Virtual Continent Hopping, Final day in Lesotho

Blog City Prompt: What does it mean to be a good neighbor?

Megan, one of the reasons, my neighbors think I’m a great neighbor because I bake a lot. *Rolling*  For me, it’s hard to make portions for two people, and I really don’t want to deprive my husband of the baked goods he enjoys so much, but nor do I want all the calories hanging around. So I send some to two of the families near us. It’s a win situation for us all. I share garden produce, because sometimes it just ripens all at once. For me it’s simply a matter of treating other people the way I want to be treated with kindness and generosity of one’s talents. I don’t get in their business and try not to be noisy. I always let them know when I’m throwing my annual Halloween costume party so they aren’t surprised by all the extra cars and strange looking people wandering around.

30 day Final segment of our excursion in Lesotho
Thank goodness we were rescued in the middle of the night, we got a little sleep, change of clothes and breakfast.
Semonkong to Underberg
After breakfast, we either hike to or take a 4×4 drive to the Maletsunyane Falls. The weather determines whether we drive or hike. Depart the Lesotho Highlands via passes that enter South Africa at Qacha’s Nek. We snake our way through the last remote villages of Lesotho. We cross the Senqu river again – which we first saw on Day 1 and then follow it along the Senqu River valleys toward the border town of Qachas Nek. Once back in South Africa we travel through to the small town of Matatiele. From Matatiele we skirt alongside the Drakensberg mountains and return to Underberg along scenic back roads, returning usually around 15:00-16:00. (3-4 pm)

https://www.wri.org/resources/data-sets/orange-senqu-river-basin-study

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qacha%27s_Nek

Discuss what you’ve seen today. Impress us with your observation skills.

I don’t know how I missed this one detail, Lesotho is completely landlocked inside South Africa. The views are incredible but I have to admit I was terrified once we began the abseil down the large cliff next to the fall. Petra, Blue, and Sandy volunteered to go first but that didn’t help my stomach one iota. It was doing somersaults. I didn’t think this part of the trip through, I hate heights. Alright, I’m done whining, I just focused straight ahead and let my foot find the next footing. It’s beyond words, how raw the beauty is around us. Even the monkeys were curious about the crazy humans.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORdRkjpbzc8

Qacha’s Nek is home to Lesotho’s  Snake Park It’s located at the foot of the historic Letloepe hill/rock formation. This is where the cave of Qacha, the son of the Baphuthi chief Moorosi, after whom the town is named, is situated.  Letloepe means the cobra’s defensive hood, some people say it’s the alternative name for Qacha’s Nek. This sleepy border town has an attractive church, the quirky snake park and an interesting variety of colonial-era sandstone buildings, plus groves of California redwood trees.

I noted one oddity, that I can’t wait to research is how did California’s Redwood trees get here. Well I learned  presently redwoods grow only one place on Earth – right on the Pacific coast, from Big Sur to southern Oregon. But earlier in the Earth’s history, redwoods actually had a much wider range, including western North America and the coasts of Europe and Asia. But the redwoods we’re seeing are approximately 50 years old. But I didn’t find a link confirming it was a tree planting mission but it may have been because redwoods are noted for their ability to consume carbon monoxide. Plus it’s helpful in another way, because so many of the redwoods are at risk in California with the wildfires and droughts. I’m all in favor of saving every tree possible.

https://www.snakeparkqacha.com/RedWoodTree.php
https://www.lesotho-info.co.za/country/town/733/qacha-s-nek


BCoF Your tour guide isn’t up to par so your’re planning the activities for Durhan’s late afternoon and night time.

https://www.tripadvisor.com/AttractionProductReview-g312595-d16911364-Durban_Cit…

Check out the restaurants and tell us which one you prefer and why:

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g312595-d6033553-Reviews-Mali_s_In…

or

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g312595-d5029013-Reviews-The_Grill…

don’t worry we have hotel reservations at:

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g312595-d299216-Reviews-Garden_Court_Ma…

I can’t complain our lodging has been interesting since we arrived in Lesotho that this one seems boring with the exception of the pool and the crashing waves of the ocean. I’m really happy my room borders the ocean side. I’m going to leave the window open hopefully the salty smell will drift into the room. I quickly hopped in the shower before joining the crew for a visit to the Durban Botanical Gardens. Breathtaking displays along brick walk paths even an interesting group of  wooden reindeer and sleigh. I chuckled at the antics of the monkeys in the trees and the lizards that popped up from time to time. This day’s adventure has sure made me hungry. I’m so happy I left it in the hands of the BCoF bloggers.

