of making a sell stack and a keep stack has begun.

In addition to the list of what to sell on Craig’s list and what to list in Facebook marketplace. This growing old or the golden years as we’re led to believe are special aren’t what they’re cracked up to be. It’s another misleading factor in life.

Nor do I appreciate hearing that minimalism is the best way to be. I’m sorry, but I love walking over to take a book off the shelf and opening it to a page where I’ve made a notation that comes in handy now. Or flipping open a cookbook and seeing the notation when I made a recipe for the first time and for who. Was it successful or a disaster. I don’t have that on Allrecipes.com.

Maybe those mementos mean nothing to other people but they sure mean a lot to me.  But then I’m that same crazy lady that has saved every card ever given her. I have more than a hundred of them too! I love looking at them, re-reading the messages and recalling the day. Guess one could call me sentimental and others would call me a pack rat.

Although when I think of pack rat, I think of piles and piles and that’s not what you will discover in my home. Everything has a place right now but will it have in the future… I don’t know.

One of my favorite poems

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – (591)

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –
With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –


Today’s theme is “your favorite season.” There are only four to choose from, so which is your favorite…and why? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your favorite season.

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #28

Spring Heard Not Seen©

Silences of a deafening spring surround me,
branches stir, snap, and crackle bitter green.
Nutty birds chirp blue and bicker with glee.
My large ears blind with ignorance.

Bold, purple breezes silently flap,
as grass screams.  Beware worm.
A fierce white robin, such a friendly chap.
My eyes deaf to the pleasant garlicky scene.

Orange citrus boldly streak across
an abundantly cloudless azure sky,
as Moon bows to the sun, acknowledges her loss
and sadly falls slowly, her taste sates me.

I sense the warmth of a new diurnal.
I shake and shudder in ecstatic green alarm,
fear delights me, will this be eternal?
My tongue touches the sensual smell.

I love all the seasons but spring always calls to me the most. I chose a Synesthesia poem form.


Synesthesia in literature or poetry is a literary device that writers can use to create interest in the work. … People with synesthesia have a neurological disorder where when they experience one sense, they involuntarily experience another. With this disorder, someone might actually see sound or taste colors. Writing poetry is about creating visual images and understanding that words have meaning. What better way to be descriptive than to incorporate and explore a topic than with your Five Senses– touchtastehearingsight, and smell.


Today’s word is “survive.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

FOWC with Fandango — Survive

Evangeline’s Will to Survive

Evil ruled this beautiful forest far too long, it’s time to unmask
She couldn’t resist entering the haunted forest, it is too tempting
Evangeline, although quite young believes she is ready for the task
The rumors fly every Hallows eve but no one dares preempting

Evangeline knows in her heart that she will not be alone
Ghosts of other young victims await her, praying she is the one
There is a mysterious power compelling her into the unknown
Hoping she will be strong enough to battle John Donne

Lurking in the darkness beside the tree are his henchmen
A brief shimmer of fairy lights twinkles all around her
Watching her guarded approach to the mysterious glen
Soon the predicted battle of good and evil will occur

Legends have foretold a beautiful witch would be the one
The village prays she is able to save their weary souls
Henchmen work fiercely for their evil master John Donne
No one saw this twist, it was not written in the scrolls

Evangeline stood in the glen calmly facing him
John entered the light shocked by her appearance
She spoke not word, but kissed him lightly on a whim
He raised his hand not allowing any interference.

John sighed, he could not remember his last kiss
Fairies fluttering and twinkling happily around her
The feel was too delightful to simply dismiss
Battle or kiss, let’s try that again before I concur©


5 word story

This week, I want you to come up with a PLOT. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word PLOT in it somewhere?



Esther said pot my plot.

Plot away I certainly shall.

Count on me to plot.

Every picture has a plot.

I loved his graveyard plot.

Moral compasses lack a plot.

The deed to the plot.

Ah, the plot simply thickens.

In case you’re wondering,  a plot is to devise the sequence of events in (a play, novel, movie, or similar work). But it can also be a plan made in secret by a group of people to do something illegal or harmful. And if that isn’t confusing enough it can also be a small area of planted ground like a vegetable plot or a small piece of land in a cemetery or a measured piece of land.

