For my final theme in this series, I’m going to ask you tell us what “your plans for September are.” Do you have any? If so, what are they? They can be anything, from posting more (or less) frequently on your blog, taking a trip, learning a new skill, getting married, engaged, or divorced, getting more exercise? Or are you just going to play it by ear? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your plans for September.


September is all about selling and packing our stuff so we can move to the next part of our lives.  I’m still waiting on the results for the biopsies. That is really stressing me out. I hate not knowing answers. I prefer to know, plan and do. The next scope is in November to assess the bile duct situation. I know life has so many variables, but the unknown sometimes is worse than the known.

I’m also participating in a blogging challenge on WDC that I’m not hosting. The Virtual Continent Hopping is completed for this year. I have no idea what I’m going to do next year. We began these August virtual blogging adventures with a 2 week camping trip in Maine on Moosehead Lake. Then we decided to make it a month long experience. We backpacked across Europe staying in hostels and traveled by train only. The next year we flew from country to country in South America. The next year we went from concert venue to concert venue across the U.S.. And this year, well as you know we hopped from Antarctica. Australia, Asia, Africa, South America, Central America, and North America ending in Montreal Canada.

I definitely plan on working more on my vignettes and writing poetry.

Did I remember to tell you I finished the baby blanket for Kelsey, the girl in our local writing group? They’re having a boy in about 2 weeks, so I’m glad I finished before he arrived.  I’m very pleased with the results.

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What about you Fandago, what are your plans for September prompts? Dog days of September doesn’t have quite same ring as dog days of August. I want to thank you very much for all you do to make writing on wordpress more enjoyable. I do enjoy the prompts.



Today’s theme is “time of the day.” What is your favorite time of day? Are you a morning person? A night owl? Do you prefer afternoons? Or do you like to go to bed and dream? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your favorite time of day.

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #29


Sunrise is my favorite. It has always called to me but unfortunately so does the stillness of the night. I don’t sleep much.  For years, I went to be 11:00-11:30 pm. and rose at 4:30 to be at work at 5:15am because I drove a school bus. After I stopped driving, I worked at Starbucks for 8 years as an opener still retiring at 11:00. Now that I’m home all the time since I was disabled I go to bed at 12:00-12:30 and rise without an alarm at 6:00. My body doesn’t seem to desire more sleep. A lot of times I wake up and watch the sunrise and then fall back asleep. Other times, I ask Vic to drive us to the ocean so I can walk in the wet sand as the sun rises as in the picture I took above with the seagull and the sun rising. I love seeing the fiery glow break on the water.

The Lonely Crane©
thunderous waves crash
the faraway lighthouse beams
red shadows streaking across
sandy barren dunes
as the single lonely crane
with his head tucked low
avoids the cold salty spray
another soul lost.

The Oriental Octet is an invented verse form that appears to emulate the syllabic pattern of the tanka and haiku. It was created by James R. Gray who requests the theme of the poem be nature. The Oriental Octet was created by James Gray
1. Nature theme like tanka
2. Syllable Count: 5-7-5-7-7-5-7-5
3. Un-rhymed

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=2008#anna
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.


Although, there are nights when the moon is full I don’t sleep at all. I’m drawn to the moon like a moth or a firefly.There is something about the energy that simply compels me.

A Wolf Moon©
Shimmers across a darkened sky
that halo around it does not bode well.
All the signs are hard to deny
soon stormy weather, or maybe a white spell.
Those gusty raw winds chill to the bone.
Small animals scurry to cover
before the wolves catch them alone.
Palpable fear seems to hover,
the fittest survive, the weak will die.
The laws of nature are not fair,
some will struggle to defy
while others give in to despair.

Virtual Continent Hopping 26 Brasilla, Brazil


phew, that flight was long. 20 hours on a plane. What a way to celebrate my 64th birthday.

We’re going directly to our hotel and catching some much needed rest before we go out for dinner. This is a great time to recap your experiences thus far or do BCoF’s prompts which I’m also sharing.



BCoF Discuss some famous people from Brazil

Famous People

or discuss favorite Brazilian food


or write a recap of our trip thus far.