4.5 out of 5 on Tripadvisor, I think we’re in for an enjoyable feast. All the fresh air has made me quite hungry and the Jichana steak with steamed fresh market vegetables looked incredible when the waiter passed by our table. I didn’t finish looking at the menu, because the aroma was mouthwatering. The steaks are specially selected Karan Beef from Heidelberg. The meaning of Jichana is eating good in Swahili and it was. I ordered the baked lemon tart with a cup of coffee while we talked about the day. I’m going to miss the impromptu concerts we’ve enjoyed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=safXbLv1qfc

“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” ― Isabelle Eberhardt

Virtual Continent Hopping-Lesotho, Africa cont.

30 day
Leribe to Semonkong
After breakfast we backtrack slightly to visit a riverbed close to our accommodation to view evidence of prehistoric life forms. If the river is in flood these ancient footprints are hidden but usually the water levels are low enough o look at the Dinosaur Footprints. We leave the main road to Maseru and travel to the Kome Caves, home to modern cave-dwellers. These caves were originally inhabited by clans escaping the Lifqane wars and cannabilism. We make our way to Thaba Bosiu along the back roads which go through many rural villages. Thaba Bosiu is a cultural centre of utmost importance to Lesotho and its history, We then drive into the capital city Maseru for lunch. This gives one a good understanding of modern-day city life in Lesotho. Mid afternoon we head back into the highlands of Lesotho going through the Mantsa Pass to the highland town of Semonkong. Dependant on weather and water levels, enjoy a lovely sunset over the Maletsunayne falls before checking into Semonkon
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oh no, our vehicle broke down and we’re going to spend the night in the wild.

https://www.blackpast.org/global-african-history/places-global-african-history/m…

discuss what you discover in the information and in the pictures. If you lived back then how would you handle cannibalism? Join in or become a vegetarian How did you cope with the breakdown and having to rough it over night.

Sorry it took so many pages to scroll through to get to Lesotho but it was interesting reading.

I learned the city of Maseru was founded in 1869 following the Free State-Basotho Wars between the Boers and the British. Boy the Brits were into everything at one time or another. ( my apologies if you’re a Brit but the truth is looking at the different countries so many did have British influence) Maseru was originally established as a small police camp by the British. Between 1871 and 1884, Lesotho was governed from the Cape Colony (present-day South Africa) and remained the administrative capital after Basutoland (current-day Lesotho) became a British colony in 1884. The small settlement survived being burned down during the Gun War of 1880-1881 between British forces and Basotho political leaders over the right of indigenous people to bear arms. The Basotho people won the conflict. At the beginning of the twentieth century, Maseru was a small settlement that consisted of a small number of colonial administrative buildings, a trading store, and several outlying villages. It later grew into a busy market town and it grew and grew. I believe it said over 200,000 maybe even more now since the article was written 2009.

We’re heading to Kome Caves, whoa the last time we were in caves we got tricked into smuggling opals. These actually are group of cave dwellings made out of mud in the district of Berea, Lesotho. The main purpose for the cave dwellings was to serve as a hideout from other Basotho people who had resorted to cannibalism during the drought in the late 18th century. The name of Ha Kome comes from the Kome family in the Basia tribe, the first inhabitants of the cave. Oh oh, we’re going to be dinner. Where’s that Norb or Charlie when we need them. Those boys are better smooth talkers than me.

This doesn’t sound or look good. The van we’re in won’t start. I look at my fellow squidders and squawkers and wonder what they’re thinking. I know what I’m thinking, I’m not going to be on the menu. All I can think of is the article I read 288,000 people fell victim to cannibals.

https://www.amusingplanet.com/2018/06/the-kome-cave-houses-and-cannibalism.html#…

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Photo credit: Amada44/Wikimedia


I suggest we stay together in groups. The guide asked that we gather wood for the fire. Yikes, roasted body parts… I need to stop thinking the worst. Its going to be quite chilly tonight up in the mountains. I had to chuckle Sandy and Petra rubbing the sticks together. Thankfully one of the guides brought over dried grass and lit it with a cigarette lighter.

I had to admit once I shut my over-reactive mind off it was actually fun seeing the stars up above us while the guides sang songs and played these weird make shift instruments. I mean make shift, one took a hup cap of the vehicle another used a bucket, while another took a stick and bent it slightly with a string. He tied several more sections of string. They invited us to sing along. One thing for sure, our voices will never be good enough for Broadway but it was a lot of fun.