Don’t you just love the English language?  🙂

The Aftermath

Beautifully written.

Whimsical Wordsmith

Image from: englishour

I sit here in silence
surrounded by the echoes
of who we used to be.

I sit here in silence
This Darkness is my companion
how did it get ahold of me?

I sit here in silence
The memories of our past
clasp my throat; I am choking.

I sit here in silence
The tears of your love
in my eyes, are blinding me.

I sit here in silence
There’s a void inside of me
it’s where your promises used to be.

I sit here in silence
Dealing with the aftermath
of an epic love. Your love.

I breathe in. I breathe out.

Inhale. Exhale.

Image from: Google images

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The Questions I asked the nominees for Ehindero

It’s only fair I answer them myself.

What genre is your favorite? 

I asked this in an non-specified manner for a reason because I find it fascinating how this question stumps people initially before they make a choice.

I think of myself as an author so my mind goes immediately to the genre I love writing. Yup, you guessed poetry is my first love. I write short stories some fiction and some non-fictional.

If I approach this as a reader, than my genre choice would be historical fiction or non-fiction. I love reading biographies.

If I approach this with movies in mind, than I’m eclectic. I am very open to most movies.

If you could be a character in any story which one would it be?

I would be Eleanor Roosevelt. I have always wanted to know more about her personally but also that time in history.

Are you veggie lover or a fruit lover?

I love veggies and fruits but if I had to choose it would be veggies first. Yeah, I know I’m weird, I’ve been told that a time or two.

What era of music is your favorite and why?

I’m a huge sixties fan especially Motown.

If you change one thing in the world, what would it be?

I have to agree with Fandango on this one. I would go back in time and make sure Trump’s mother had an abortion so this nightmare wouldn’t happen. I can’t help but wonder if she’s feels guilty. If she doesn’t she should.

Why did you begin blogging?

I began blogging back in 2007 but I wasn’t consistent I had a blog on WDC and one here. In 2011, I became more determined to blog everyday and I was actually doing pretty well until my grandson died. I couldn’t do it. It took a lot for me to begin writing again. Pain can be crippling and some times a powerful muse.

What makes you laugh?

I love watching my cats play. I love watching children play. Both aren’t prisoners to social  norms and constrictions.

Life sometimes makes me laugh, just not as much as it used too.

#FOWC – Nerd

Today’s word is “nerd.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

FOWC with Fandango — Nerd

I’m guilty of being a word nerd.  This is an acrostic poem. If you don’t know what acrostic poem is, the first letter of each line spells the title.


Thirteen weeks in every season
Hot, cold, and a bit of everything in between
Interesting and scary global changes
Risks we humans never considered
The damage will hurt us all
Every nerd and pin head participated
Every thing desirable will vanish.
Nirvana, begged us each to help but we ignored the signs.

I love writing poems, they bring me joy in an odd sort of way.

#FDDA favorite beverage

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #27

 Fandango writes:  “Today’s theme is “your favorite beverage.” Are you going to choose an alcoholic beverage like a mixed drink, beer, hard lemonade, flavored vodka, or something like that? A hot drink like coffee or tea? Soda, water, or a milkshake? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your favorite beverage (or beverages).”

Everyday on Facebook, I say good morning everyone with three coffee cups and typically there’s a coffee meme picture.


As a child, I hated milk and every opportunity I had I would swap my milk for her black coffee. She couldn’t believe I liked black coffee. After many battles she finally conceded, and let me drink black coffee. I’ve been drinking my coffee black with no sweetener since I was three, I’m 64 now. 61 years of heaven.

My doctor goes nuts because I drink 2 sometimes 3 pots of coffee a day.  As a compromise on the day of my physical I drink only 1 pot before seeing him. That way I have a normal ekg,  because when I drink 2 sometimes my ekg shows premature ventricular contractions (PVCs) which are extra heartbeats that begin in one of your heart’s two lower pumping chambers (ventricles). These extra beats disrupt your regular heart rhythm, sometimes causing you to feel a fluttering or a skipped beat in your chest. I learned that if I have occasional premature ventricular contractions, but am  otherwise healthy, there’s probably no reason for concern, and no need for treatment. If I had frequent premature ventricular contractions or underlying heart disease, I might need treatment.

