Already knew this man’s contrary going on a date may be scary but being grounded helps better than taking scalps or hoping he’ll ask me to marry
Bird watching:
We had an interesting visitor on our wedding anniversary. It wasn’t easy capturing him with my camera with the cobweb blocking me from removing the window screen to get a better view.
Isn’t he stunning? I enjoyed seeing him but he did make all the other birds disappear except for the woodpecker who continued indulging on the suet.
The sharp-shinned hawk aka (Accipiter striatus) is a small hawk. The males are the smallest hawks in the United States and Canada, but are glorious to watch.
Crochet:
I’m still working on Sully for Olyvia while I’m laying low on activity with the air cast.
It started with a three eye roll oozing with a bit of contempt but for her t’was rather droll because she believed she was exempt.
Oozing with a bit of contempt the horns rose to mock the halo because she believed she was exempt bearing the royal name Veilleux.
The horns rose to mock the halo beneath the blood covered fingers bearing the royal name Veilleux. She spewed many crude zingers.
Beneath the blood covered fingers but for her t’was rather droll. She spewed many crude zingers. It started with a three eye roll.
16 lines
I chose a Pantoum because I wanted to try a different form than I typically explore. The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.
The design is simple:
Line 1 Line 2 Line 3 Line 4
Line 5 (repeat of line 2) Line 6 Line 7 (repeat of line 4) Line 8
Continue with as many stanzas as you wish, but the ending stanzathen repeats the second and fourth lines of the previous stanza (as its first and third lines), and also repeats the third line of the first stanza, as its second line, and the first line of the first stanza as its fourth. So the first line of the poem is also the last.
Last stanza:
Line 2 of previous stanza Line 3 of first stanza Line 4 of previous stanza Line 1 of first stanza
seriously, give me a dang break sincerity, yours is clearly fake you….. promised to be there said you really care…. I don’t need this headache or heartache
I’ve been working on Olyvia’s birthday present while I’m laid up. She’s a huge fan of Monster’s Inc. It’s been quite a long time since I’ve worked on toys. I used to make crocheted toys all the time when my children were younger. John had a blue and white rabbit, Chris had a dragon and Amanda had Humpty Dumpty that I had done when they were born. There were other crocheted toys over the years. I don’t know why I stopped.
Last year a friend asked if I could make him Finn from Adventure Time. It was actually an easy pattern and I enjoyed it. Then he asked about Forky from Toy Story, so I did Forky.
I asked my daughter if Olyvia would like Woody and Jesse from Toy Story. She said, Olyvia would but she would really love Mike Wazowski and Sully. Her favorite movie is Monster’s Inc. So I did Mike and I’m working on Sully.
I’m a klutz . I fell on September 30th lugging boxes downstairs for our trip to Maine on October 2nd. I missed the dang step. Yeah, it hurt but I didn’t think too much of it. It was sore but one expects that when you fall. It didn’t bruise so I thought I escaped the bullet. It was uncomfortable to bear weight but I figured it would go away But unfortunately, last Monday (19th) my ankle turned dark purple and the swelling was spreading up into my leg. So I made an appointment with an orthopedic. Ex-ray wasn’t conclusive enough on the ankle but they were able to determine I had a heel spur, tore my achilles and a hairline fracture of my foot. Naturally, let’s do more tests so I had the MRI done. Stay off the foot, use crutches and we’ll see you on the 28th. We discuss then if you need surgery because the MRI will tell us more about the achilles and how bad it’s torn and what’s going on with the ankle. By the way, we recommend compression knee high socks so you need to get those for your boot that you’ll be fitted for on the 28th.
If it hadn’t been a pandemic, I would’ve had the MRI the same day and this would already be done. Got to make the appointment online, wait for them to call you back do their screening and then they’ll schedule you.
Anyway to make a long story short… I’ve been hanging out in a recliner with my foot elevated putting a lot of Voltaren creme on it and crocheting. If you have any kind of pain, Voltaren works really well with the direct application to the area. Between that and taking the Diclofenac which is the pill form of Voltaren I’ve been reasonably comfortable until I do the hop to the bathroom or navigate the stairs to come down in the morning or go back up at night for bed.
Olyvia gave me a talking too about my reading. Apparently, I’m not reading enough. I just finished Ray Bradbury’s The Halloween Tree ( excellent) and Roald Dahl’s Book of Ghost Stories. She’s read more books than me plus done her schoolwork. I took the lecture in good grace because I couldn’t simply say I’ve bee crocheting her birthday present.
A single glowing orb casted light upon my love’s dark, silken mane for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.
I fear she chose the angle to hide her fright from my rage because every word was a strain. A single glowing orb casted light
adding to my agony beholding this night. Oh the sorrow, if only there wasn’t pain for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.
Did she abandon living out of spite, just to mock our love. Is she really that vain? A sing glowing orb casted light
I will find a way to set things right for I will not be known as a cruel swain for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.
Lovers all have moments they feel contrite we mustn’t let our happy memories be slain. A single glowing orb casted light for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.
19 lines
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
I heard the man order a cold beer but twas lukewarm, like a woman’s tear when her heart was broken by careless words spoken cos, the bachelor gave into fear.
black mantel lace drooped over dull brass doors covered with finger smudges hiding the lonely logs left inside an ignored fireplace where a cat once slept and lovers used to snuggle
the sunlight exposed missed dust bunnies windows that haven’t budged covered with an intricate web
mocking the wind scattering orange and red leaves beneath low hanging gray clouds boasting approaching changes
the prompt is PURSE I played with it a bit, five stanzas of 9/9/6/6/9 limerick fun.