One guide returned with water for us to drink and some berries to go along with the snack bars we had brought with us. He mentioned he stumbled across several hikers that were heading back to Maseru, they promised to contact the police.

BCoF There’s some interesting people from Lesotho. Pretend you’re interviewing one of them, what questions would you ask? Give us at least 7 good questions. Don’t forget to mention how you handled the unexpected adventure after the vehicle broke down. Improvisation time.

http://countrylicious.com/lesotho/famous-people

See above, I definitely answered but now I have to really watch my snarky mouth so I don’t ask questions that might get me shot or worse eaten. Yeah, as you’ve probably guessed cannibalism makes me uncomfortable.

Oh my Thomas Mofolo is from this area. I can’t wait to ask him 1.) what made the Basotho turn to cannibalism 2.) Did people volunteer because of their age?

Cool I didn’t know Tsidii Le Loka the actress, vocalist and composer is from Lesotho. She is best known for originating the role of Rafiki in the original Broadway production of Disney’s stage musical, The Lion King.
That is just amazing. I have to ask 3.)what she thought of Manhattan? 4.) Did she like or dislike how the Big Apple never sleeps after living in Lesotho.

Wow, there who’s who listed just keeps getting better. I’m a huge fan of track, I love watching the Olympics. That’s when I first heard of this area when Mosito Lehata a Lesothan athlete, primarily known as a 100-meter runner. He is the current holder of the Lesothan record for the 100-meter at 10.33 seconds, and has consistently won the national track championships on shorter tracks. Isn’t that crazy. Unfortunately, Lehata was eliminated in the first round of the Men’s 200m event at the 2012 Summer Olympics. Lehata found success in the 200 m event at the 2013 World Championships in Athletics when he finished in the first round ahead of Jamaican sprinter Usain Bolt and advanced to the semifinals. It takes a lot to beat the Jamican sprinters. Just look at the New York and Boston Marathons. I would ask 5.) Why haven’t you competed in the NYC Marathon or the Boston Marathon? 6.) How do you think Covid-19 is affecting the athletes that would have competed this year? 7.) Will you be competing in the next Olympics or will you be too old?

#FOWC

Today’s word is “missing.”

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.

https://fivedotoh.com/category/one-word-challenge/

Missing You©
Heartache strikes at the oddest time.

I pulled weeds in the garden like the ones you gave me that day.

My heart clenched like back then, startled by the chime

But then I saw you holding a handpicked bouquet.

You looked so very proud, all covered in grime

but then life’s harsh realities stole you away.

                                   I wish my sadness didn’t taint all the gleeful times past
and I could laugh again,, oh how I miss those places.
Laughing back then, never thought it wouldn’t last.
The twinkling of the chimes used to bring a smile to our faces

                                   But now they remind me how much I miss you …. I feel like an outcast
                           every where I look are grandma’s holding their babies in embraces.

 

My birthday is a week away and Johnny was always so much a part of the celebration. My last birthday with him, he wanted to show me where the lobster boats come in. We’re climbing on rocks in the harbor because he said it was the only way to get to the point. I slipped and got soaking wet. He giggled. I splashed him but that didn’t faze him.

We meet his Dad who asks why am I all wet? I tell him that Johnny was showing me the point where the boats come in and I slipped in the water.

He looked at Johnny and asked why he didn’t take me up the road so I wouldn’t be all wet.

The little stinker shrugged and laughed. It was always like that between us, one practical joke after another. I would give anything for those moments again.                                

 

 

                                   

#FDDA 19

Today’s theme is “hate.” Hate is a strong word, but I have no doubt that there is something or someone each of us hates. Is it a person? Food? Some aspect of society? Your job? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about hate.

https://fivedotoh.com/category/dog-days-of-august/

I’m not particularly fond of the word hate but there are occasions it fits the situation perfectly. I apologize ahead of the time, this post has become a rant unintentionally but I did end it with a good song. 🙂

As some of you know I’m not a Trump supporter, I detest the man. I have absolutely no use for liars and he has been proven time after time of not telling the truth.

But I have to take this discussion further, I am extremely disappointed in our government overall. When this country was founded it was about freedom from oppression (taxation and religion). Religion hasn’t become oppressive but taxation has.