We were walking into the hotel and all I could smell was this fragrant aroma. Come to find out it is a Brazilian Fish Stew called Moqueca. Well, I was exhausted but there was no way I wasn’t going to give this a try. Frigging amazing. They served it over a rice with a crusty bread. Perfect portions. But after the partying on the plane I need a nap before heading out. I may be a young 64 but I am wise enough to know burning candles at both ends one gets burned. I need to be safe in this city, I’m very aware there’s a lot of covid cases.
Looking out the window I have a better perspective of our hotel. It’s built in a horseshoe shape with all of the hotel overlooking the pool. After I take a nap, I’m going to hit the pool before our reservation at the Taypa Sabores Del Peru. Everyone raves about the Ceviche. It is loaded with shrimp, avocados, tomatoes and cucumbers; all marinated in fresh lime juice. They use cooked or raw shrimp, depending on the season. I definitely won’t be having Ceviche since I have a severe iodine allergy, that’s the last thing I need on my birthday. From what I read, they have some exquisite veggie dishes not that I need to be thinking about food when I just had Moqueca.
I slid open the sliding glass door and inhaled the salt water. Heaven.
Oh my …my bathroom is black and white striped marble with a crazy curved tub with a handheld shower head/nozzle and no doors. Wow. It’s frigging huge. Maybe, my nap can wait a bit longer this has my name all over it.

On my way to the lobby to meet Sandra, Blue, Neva, Petra, Carly and Judith… I couldn’t believe who was in the elevator with me… Gisele Bündchen I wouldn’t have known who she was but the man with her was talking about the next Vogue cover shoot. Oh my, I quickly googled her. She’s Brazil top paid supermodel.

I looked at her and then again at myself. I briefly scolded myself for all the indulgences I’ve enjoyed the last 26 days. I did say briefly because I went back to wondering what desserts would be on the menu.
After doing some research on my phone while waiting for the ladies. I decided my birthday dessert is going to be Quindim. “It’s a traditional Brazilian coconut custard cake made with sugar, egg yolks, and ground coconut. The most popular theory about the origin of the dish suggests that it was invented in the 17th century in the northeast of Brazil by African slaves. However, the excessive usage of egg yolks indicates possible Portuguese roots of the dish, since Portuguese cuisine traditionally uses large amounts of egg yolks. The name quindim stems from the Bantu language, roughly translated to the unusual phrase “the gestures of adolescent girls”.
Today, quindim is one of the most popular desserts in Brazil, often consumed at birthdays, weddings, and christenings.”~ https://www.tasteatlas.com/most-popular-desserts-in-brazil

Mpqueca -Fish Stew– total cooking time 40 min.

1 1/2 to 2 pounds of fillets of firm white fish such as halibut, swordfish, or cod, rinsed in cold water, pin bones removed, cut into large portions
3 cloves garlic, minced
4 tablespoons lime or lemon juice
Freshly ground black pepper
Extra virgin olive oil
1 cup chopped spring onion, or 1 medium yellow onion, chopped or sliced
1/4 cup green onion greens, chopped
1/2 yellow and 1/2 red bell pepper, seeded, de-stemmed, chopped (or sliced)
2 cups chopped (or sliced) tomatoes
1 tablespoon paprika (Hungarian sweet)
3 tablespoons of coriander
Pinch red pepper flakes
1 small bunch of cilantro, chopped and set aside for garnish (optional)
1 14-ounce can coconut milk

Start cooking the onion, bell pepper, tomatoes, onion greens: In a large covered pan (such as a Dutch oven), coat the bottom with about 2 Tbsp of olive oil and heat on medium heat.

Add the chopped onion and cook a few minutes until softened. Add the bell pepper, paprika, and red pepper flakes. Sprinkle generously with salt and pepper. (At least a teaspoon of salt.) Cook for a few minutes longer, until the bell pepper begins to soften.
Stir in the chopped tomatoes and onion greens. Bring to a simmer and cook for 5 minutes, uncovered. Stir in the coriander.

Layer vegetables with fish, add coconut milk: Use a large spoon to remove about half of the vegetables (you’ll put them right back in). Spread the remaining vegetables over the bottom of the pan to create a bed for the fish.

Arrange the fish pieces on the vegetables. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Then add back the previously removed vegetables, covering the fish.

Pour coconut milk over the fish and vegetables. Simmer, cook, adjust seasonings: Bring soup to a simmer, reduce the heat, cover, and let simmer for 15 minutes. Taste and adjust seasonings. You may need to add more salt (likely), lime or lemon juice, paprika, pepper, or chili flakes to get the soup to the desired seasoning for your taste.

Garnish with cilantro. Serve with rice or with crusty bread.