Premature ventricular contractions often cause few or no symptoms. But one might feel an odd sensation in your chest, such as:

  • Fluttering
  • Pounding or jumping
  • Skipped beats or missed beats
  • Increased awareness of your heartbeat

I don’t have any of the symptoms. But he does wish I would drink less coffee. I love coffee and until it causes me other issues than I’m going to keep enjoying my coffee.  I think of all the possible vices one could have coffee isn’t as bad as it could be and I’m fortunate it never keeps me awake. I really do think my primary worries too much.

I even wrote a poem about my love of coffee back in 2015. If you look closely, the words shape a to-go- coffee mug too.

Ode to My Joe

Oh, your heady fragrance can be
so smoothly intoxicating.
Your smoky aroma whets my appetite.
As the sun rises, the beginning
of a new adventure, my addictive mind
says I need you to invigorate my senses,
tease me to step out of my comfort zone.
I remember when I was a mere wisp of myself
the novelty of your power was
fiercely intimidating yet compelling
me to drop all pretense of control.
You frightened and lured me like
a moth to a flame. I could not
resist, although I struggled
in vain, my addiction was too much.
You laughed at my feeble attempts
to withdraw because
I was scared of all the negative
propaganda surrounding you.
You assured me… it was all lies
Your sweet whispers told me
I would never feel so good
with anything like this again.
I waivered…
afraid of the me without you.
I threw caution to the wind and
slowly sipped, savoring your
heat while ignoring the
bitter after taste that
lingered on my breath.
I surrendered and let myself
float into the dark spiral
of an addict’s life.
I live… my passion for you
briefly fulfilled

The other beverage I enjoy is water and I do consume a lot of water too.

In the evening, Vic and I always have a cup of tea together before going to bed. Like my coffee, my tea is black with no sweetener.

Virtual Continent Hopping-28


30 day Today’s adventure is all about unusual architecture




Amazing designs, don’t you agree? Which one appealed to you most, why? What’s your favorite architecture near where you live?

Our BCoF people are planning our dinner this evening.

Catedral is quite stunning structurally, different than what we’ve been seeing on our trip. It was designed by Brazilian architect Oscar Niemeyer and projected by Brazilian structural engineer Joaquim Cardozo, and was completed and dedicated on May 31, 1970. We’ve been to some unique temples, mosques and very old churches but this is the first one that I noticed captured the essence of an angel. They have an angel suspended in front of beautiful stained glass which with the light filtering gave it an eerie celestial feeling to me. The flower vendors on the sidewalk outside provided us with a sensory feeling that complimented the visual. The circular structures made me think of a flying saucer.
The Itamaraty Palace is another unusual structure but it is so much more. I was surprised to see all the water gardens and the various plants growing. It’s surprisingly peaceful inside here, there appears to be a lot of non-used space. I wonder if they hold meetings or banquets here and haul in the necessary seating. If they do what an amazing setting.
Trip Advisor had this to say about the Templo da Boa Vontade– “The Temple of Good Will (TGW) is an ecumenical monument located in Brazil’s capital. It was conceived and built by Jose de Paiva Netto, President of the Legion of Good Will (LBV), who inaugurated it in October 1989. Every year it receives more than one million pilgrims, making it the most visited place in the city, according to official data from the State Secretariat of Tourism of the Federal District (SETUR). Acclaimed by the people as one of the Seven Wonders of Brasilia, the TGW is on the official list of monuments for tourists to visit during the 2014 FIFA World Cup. It is part of the Legion of Good Will’s Ecumenical Complex, together with the World Parliament of Ecumenical Fraternity, the LBV’s ParlaMundi.”
It reminds me of the pyramids we saw in Eqypt except there are openings on the side allowing the light to enter. There are art exhibts, some plant displays but for me it was not as appealing inside as the Catedral or the Itamarty despite it being acclaimed as one of the seven wonders.

All it has done is remind me of the time and I’m wondering what the BCoF crew is planning for our last night in Brasilla for dinner. I have to admit I’m anxious to get to our next destination. I’ve always wanted to see Belize.

BCoF I’ve made arrangements for you to take all those Brazillian food choices to the next level. You’re putting a menu together to help this restaurant get better ratings.