We live in a town house on a quarter of acre of land. In Lawrenceville the taxes are 10,000 plus dollars. It’s a nice looking house but seriously in a town house that is attached to three other houses. In 14 years the taxes have doubled with no major external or internal improvements.  I wish I could say we fancy sidewalks, street lights or even a park within walking distance. I detest what the local and state governments have done to the residents of New Jersey. It’s a ludicrous burden on top of a mortgage.

I took a break with Vic for a few minutes while I was writing and one more thing came to mind that irritates the heck out of me is the price gouging in the medical industry. Like for instance, advair which is an inhaler. With Vic’s insurance it costs 50.00 after the insurance pays their part. On my insurance the same inhaler costs 203.00 after the insurance pays their part. I checked to see what the goodrx  price was an discovered it was 313.00 dollars. I checked to see what a friend of mine pays for hers that lives in Canada and she pays 49.00 without any insurance contribution. One damn pharmaceutical makes the inhaler.

Same thing when it came to my Botox injections for my migraines which was the deciding factor on my insurance company was it cost me 102.00 versus what Blue Cross wanted which 1935.00 dollars, yup you read it right 1935.00. Same damn drug.

Needless to say since I am fortunate not to have to use the inhaler everyday only as needed which comes down to when it rains and things get wet. I’m really allergic to mold. I have a rescue inhaler for a whopping 30.00 and benadryl to get me through. Instead of having a 203.00 price inhaler that I might use 5 times in a year. Vic and I couldn’t even share because my dosage is lower.

We need to go to a system like the Netherlands or Brazil, everyone is covered without the insurance companies or doctors making a fortune at our expense.

 

# Truthful Tuesday

https://pcguyiv.wordpress.com/2020/07/28/truthful-tuesday-july-28th-2020/

Welcome to this week’s installment of Truthful Tuesday! Or in this case, The Post that Almost Wasn’t.

The Question

Since it’s called, “Truthful Tuesday”, and the entire point to share a bit of our personal truth, I’ll start off by stating that I almost decided not to post a question this week. It was a rough and taxing weekend, and I just couldn’t come up with a topic. Thanks to Dr. Tanya’s “Blogging Insights #41”, I quite accidentally stumbled on the topic in my response.

Is there something that you like or love now that you used to dislike, hate, or at the very least, have no opinion of before? Or perhaps there is something you now dislike, hate, or maybe even loathe that before you liked, loved, adored, or at least had no opinion of? In either case, or both cases if you so choose, what changed your mind?

  1. I used to hate spaghetti sauce as a child because my mother would throw all the left-over meat from the week into the sauce. Once I left home, I soon discovered the spaghetti sauce didn’t include, hot dogs, porkchops, chicken or fish tossed into together. I love spaghetti sauce sometimes with ground beef and sometimes simply just with onions,peppers and diced tomatoes. I still won’t eat my mother’s sauce.
  2. I disliked milk as a child. As an adult I found it quite tasty. But now at this point in my life milk is causing me discomfort so my new pleasure is chocolate almond milk. If I have to have a substitute than let it have chocolate.
  3. I didn’t have an opinion of Trump prior to his running for office, since that time I’ve developed an intense loathing for the man. His childish behavior on twitter and in the media has made us the laughing stock of the world. His inability to lead our country during this pandemic has taken my disrespect and loathing to levels I never believed I was capable of feeling.

Thank you for the prompt.

Virtual Continent Hopping Day 18

 

 

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We’re going to be here for a couple of days.

https://www.safaribookings.com/tours/t29369
The mountain kingdom of Lesotho is out-of-this world for its sheer mountain beauty. Combine that with its unique culture where the people have combined a 21st approach to certain day-to-day activities whilst holding onto their culturally unique way-of-life and it blends into an amazing experience. Our guests are often visiting Lesotho whilst on holiday in South Africa. We have perfected a 3-day tour which incorporates many of the top things to do in Lesotho, despite being on a time budget.

This is our lodging, Bird Haven.

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https://www.birdhavenleribe.com/

We’re leaving from Dar-es-Salaam, it’s a seven hour flight from Tanzania. We will be arriving at 3:00pm then directly heading up the Pass. So get some sleep on the plane because we have a real long day ahead.

https://www.rome2rio.com/map/Tanzania/Lesotho#r/Fly-from-Dar-es-Salaam

We travel up the Pass into Lesotho in 4×4’s, looking forward to the afternoon of culture, history and amazing scenery. Cultural Immersion – a visit to a local Basotho village. Roof of Africa Route – spectacular views from the top of Africa! Bushman Paintings – interesting history into the nomadic Bushmen.
Overnight accommodation at Bird Haven in Leribe, in traditional style rondavels.