Rice with a bit of help from garlic.
1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
1/2 onion, chopped
1 clove garlic, minced
1 cup white rice
1 3/4 cups boiling water (check your rice package for the appropriate ratio of liquid to rice for the type of rice you are using)
1 teaspoon salt

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)



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.


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.


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


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




don’t worry we have hotel reservations at:


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.


“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

Letter c day 66

I wish my 66 was as entertaining as Route 66 was. In case, you don’t know the history behind my reference to it. My first introduction came in the Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, he called it the mother road. Did you know part of Route 66 overlaps with the Trail of Tears, which documents the Cherokee Indians forced relocation in 1838 from their traditional homelands in the southern Appalachians.  I later learned the history of the road while traveling on it with my daughter Amanda. There was an information sign telling about Cyrus Avery (1871-1963), the Tulsa businessman, that championed the establishment of the highway and helped promote it, earning him the nickname “Father of Route 66.”  I vaguely remember a television show named Route 66 when I was young about two young men traveling on the infamous road with different people.My favorite and best exposure to Route 66 comes from Nat King Cole with his  version of the song Route 66.  Wow, looking for the clip on Youtube, I was surprised to see how many covers of the song there are.

If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way
Take the highway that’s the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66

Now you go through St. Louis
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty
You see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don’t forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino

Won’t you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Won’t you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route 66

I told you Route 66 was more interesting than my 66th day of the letter-c.
I started reading Roald Dahl’s Switch Bitch. I’m enjoying the writing style immensely. His initial opening story was an added bonus with my own writing project. The story is based on diary entries not as brief as I’ve chosen my vignettes to be but equally as engaging.
Culinary and Cancer tools:
Today’s dining pleasure is already prepared, we’re having left-over meatballs but not on pasta (poor Vic) but on zucchini noodles. Yummy!  A side salad to compliment with cherry tomatoes from our garden. Perfect:)
While we’re on culinary, I’ll give you more cancer fighting tools
Olive oil is  anti-inflammatory and antibacterial but many people voice concerns about heating it. Snopes burst the myth, it’s not toxic.
Onions are also anti-inflammatory and antibacterial. I wish I could eat them, I love the flavor but they’re particularly brutal to me. The reflux isn’t controlled by meds.
Lammas or Lughnassadh
The Wiccan in me is looking forward to enjoying the first grain harvest recognition on August 1st.  The word lammas originates from loaf mass, which recognizes wheat. Lugh is the Celtic Sun King and God of Light. We’re grateful for the abundance of light for our crops. It’s also a sad reminder that the days are shortening and the growing season is going to end for another year. Make the most of the harvest, plan for the future.
This will be the first year, I won’t be tossing as much as possible into the freezer for the winter. We’re moving and frozen food doesn’t transport well. Nor is it crucial as it used to be with our ancestors.
I don’t know how many of you remember your parents canning and freezing for the winter. I learned from my grandmother and did it myself for my own family.  Yes, there was a lot of work involved but the payoff was incredible. Picked and canned or frozen right from the garden with no additional additives.
I know I’m making Irish soda bread for hubby and me. but I haven’t decided what else we will have with it. The moon will almost be full, that comes on August 3rd. I need to make sure I recharge my crystals and my tarot cards in my garden altar. I don’t know where my next altar will be yet. I trust Morrighan will guide my way.
And, once August arrives we’re much closer to the next round of diagnostics.  slower than molasses…
hmm,  but did you know it is good for us.

Superhero or simply a perverse fascination with Death



I’m going with Dead Pool because of the weird twists that began in the comic strips with Thanos, Death and Dead Pool. Who doesn’t love quirky romance? Bonus, we’re given quite the story.

Her appearance Lady Death, the personification of death itself, debuted in Captain Marvel #26 in 1973. Lady Death’s powers found her possessing infinite knowledge and power, and often materialized as a humanoid female, residing in an area known as the Realm of Death where she disrupted Thanos’s plans because she struggled with the possibility that he might actually love her. Stephen McFeeley in an interview said, “We talked about his motivation, and much of the motivation connected to Lady Death is about balance,” Feige added. “It’s the balance between life and death, the belief that life was getting unchecked and out of hand and there needed to be a correction. We wanted to make that the driving force of Thanos and his backstory.

