Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Spellcheck, where are you when we need you (Thursday13)

(Or, rather, "spelchek ware r u wen we need u)


bear bier beer bare bayer

tear tier tare

pair pear peer pare

right rite wright write

ware where we're were

flour flower (and if youre from the south) floor

holey holy wholly

you're your yore

heir hair here hear

bore boar boor

four fore for

whale wale wail

desert desert dessert

new thursday 13


Sunday, June 25, 2017

Billy Collins "Forgetfulness"


Thank you to Boud for reminding me about this delightful poem about the way the mind turns on us, one cell at a time...

Billy Collins "Forgetfulness"

There is even an audio if you prefer to listen. Frankly I think  he writes better than he reads,  but it's still a good poem...

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

It's only Monday and already it's way too interesting...



The older I get, the harder it is for me to deal with phone calls.  Oh, I love getting them, I just have trouble making them.  This morning I had to Deal With The Bank, and change my debit card, because the wind apparently shifted at one point and just to be sure, they issued me a new card, which I had to activate on the phone.  I hate this.

I did just fine with the card itself, and then it came to date of birth,  Now I should know this, right. I looked at what was the expiration date and it looked like a good birth date (my husband's actually) so I started in on that, suddenly realizing it wasn't mine at all and I had no idea what mine was.

So I hung up and started over.  This time we got allll the way to the end,  I was still sitting upright, even remembered my password.   Then I had a nap.


Saturday, June 17, 2017

I feel like I'm chasing cats ( 6WS)



Sometimes
I feel like I'm chasing cats
that refuse to come in at dark.
Every inducement falls flat
and there is no special food,
no honeyed tone or stern command,
to force a cat--or a poem--
to come when called.
You have to wait it out
listen for the scratch at the door
that says, it's cold, it's raining,
let me in.
And sometimes
leaving it out all night
in the dark
is the only thing that works.

6WS

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

monday, monday

Two weeks ago  Monday was a party at a cousin's house,  an all-out, catered, band-playing celebration for a son who just got his PHD in one of the nuclear sciences (and that is as close as I can get to it)--it was an outdoor party, replete with a food tent, the band, local caterers,  the honored son, 100 or so of their closest friends and relatives, and rain.

No one seemed to mind.  The six grandkids, all under the age of 5, had a wonderful time running and running and running...the band, all over the age of 60, had a wonderful time playing and playing and playing for well over 6 hours straight...

Before we left home I debated if maybe a heavy sweater might be too much, and brought along a felt jacket too, just in case it got chilly.  lol.  I don't think it  got much above 40 all day.  We all huddled in the tent with the heater until the band cranked up and then we all  huddled a bit further away.

By six o'clock I had consumed three cheeseburgers,  at least six bakery cupcakes (the kind with the GOOD icing), and little else.  I could no longer feel my fingers, and my husband, mr. "I love the cold weather" finally admitted he was actually cold too.  It rained harder.  But it was fun, and I'd not have missed it for the world.   =)