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g293803-d1764272-Reviews-Katse_Dam…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sani_Pass
what was your impression of Sani Pass?

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g293803-d2414232-Reviews-Thaba_Bos…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sotho_people

This culture is very unique. What were your impressions?

I’m inclined to agree with one of my traveling cohorts 50% percent of me says this ride is insane, they should be calling it in Insanity Pass not Sani Pass and the other 50% of me is too damn scared to open my eyes especially when the 4×4 bounces all over the place and the gravel crashes down the embankment. I’m going to strangle our guide…oops that me, what was I thinking. The route up to Sani Pass by South African law can only be traveled by 4×4 vehicles. It’s totally understandable after seeing the conditions.

I don’t know about you but once we reach the stopping point I’m jumping quickly to the ground and even sigh in relief. Phew. My first glimpse of the village made me chuckle. All I could think of was fairy houses or bird houses. The inside is perfect, that bed looks so inviting.

“Lesotho is the land of the Sotho people, the Basotho (previously spelled as Basuto), a Bantu people who have lived in southern Africa since the 5th century CE. The Basotho nation was forged by King Moshoeshoe I, when he united disparate clans of Sotho-Tswana origin in 1822. Most Basotho live outside Lesotho, in what is now the South African province of Free State, an area they lost to the Boers in 1858. Sesotho, the language of the Sotho people, is, with English, the official language and spoken by almost everyone in Lesotho. About three quarters of Lesotho’s 2 million people live in rural areas, mostly in small villages. Friendly people, they are very welcoming to visitors.”~ https://ozoutback.com.au/Lesotho/people/index.htmlci

There was a Mokhibo dance performed by the Basotho women. It’s amazing how quickly they move upon their knees to their feet. Then we were serenaded by a group of young men that the guide called herd boys with an unusual instrument called the lesiba. It’s a stringed and wind instrument consisting of a string and feather on which the musician blows, using his mouth as a sound box, kind of like a jew’s harp.

I’m so tired after the flight from Tanzania and then the ride in the mountain air I just want to crash but the guide is insistent we see the
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BCoF:Prompt: Write about Katse Dam https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g293803-d1764272-Reviews-Katse_Dam…

“The Katse Dam concrete arch dam on the Malibamat’so River in Lesotho, is Africa’s second largest double-curvature arch dam.he dam is part of the Lesotho Highlands Water Project, which will eventually include five large dams in remote rural areas. The dam is just below the confluence of the Bokong River, which forms the western arm of the Katse reservoir.” ~ wikipeida

Unfortunately the families displaced because of the dam have struggled to re-establish their livelihood. A plant refuge was created, it is called the Katse Botanical Gardens and many of the plants that would have been destroyed are now here. And if these situations weren’t bad enough corruption was discovered and the court systems had to intervene, convicting those who took bribes and even banned one company from ever functioning by the World Bank.

The view is amazing and the structure is unique, the way the arch curves is unlike any other damn I’ve seen. The water marks on the stone remind me of Lake Mead. I’m always afraid to look whenever I go to see my daughter because in the years I have been there the decreased water is clearly visible. Lake Mead is very dependent on the Colorado River and without the snow run off the river is also quite low. I worry that Lake Mead will become totally dry before my demise.

But with idiots like we have in office who deny global warming exists, it will probably happen sooner than my demise because there’s no accountability on water usage.

#FOWC Ancient

https://fivedotoh.com/category/one-word-challenge/

Today’s word is “ancient.”

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.

Will I Survive to be Ancient? ©

She coated me with murky, putrid crap
there is black grime embedded on my toe cap
My frayed, broken eyelets, and pieced laces
are knotted tightly, held fragile in some places.
My quarter dog- eared in the back is so slacked
with tired leather, it’s brittle and split, my cracked
tongue is so twisted out of shape and torn.
She makes me feel so ancient and abused when I’m worn.
My poor insole is broken down to clumpy pieces
so my heels are unevenly worn , my side releases.
Clearly issues with my owners stride, but she wore
me until there were large holes in my soles, I abhor
her! She wore me in the rain and made my leather soggy
like an overcooked stew. Eww… I smell like a wet doggy.
I have more broken stitches here than there
Oh the woes of my life, I’m a sad shoe in despair.