Death’s relationship with other villains has varied, she is most famous for her “romance” with Thanos – though she often appeared to shun her would-be-lover, perhaps playing him as somewhat of a fool as her rejection made him ever more determined to prove his worth. In a cruel twist of fate, Thanos once obtained absolute omnipotence in the form of the Infinity Gauntlet only to find that Death still would not address him, this time due to the fact that Thanos was superior to her.




The Deadpool-Thanos-Death Connection: Marvel’s Weirdest Love Triangle



letter-c day 63

Culinary and cancer tool kit:

Buffalo wings and buffalo cauliflower… yummy.   I took the prilosec an hour before dinner as instructed. I thought the chicken and cauliflower came out delicious on the grill. Vic liked the chicken but not the cauliflower. He thought the seasoning was to strong on the cauliflower. I agree that the seasoning was more intense on the cauliflower but I liked it. It’s been two hours since dinner and the only discomfort is in the shoulder but no reflux or vomiting. YAY!

We did an early morning run to the grocery store.  I dread going because everything has increased in price.  We stopped at customer service to complain about the still missing inventory. Why is there still no decaf tea? The clerk said that inventory issues are because of the virus. I asked why other stores are not having trouble getting tea. She said the suppliers are causing the issue. Why would distributors select one grocery store over another?  Did she bother to write down the items that are missing on the shelves. Hell no, she just kept nodding her head. Maybe she’s hoping her brain will fall in place. Sorry, I’m tired of not finding the products I enjoy on the shelf or the clerk taking our request seriously. So screw it, I get my coffee in the mail by subscription now I’m going to get my tea the same way. Twinings has a website and there’s a larger selection than Wegman chooses to offer. Unfortunately, Wegman pushes so much of their own brand that variety is lost when the customer seeks it.   https://twiningsusa.com/collections/decaffeinated

I’m really fond of Nightly Calm and the Peppermint that Twinings carries which have totally vanished from Wegman’s shelves. Did you know Mint has some great qualities to help fight cancer?

Mint is a digestive aid as well as being antimicrobial. I love that relieves indigestion. But did you know it’s rich in vitamin c and beta carotene.

Mushrooms are anti-inflammatory but did you know mushrooms help our immune system, some say it helps us resist cancer.




The weather:

I ‘m glad its been raining. I’m not happy about the wind and the hail. The hail broke a lot of my cucumber and zucchini leaves. The rain pelting and the wind whipping in the last three storms have broken my rose bushes and my gladiolus beds. Gladiolus I was able to bring in and put in vases. But the rose bushes required some major pruning. I did some on the biggest bush but I still have two to go. Rome wasn’t built in a day. But’s that okay.

Did anyone get to see the Comet Neowise? Our sky unfortunately had so much cloud cover the last three nights it hasn’t been possible. If you don’t know about Neowise I’ve included a link. I love looking at the night sky.

How to see Comet NEOWISE

Our next full moon is August 3rd.

Lack of sleep, and migraines:

The storms are raising havoc on my migraines and disrupting the little sleep I’ve been getting so this afternoon Macavity and I grabbed an afternoon siesta. I enjoyed the warmth of his little body wrapped around my legs. The nap helped take the edge off the migraine today and with the meds… I’ll make it until my nerve block on Tuesday. Which leads me to my song choice for today. Another Alice Cooper song. Welcome to my Nightmare.


Welcome to my nightmare
I think you’re gonna like it
I think you’re gonna feel you belong
A nocturnal vacation
Unnecessary sedation
You want to feel at home cause you belong

Welcome to my nightmare, whoa-whoa-oh

Welcome to my breakdown
I hope I didn’t scare you
That’s just the way we are when we come down
We sweat and laugh and scream here
Cause life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my breakdown, whoa-whoa-oh
You’re welcome to my nightmare, yeah-yeah-ah

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you’re gonna like it
I think you’re gonna feel you belong
We sweat and laugh and scream here
Cause life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my nightmare, ooh-ooh-ooh
Welcome to my breakdown

Did you Alice Cooper’s real name is Vincent Damon Furnier and he’s 72 years old. It;s hard to believe his music career has spanned 50 years now.” In 1968, the band learned that Todd Rundgren also had a band called Nazz, and found themselves in need of another stage name. Furnier also believed that the group needed a gimmick to succeed, and that other bands were not exploiting the showmanship potential of the stage. They chose the name “Alice Cooper” largely because it sounded innocuous and wholesome, in humorous contrast to the band’s image and music. The legend that the name came from a session with a ouija board was later discredited. In 1975, Furnier adopted this stage name as his own to avoid legal complications over ownership of the band’s name.[19] Furnier, now known as Alice Cooper, later stated that the name change was one of his most important and successful career moves.”~ Wikipedia

My connection to his music began with School’s Out. But I was more familiar with How You Gonna See Me Now It was my ex-husband’s favorite song, he’d sing it to me after he hurt me, guess he thought it was a good apology.