Our group is going to enjoy your recommendations this evening. Don’t be out to late we’re off to Belize next. Perfect timing Hurricane Laura has already gone past our location. Prayers for all that aren’t as fortunate.

I’m going to say the pictures of the choices look good but than as we all know pictures seldom look like what the portions really are and I was disappointed reading the reviews. Bar food seems to be the common description, what exactly does that say about the food. My personal experiences with bar food hasn’t been satisfactory so I’m biased. I think by labeling the pictures so people have a name to reference back too once they get back to their lodging and have time to review. So I think that’s one thing our group could be helpful. We’re writers after all.

One thing I did notice is Brazil and Argentina claim to be the barbecue capital of the world. I wonder how St. Louis in Kansas feels about that they make the same claim. I was reading on the Top 10 foods in Brazil. “In Brazil, premium cuts (the most popular being picanha, or rump cap) are seasoned with no more than a liberal shake of coarse salt, before being grilled to pink perfection over charcoal (or wood, if you’re doing it the old-fashioned Southern way). Home barbecues will see sausages, queijo coalho (squeaky cheese on a stick) and chicken hearts sharing space on the grill, while in churrascarias (barbecue-style steakhouses), all manner of meats on skewers – from pork to lamb and wild boar – will be sliced by waiters straight onto your plate.” –10 foods link

I’ve had some interesting steaks cooked with crushed pepper not ever with coarse salt. I’m kinda curious now. But no way am I eating chicken hearts or lamb. I’ll pass. I don’t eat beef or pig hearts either. Or for that matter liver.

I was surprised there were not more bread options, don’t get me wrong. Pão de queijo is mighty tasty but not everyone wants cheese. I have to be careful with cheese these days so I was disappointed how few options for bread they had. What do you think ladies maybe some bread with fruit like apple, blueberry or cherry or maybe pumpkin or zucchini bread.

I know I was pleased to see quindim was on the menu, I know I had it last night but it was soo GOOD but I’m ordering it again after I try these Brazilan chicken wings. I believe the waitress called them FRANGO A PASSARINHO. I didn’t want anything alcoholic since we’re traveling tomorrow so I thought I would try LIMONADA SUÍÇA, Oh my… what a surprise no lemons. There aren’t any, because Brazilian Lemonade is usually made with limes and sweetened condensed milk. It was like having a refreshing milkshake.
Now, Olyvia from the link says, “The real Brazilian Lemonade will take a whole can of sweet condensed milk. I know it might sound excessive and overly sweet, but since we leave the lime’s peel in most of the limes, it ends up being necessary so you don’t end up with a bitter drink. Another trick to prevent bitterness is to blend the limes and water for only 10 seconds. That’s it! No more. It is enough time to extract the juice and some of the bitterness from the peel. Any more than that and you won’t be able to drink your lemonade, even if you add five cans of sweet condensed milk! Also, the fresher the limes, the better. And, even though we are leaving the peel in some of the limes, you gotta cut off the white part from the inside. That’s where most of the bitterness is and it does not belong in our awesome drink.”

Olivia’s recipe is below:
“4 juicy limes
4 cups cold water
1 can sweet condensed milk
Ice to taste
Wash your limes and peel two of them. Cut them into 8 wedges. and remove the white pith.
Combine the lime wedges and water in your blender’s jar and pulse for a few seconds (10 seconds maximum).
Strain the juice through a fine-mesh strainer, pressing on the pulp to extract all the juice.
Return the liquid to the blender and the sweet condensed milk. Blend until creamy and frothy. Then, add the ice and blend again until super nice and cold! 🙂 (Too intense? Add more water or ice and blend some more!)
Serve immediately”

I will definitely be making me some when I get home again.  It was definitely like having a smoothie not sure I have room for my quindim but I’m going to do it anyway. What’s a little gluttony among friends.


“The architect’s role is to fight for a better world, where he can produce an architecture that serves everyone and not just a group of privileged people.”
— Oscar Niemeyer

“It is not the right angle that attracts me, nor the straight line, hard and inflexible, created by man. What attracts me is the free and sensual curve — the curve that I find in the mountains of my country, in the sinuous course of its rivers, in the body of the beloved woman.”
— Oscar Niemeyer