Overcoming Bloglessness


Morton’s Fork

Daily Prompt If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why? via Morton's Fork.

Morton’s Fork

To blog or not to blog;
that is the query.
Reading, writing,
either way
Our butts are sedentary.

Bucolic Plague!



A word of caution to tourists: Keep your windows rolled up when driving through the countryside to avoid contracting the bucolic plague.

The first symptom is mooing out the window. See a doctor if you or a loved one exhibits this symptom.


Daily Prompt

Sounds Right This is clearly subjective, but some words really sound like the thing they describe (personal favorites: puffin; bulbous; fidgeting). Do you have an example of such a word (or, alternatively, of a word that sounds like the exact opposite of what it refers to)? What do you think creates this effect?

via Sounds Right.


Weather Moods

Daily Prompt Climate Control.
How does the weather affect your mood?

Dark, dreary days can make me feel gloomy and bored; especially if it’s too dark out to take pictures.  Why go outside if you can’t take pictures? I’ll just stare at the computer or the television and be inert.

Unless there’s a rainbow. Rainbows perk me up.

On bright, snowy days, even if it’s below freezing outside, I feel ambitious.  I can’t wait to get out for a walk or to shovel snow; anything to burn some calories and get some sun. 018

Unless it’s windy. Wind makes my ears ache and my nose runs and my eyes water so I can’t see the birds and I can’t see to take pictures. I don’t like windy.
When it’s windy and sunny I’m tricked into thinking It’s nice out and I start making outdoor plans, until  I see the grasses bending flat down and and the windicator standing straight out. Wind makes me crabby.

Hang on little buddy!

Hang on little buddy!

Unless it’s a dust storm. When the farmer’s freshly furrowed dirt is blowing away in clouds and the wind is howling  it’s kind of exciting. I like to hunker down and watch a storm; as long as I don’t have to hang wet blankets over the windows like they did in the dust bowl days.
Hot weather makes me feel lethargic and lazy. Hot weather drives me to drink.

On perfect spring days like today I want to be outside all day; working or playing, it doesn’t matter which.  I can’t sit here, in front of the computer when skies are blue.  That would be a waste of sunshine.

Therefore, I bid you a fond adieu.





In the old days before there was such a thing as a bus pass or a kiosk or a debit card, we paid for a bus ride with coins dropped into a fare box; a quarter for Mom and a nickel for me. They made a lovely jangling sound, tumbling down.

Downtown there were special sidewalks that lit up when you walked on them. It was a mystery, when I was little. How did they do that? I was a bit disappointed when I figured it out; all I was seeing was light from the basement level of Meier and Frank’s.


Daily Prompt:

Going Obsolete.

The Chick Report


The Chick Report

Here’s my brooder made from a recycled recycling bin with an oven rack for a screen.
I had it in the garage at first, but it’s easier to regulate the temperature indoors. Besides, I like the sound of their peeps. I’ll miss that when they move outside.
The  coop is ready. I’ll plant some flowers and make it look girly. It’s a small coop. It might get bigger someday. The chickens can run loose in the yard when they’re old enough.



The chicks have grown a lot in the 10 days I’ve had them. Their wings feathers and tails are coming along nicely.


Today I gave them a log to play with; something to jump off of and sleep on. They like it.


Don’t you do it! 
This one is Kitty.  No, Betty.  Bunny.  No.   Names haven’t stuck yet.

I sit in the afternoon sun with the chicks on my lap in a little flannel blanket nest.  They look out the window until they fall asleep.


I’m enjoying my little chicks. Mr. Raven likes them too. I haven’t seen him hold one though. Probably, when I’m not looking…

Ring of Fire.



Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door.
Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.


There’s not much color here in early spring; not like back home where yards are gaudy and lush by now. The backyard here is all brown fence and grey rock with just a bit of green beginning to show in the lawn. Three raised beds are barren, but for the stickery raspberry canes and their supports. Firewood is stacked neatly along the fence and the fire pit holds two large logs, ready to light on a starlit night. Dad’s battered old wheelbarrow and our new one stand idle together, propped up against the shed where the canoe hangs, waiting. You might see a flash of bluebird or a red breasted robin splashing in the birdbath, but nothing’s blooming yet. Nothing. So I bought daffodils.

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

by William Wordsworth



Thank Goodness for Pee-Chee

Daily Prompt: Land of Confusion.
Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!

Thank Goodness for Pee-Chee!

I hated math. It stressed me out. I just wasn’t good at it. I think that’s why I have an aversion to Sudoku. It’s not fun, like math.

We didn’t have calculators in my day.  We had to do it the hard way: sneaking a peek at the multiplication table inside our Pee-Chees.
(image: Rain Jokinen)

Here’s a method of multiplying so interesting, I actually found myself doing multiplication problems for fun!
What?! I know, crazy, right?

Read more: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/the-pee-chee-folder-illustrated-by-the-most-interesting-man-in-the-world-43192770/#WrJyUcXC8qQCggiZ.99

Puff, The Magic Dragon


Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me.

A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes.  Photographers, artists, poets: show us PAST.


Puff the Magic Dragon

I spent the night next door, at Melody’s house whenever she babysat me.  We usually slept in her mom’s double bed, since her mom worked nights.

We were looking at Mad magazines, hanging our heads off the foot of the bed when Puff came on the radio.  As soon as we heard the first notes we  squealed simultaneously and threw ourselves back up to the head of the bed, closer to the radio which Melody turned up loud.   Puff the Magic Dragon was our favorite song.

After we’d fallen asleep Melody’s older brother Richard came in and scooped me up out of bed.  “Do you want to sleep in my room now, in the bunk beds?”  Well, you bet I did!  I’d never slept in bunk beds.

I wanted the top bunk, but Richard said we had to share the bottom bunk because I might fall off the top.  He turned off the light and we spooned in the bottom bunk.

It was cozy, cuddling like that, but I was uncomfortable, unused to this kind of attention from Richard who usually shooed me away.

I laid still and tried to fall to sleep, but I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling, pressed up against my backside, between me and Richard.   Was it a toy?    I couldn’t imagine what kind of toy would feel like that.

Then I felt something wet and  I wondered if he’d wet the bed, just a little.

He sent me away after that, back to sleep with Melody in her mom’s bed.


Telepathic Coffee Spill

Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone.

Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SURREAL.

Telepathic Coffee Spill

I had just dropped off the kids at the sitter’s and was driving to work when I felt a hot sensation on my left thigh.  It felt like I had spilled hot coffee on my lap, but I didn’t have any coffee.  It was weird.  I jokingly explained to myself that Mr. Raven must have spilled his coffee on his lap on his way to work and that I felt it, because we were so in tune with each other.

We worked for the same company then; me at the front desk where he picked up his work orders.  That’s where we’d met, just months before.

When he came in that morning the first thing I noticed was the large, dark spot on the thigh of his overalls.  He had indeed spilled his coffee on his lap.  I really had felt it.  We had some kind of telepathic connection.

He was not as amazed as I was.  He claimed that things like that happen all the time, if one is paying attention.

That was more than 30 years ago.   We often get into each other’s heads and speak each other’s thoughts, but I’ve never again experienced that level of telepathic connection.   At least I don’t think I have.

Maybe I just haven’t been paying attention.