“Dear darlin’ surprised to hear from me?
Bet you’re sittin’ drinkin’ coffee, yawnin’ sleepily
Just to let you know
I’m gonna be home soon
I’m kinda awkward and afraid
Time has changed your point of view
How you gonna see me now
Please don’t see me ugly babe
‘Cause I know I let you down
In oh so many ways
How you gonna see me now
Since we’ve been on our own
Are you gonna love the man
When the man gets home” Lyric Find
My reaction to his drunken behavior mirrored another one of Cooper’s song. Never Cry.
If there is a tear on my face
It makes me shiver to the bones
It shakes me, Babe
It’s just a heartache that got in my eye
And you know I never cry, I never cry
Sometimes I drink more than I need
Until the TV’s dead and gone
I may be lonely
But I’m never alone
And the night may pass me by
But I’ll never cry
Take away, take away my eyes
Sometimes I’d rather be blind
Break a heart, break a heart of stone
Open it up but don’t you leave it alone
’cause that’s all I got to give you
Believe me Babe, it ain’t been used
My heart’s a virgin, its never been tried
And you know I’ll never cry
And you know I’ll never cry
And you know I’ll never cry
Never cry, I’ll never cry
Break a heart, break a heart of stone
’cause that’s all I got to give you
Believe me Babe, it ain’t been used
My heart’s a virgin, its never been tried
And you know I’ll never cry
Never cry
I’ll never cry
Source: Lyric Find
I hid the pain all the time. Unfortunately, I still feel the need to mask my pain, my sadness. Letting people in I’ve learned invites more pain. It’s easier for me to write it, doesn’t matter who reads it or doesn’t. But I don’t actually have to maneuver the questions.
You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.” – Bob Marley
”Challenges are part of life; We weaken our spirit, when we act in fear and lose hope. But we strengthen our spirit, when we fearlessly with faith and hope, rise up to meet and conquer the challenges.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita
Alice Cooper reminded me of a poem I wrote a while back about illusions.
The Red and The Black©

Debonair in a black tuxedo and top hat,
he entered the room with a haughty confidence.
Dashingly handsome in his borrowed finery
men and women alike envious of his allure.
Oblivious to all, his eyes scanned the room
seeking the vain wealthy woman in flaming red.
He strode with determined arrogance but
she did not turn but continued with her story.
Entertaining all the handsomely attired men
with her amusing tale and seductive voice.
Sensing his presence but wanting to hold him at bay
the ambitious young carpenter knew he must make a move.
The rules of upper class society be damned, only wanting his prey
he spun her to him in a forceful manner, sweeping her away.
Arousing the tempers of her youthful entourage,
she fluttered her fan holding them at bay
He pressed his hard muscled body against her while dancing
knowing the effect he was having on her, eager to score.
Whispered words of endearment and encouragement, he hopes
success is within his reach, however, remembering his last bitter failure
he knows, he must slow down and make the illusion last.

We all have our illusions, some would say they’re more like delusions.

30 day movie challenge~ Exorcist




A movie/film that scared me was the Exorcist. I saw it at the drive-in with my date for the evening. He brought me back to the trailer where I resided alone. Every sound outside seemed intensified as I tried to sleep. I couldn’t/ didn’t sleep. The movie seemed to be on replay over and over because at the time I was personally questioning my own faith as many sixteen year olds do.

I thought the characters gave an exceptional performance especially Linda Blair as Regan. It was novel at the time to see everything through the protagonist’s eyes. To me it felt like we were even closer seeing it that way.

I didn’t know at the time,the movie was based on a novel by William Peter Blatty, who had in turn based his novel on a real-life exorcism in 1949 of a boy (‘Roland Doe’, about fourteen years old at the time) who allegedly was possessed of a demon. I wasn’t familiar with exorcisms until after I had seen the movie and then read the book. I was fascinated and terrified that it could happen. If you’re curious, this is a really good analysis of the movie.