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
what used to be so easy to do it’s not what it was tying my shoe my toes are where they were balance makes me unsure but you act like I don’t have a clue
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
Oh dear, what are you glaring at now you look like you’ve swallowed a dang cow oops I forget my teeth I need glue underneath I needed more time than you allow
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
Now Handsome Jack wasn’t known to be slack with a raise of his brow the bats scattered as the pumpkin smirked and the black cat meowed and the holy white crosses all fell back
The moon’s glow added a mysterious glimmer as he stared straight at his next victim oops, decadent woman of the hallowed night making his rowdy blood and the red mist simmer
His attire mocked the average dressed Poe with ruffled sleeves and a raised collar jacket cinched tight with Lenore dangling from his belt, he hoped would cause a row.
Handsome Jack made his intent blatantly clear Annabelle would come willingly to his side replacing Marie Laveau in a fiery flash but there’s more to the story then might appear
The cat and the pumpkin placed their bets as the two men snickered and bickered the merits of a woman’s worth but neither remembered a woman never forgets.
A woman’s fury is worse than gates of hell Bats and cats both are very aware that only a foolish grinning pumpkin and a man sporting a hat would ring that bell.
We took a car load of stuff to my family (granddaughters and son) in Maine. It was great going home again. I’ve missed them immensely with all the stuff happening. My doctors were adamant about me being quarantined with all the tests. Fine, we made it through the first batch. I have a little bit before they begin again, and hopefully everything will be fine. No everything will be fine. I refuse to think otherwise. Letter c, I will not let you win.
It was interesting going to dinner with the two oldest granddaughters and having margaritas. I’ve had wine with the oldest granddaughter last year when she visited at a restaurant in NYC. It felt awkward at first to me. Most grandparents don’t ever see themselves drinking with the grandchildren. But this time was with both girls at a Mexican restaurant near them named El Rodeo.
I chuckled because when I visit my Navy son we usually go to El Rodeo by where he lives. Both make exceptionally good margaritas. The food is good but not five star like the drinks.
The girls and I enjoyed our dining and drinking experience while Vic patiently endured. Three women together and drinking, it is hard to get a word in. Vic graciously drove their inebriated selves home and then took us back to the hotel.
Not having my gallbladder has made drinking interesting though, I have less of a tolerance for consumption than before the surgery. Or maybe my liver is more sensitive now. Who knows. Not that I drink heavily or even daily but I do enjoy the occasional indulgence.
Anyway, the lime margaritas were wicked good while I had them but they soon departed, making quite the mess all over me inside the car. Nope, I didn’t even make it to the room. Nor did Vic get angry at me. I’m so lucky to have such an awesome husband.
Luckily, no headache or leftover reactions once I did reject the margaritas. I was surprised that I didn’t have the reflux I’ve been cursed with since this all began. I’m really curious about that since my food was spicy too.
My granddaughters found that quite amusing. Needless to say… they laughed a lot. It was a memorable night and hopefully, we’ll have many more but this Grandma will probably skip the alcohol. Although, I did have a drink with my son two nights later and no consequences but that drink was very weak compared to El Rodeo’s. We’ll see, I know better than to say never.
It was simply awesome not thinking about my health just enjoying good conversation with my loved ones. No politics, no religion, no health, or death conversations. It’s been a very long time since that has happened especially since Johnny’s passing.
I did hear the chimes ringing at your Dad’s Johnny. Annie has puppies, you would have been so excited. Dad’s okay. Mom’s getting another tribute for you on her truck in pink since the moose destroyed the other one. Yup, Mom’s truck collided with a moose. Truck survived the moose didn’t.
Oh yeah, Debbie got a bear up in the Forks. She was quite pleased. Your Dad and Debbie are going to have matching bear skin rugs. Dad was beaming telling us all about it especially telling Deb it was only a short way to the bear when it was a lot longer. But you know how your Dad is, he enjoys yanking people’s chains. He always did yours. You were missed immensely. It’s hard to believe your birthday is just nine days away. You would have been 15, nagging for a learner’s permit and working on the truck you bought non-stop. We love you, Johnny so much. No, it doesn’t get easier with out you. The pain is always with us. I saw your sisters, they miss you too.
I was sad to see so many of the trees missing their leaves. I was looking forward to the colorful leaves but Mother Nature had other plans. She came through with sixty mile hour gusts and knocked a lot of the leaves off the trees.
Eddie Van Halen passed away today. He lost his battle with the letter c. He wasn’t Hendrix but he was good. I loved what he could do with his instrument. I decided to write a tribute poem using his song titles.
silenced guitar strings strum damn stillness shatters my ears right now in a pitter patter array running with the devil spread out like dirty movies that once mourned sinners swing
silenced guitar strings strum a vibrating whisper why can’t this be love finish what ya started fore they make it about a little guitar or drop dead legs.
silenced guitar strings strum in a simple rhyme, Pretty woman… I’ll wait for the ice cream man… eruption dances the night away in atomic punk until death, really got him in a house of pain
RIP in Eddie Van Halen
On a happier note, I was notified one of my poems was published today in Black Poppy Review.
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