 

#FDDA 18 first love

Today’s theme is “your first love.” No matter how old we are or how long ago it was when we first fell in love, we always remember our first love.  Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your first love.

https://fivedotoh.com/category/dog-days-of-august/

My first love happened at fifteen years old. I was pretty naive at the time and thought he was Mr. Wonderful. That didn’t go so well. Mr. Wonderful delivered a great spiel about how he got another girl knocked up while we were supposedly dating exclusively. His closing line was I have to marry her but we can still get it on, on the side. Except his spiel was more painful than ever. I had found out that I also was pregnant. I never told him. My father threw me out of the house for being pregnant. So I hitch-hiked to my grandfathers and with his help I put my daughter up for adoption. She needed to be in a secure home we people that could take care of her, unlike me a child with a child.

My second attempt at love didn’t go much better. We dated for a year, he was really nice. But the monster showed up after we said I do. He was a jealous man and every time he drank became physically abusive. Oh the promises he made, but it would happen again and again. Once his children were old enough to notice, his drinking stopped but the verbal abuse continued. I stayed until my youngest left home and then kicked him to the curb. He really thought the judge would see things his way but a picture speaks a thousand words and the evidence was pretty clear. He retaliated by spreading so many stories but it didn’t matter.  The people who knew me, knew better and the ones that bought his malicious garbage really weren’t my friends.

My third and thankfully final attempt has been amazing. Maybe it’s because we’re older and wiser, or maybe we’re more accepting of each other’s differences I don’t know. I value Vic’s friendship immensely. We didn’t meet in the traditional way, we met in a writing group online. He dared to critique something I had written and sent it to me. Initially, I was furious to see all the red from revision tracking but once I calmed down and accepted the fact that yes, I did need help. Our friendship grew and over time we finally did meet in person. That evolved into long distance dating and finally in 2008 marriage. He’s still my best friend in addition to being my love.

Third time is the charm they say. I’m inclined to agree.

 

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“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly,

and then all at once.” ~ John Green

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#FOWC

Today’s word is “wanderlust.”

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.

https://fivedotoh.com/category/one-word-challenge/

 

Limericks are great story tellers. They’re always 39 syllables in their delivery and hopefully a smile.

Wanderlust  

She complained he just had wanderlust

He disagree, his poor shoes had dust.

It’s in my blood to roam.

I do always come home.

But I want a man who I can trust.©

#FDDA 17 Music & letter c

Today’s theme is “music.” You can talk about the kind of music you like to listen to or music you like to play. What genre of music do you prefer? Do you play an instrument? If so, which instrument?  Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about music.

https://fivedotoh.com/category/dog-days-of-august/

I wish I was musically talented but I’m not. My taste in music is very eclectic as you’ve probably noticed with letter c posts and the song of the day. There are times when I just need to reconnect to my roots and this is what I listen too. It soothes me in ways other music does not.

I wrote a poem about an Irish Lass dancing to lively Celtic music.

Love of an Irish Lass©

 

He bowed his head in silence,
allowing his rattled breath to slow.

Closing his eyes, he could feel
the lively Celtic music flow.

He was swept away to days past,
Where her feet moved to and fro.

Oh wee lass, dance for me, I long to
see those ye’s rosy cheeks aglow.

Take me back to those days
Of hornpipes and tapping heel and toe.

Show me again those green Irish eyes
when you paused, and bowed ever so low.

He lowered his head in silence again
cherishing his memories of long ago.

The lovely Irish ballad faded quietly away
and with it the old man’s final deathblow.

“I think being a woman is like being Irish… Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.” ― Iris Murdoch
Thankfully, we’re getting a delightful break from the Dog Days of August. It’s 80 day with a breeze and overnight it’s supposed to be 65 degrees. AHHH delightful sleeping temperatures with the windows open wide.
Letter-c side notes and cancer toolkit:
Even though my vitamin b12 level was quite low, the blood work did rule out Celiac so I don’t have that added complication. I get to take another supplement every day. Nothing is back yet about the biopsies so, I’ll stay with the no news is good news.
“Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.”
― James Joyce
Hard to believe in 9 days I’ll be 64 years old, a lot wiser when it comes to eating a cancer deterrent diet which I’ve pretty much covered in the cancer toolkit except for these last few.
Strawberries are anti-inflammatory very much like raspberries.
Sweet potatoes and yams are anti-oxidants as well being helpful regulating blood sugar.
Swiss chard is anti-inflammatory and loaded with beta-carotene, fiber and vitamin a. It’s great for lowering blood pressure.