Analysis of ‘The Exorcist’




I find the music comforting now even though the movie upset me watching it. When I began writing about the darker times in my life this soundtrack was helpful for my muse.

letter-c day 57

This day began pleasant enough with my black coffee, Macavity and Queenie by Candice Carty- Williams. I finished the book with Macavity sprawled across my lap while I read. Then I joined the husband for blueberry muffins, honeydew and  fresh blueberries while we played two games of cribbage once our window to eat opened. We typically only eat in an 8 hour window.

I wrote another stream of consciousness response to the prompt word, link. It was fun writing it on the Ipad with Macavity putting his paw on the screen disrupting my typing. He was in quite the playful mood before he conked out.

Book review:

The book is about a Jamaican woman living in the UK working for magazine company.  Her white boyfriend broke up with her, and insisted she be the one to move. He made more money. Her relocation based on her finances wasn’t ideal but at least she wasn’t on the street. Her contacts on a dating app led to one night risky sex and multiple visits to a clinic to make sure she didn’t get something.  Upon one visit, her doctor became concerned that she had been sexually assaulted because of the vaginal bruising and bite marks and suggested she seek help. Her self esteem was the real issue, she didn’t think she deserved better so now her personal and work life were escalating to self-destruct.  Queenie’s job was at risk because a co-worker claimed she was stalking him when in fact it was the other way around. She was suspended and had to move back in with her grandparents. Now, she was at rock-bottom and the only light in that tunnel was a counselor named Janet. Janet was very helpful when Queenie needed it most. The ending wasn’t cookie cutter perfect but it did show her life evolving in the direction it needed for her to find happiness.

I could relate to the self-destructive behavior and hitting rock bottom. I’ve been there. I didn’t think I was deserving of love let alone being treated nice just like Queenie. When you’ve been told your whole life you’re nothing, it’s hard to see yourself otherwise.  Thankfully, my present life isn’t in that place now or it wasn’t until my husband decided to open his mouth. Yeah, this post has now turned into a vent.

I don’t need more frustration or aggravation in my life because my hubby thinks I should have emails addy’s included on my phone for everyone in my contacts. WTF??? I don’t use my phone for emailing people. I don’t need to. I don’t want to be that connected to my phone. I get emails on my computer and that’s just where I want them to stay. So what does he say when I say I have no need to have them on my phone, that I’m just like his mother. I’m choosing to be intellectually and technologically incompetent. Ask me what I thinking… fuck you, dear! Yup, I’m pissed.

I could post Lily Allen’s song FUCK You but the lyrics address racism and hatred but he’s not either one of them. He’s just annoying. So instead, I’ve chosen Courtney Barnett’s I’m Not Your Mother, I’m Not Your Bitch. I told you my music taste is all over the place. Eclectic and sometimes down right selective! Almost poetic here.

I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
I hear you mutter under your breath
Put up or shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change
I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
D-did I stutter a little bit?
Sit down and shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change
I try my best at being patient
But I can’t only put up with so much shit
I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
I hear you mutter under your breath
Put up or shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Courtney Barnett
I’m Not Your Mother, I’m Not Your Bitch lyrics © Third Side Music Inc
Dining tonight isn’t arsenic yet, though it could easily change.
There are three things a wise man should fear, a storm at sea, a night with no moon, and a woman’s anger.
I’m poaching tilapia and making a salad to go with the left over pasta and basil pesto. I picked the kale, lettuce, and swiss chard early this morning before the heat of the day. It doesn’t taste as good once it’s been overheated.  By the looks of the next few day, my veggies are definitely going to be stressed with this heat spell. Looks like I’ll be watering every morning and night.
Once we’ve finished the tilapia off we have in the freezer I won’t be replacing it because everything I’ve read lately indicates farm raised fish is more dangerous for us than wild.
Culinary pharmacy:
Halibut is anti-inflammatory in addition to being loaded with omega 3 fatty acids but there’s conflicting information on its value. So this I’ll leave up to you.
Kale, we already talked about with cabbage. It’s anti-inflammatory.
Leeks like garlic and onions is anti-inflammatory and antibacterial.

“Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.” ~Stephen KingBag of Bones

letter-c day 46

46 consecutive days of blogging almost a record for me. I made it 90 days one another time. Maybe I’ll surpass my previous record this time.

The weather alerts are blowing up our phones. The sky went from a hazy blue to a very definitive stormy looking one. Yay, no lugging water for my veggies, or dragging the water hose around for the flower gardens. Speaking of flower beds, I posted a couple of years back a picture of my rose bush. I couldn’t believe how much it has grown since then.

They’ve completely covered the fence and grown over to the hostas. They’re very happy with their coffee grounds, chopped banana peels and eggshells every month and corn meal every March and September.

Charlie Daniels passed today. He was 83.  He’s probably most noted for “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” a 1979 song about a fiddling duel between the devil and a whippersnapper named Johnny, Daniels originally called the devil a “son of a bitch,” but changed it to “son of a gun.”  I love how he made a fiddle sound. He was the best, although Alison Krauss and Mark O’Connor tried to outshine him.

Just like there is no other guitar player that can top Jimi Hendrix. I know Chuck Berry, Eddie Van Halen, Eric Clapton all tried but no way.

Just like when it comes to saxophones, no one can top John Coltrane in my opinion. He knows how to make it come alive. My favorites vary but I know what I love. Some say my music taste are eclectic.


My music, my reading choices, my hobbies are all signs of a well lived life because they all show how it has evolved continously. For that matter my friend choices are from all different walks of life and ages.

Books I’m currently reading are Churchill’s Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare by Gile Hilton. It’s a fascinating behind the scenes of the UK and Hitler in the early days. I’m working my way through Ursula Le Guin’s Steering the Craft, Lisa Cron’s Wired for Story and Writing the Life Poetic by Sage Cohen. Churchill I save for nighttime. The writing books I use during the day as stimuli for my writing and editing. My muse needs lots of guidance. Sometimes my rebellious muse needs more than words so I grab my camera which I did over the weekend. This was a shot I captured of a seagull just after it took flight at sunrise.DSC_0183

I’m working on a short story for Esther Chilton’s contest with the line required and this picture as my muse.  I didn’t know what had happened. Not at first. And then I knew.  I’m having fun working on it, which considering all that’s on my plate I need this kind of distraction. I’ll post it when I’m done.

My sweater crochet project has 8 new rows on it. I would have been further but I discovered I dropped several stitches which really changed the alignment of the double crochet clusters. So I had to rip some out. GRRRR

Letter-c  in case your wondering, I’ve got you shoved to the back of my mind. I can’t/ won’t allow more of my time, it’s bad enough you’re stealing my sleep still. I barely sleep as it is and you’re stealing that. One more day of mindless waiting. Though I’m dreading more delays, which I know is probably likely because the doctor will want to wait for the diagnostic tests on August 11th. That makes you happy doesn’t it, letter-c.   I’m going to keep my food battle against you in high gear, so don’t go smirking too much.

 More Culinary tools for fighting cancer

Cashews, yummy. Even better they’re copper rich and have the potential for suprressing tumors.

Cauliflower, we discussed yesterday with cabbage.

Celery is an anti-inflammatory. It’s also great for reducing blood pressure, too!

I have a funny story about celery. Back in school bus driving days , I would take a whole of celery, washed and cut into pieces with me everyday while I drove. I had done this for months consecutively. I complained about feeling light headed so I went to the hospital. The triage nurse couldn’t believe I had driven a school bus to the hospital with my blood pressure so low. Come to find out, you can overdo celery. Don’t eat it excessively, it does reduce your blood pressure. I already had low blood pressure so I compounded the situation.

Nothing exciting on the menu today, using the remainder of the  tuna casserole left-overs Right now I’m thinking about a chunk of sharp cheese and a granny smith apple to tie me over. Trying to keep my stress eating reined in, too!

Birthday approaching

Hard to believe CJ’s going to be 16 on the tenth of this month. CJ, is my second son, Chris’s boy. CJ already towers over me and I’m not short for my age.  Nor is his dad short and CJ is really close to passing him too. The doctor thought CJ would be easily 6 foot 7. He’s got a helluva start.

In my youth, I was 6 foot, now at least according to the last doctor’s appointment I’m 5 foot 10 inches. They lie to you about the golden years on every level. It’s more than getting old… you get creak and groans, you shrink, and your body malfunctions. WTF?????

it leaves you quick
and it never comes back”
― Emmy Marucci


“I was thinking about how people seem to read the bible a lot more as they get older, and then it dawned on me—they’re cramming for their final exam.” ― George Carlin


I haven’t taken up reading the bible so I guess I have time yet.