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Indeed it snowed

Indeed my teenage daughters built a snow fort (the second of winter! after many years of no forts!)

Indeed it is spring

Indeed my m key is sticking

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Cat Walk

black ice boot tracks

footprints in the snow

sidewalk running

[now a line that rhymes, but I HATED and therefore deleted it. You can figure it out because you are so smart!]

ipsilateral/contralateral

cat gait trot pace

howling at the moon

crust snow, rust snow

pink blue

glow

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I remembered a tiny piece of a dream from last night. But I warn you—it was very scary!

I walk into the kitchen in the morning and the bag of frozen poppy seed bagels is ON THE COUNTER, left out overnight, thawing in the room temperature air!!!

Are you all right? I know it was scary. Don’t worry—when I really woke up and went into the kitchen to make breakfast, the bagels were safe and sound in the freezer. Whew!

It sort of reminds me of this.

Now I will tell you something else scary that happened today and it was NOT in a dream.

I was at the DOT (Department of Transportation, but I’ve also seen the monikers RMV and DMV and BMV. I wish the Commonwealth would make up its mind!), and I saw a man with head fat. Yes. It’s true. He had a roll of fat on the back of his head.

Why do I share this? I don’t know. I know it’s not right to speak poorly of a person because of his/her appearance but I’m in a state of shock. Maybe the American diet really is as bad as they say.

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I’ll prolly miss Hubby a lot when he is out of the country next week.

Prolly if I were a good Buddhist, I wouldn’t anticipate this state of affairs because I’d be living in the now.

I’ll prolly never use prolly in speech, that is orally.

Prolly, you think orally is a funny word. I sure do. Aurally? not as funny.

It makes me feel young, as in like a child young, when I think about the word prolly.

I lay awake with excitement the other night when I was thinking about writing about the word prolly and how many ways I could use it.

This whole post makes me feel giddy.

Have you noticed that many of the words I’m using have double consonants? Just look at that first sentence up top. Prolly you noticed because you are smart and observant. I expect nothing less from my stalwart readers.

Prolly I’m about done and don’t have as much for singing the praises of prolly as I first thought.

I know you’ve all seen this if you’ve been anywhere near Facebook in the last couple of years, but this post made me think of it. Prolly you thought of it, too.

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If that doesn’t tickle your fancy, perhaps this will; or perhaps could be put to some practical use?

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Every fall the apples are more beautiful than the last. The Ida Reds. The Macs. The ever-popular and only-available-for-a-little-while, not-very-good-keepers Macouns. All of the ones I never try. The glaze, the sheen, the burnished surface covered in beads of moisture. In all my life, I have never eaten apples as delicious and crisp and prettily dewy as the ones we get in the Valley. Pleasure is not an adequate word.

Yesterday morning, in the front yard, no mushroom. Yesterday afternoon, this:

School has begun. She never rode a bus to school before. Strange, hunh?


Did we experience our last beach day of 2012? I’m hoping not. I know it’s not a very beachy photo, but it’s my favorite-ever-in-the-world bracelet or at least one of them and I love the way it washes and shines after being in the ocean. How about those age spots? It doesn’t get much hotter than that. Can’t we think of a better name than age spots? Do you think the home remedy that I found on the web that involves lemon juice and vinegar would really work?

I remember the first age spot I ever got. Hawaii, 1995. Yup. I can still identify it. It’s the biggish weird-shaped one to the far left just above the bracelet.

I’m not sure any more of the names of the 8 wrist bones. They are small, cute, important, intricately formed, and a wonder of evolutionary advantage. I know I could look them up, but I’d never remember the names anyway. Here’s a mnemonic for them in case you want to try. But you kinda hafta know which bone you’re starting with. Good luck!

Some Lovers Try Positions That They Can’t Handle

I’d like to hear this speech at one of the Conventions.

I am thinking of changing the photo at the top of my blog, as bored as I am right now. Possibilities include photos of other rocks.

Here are some of the mini-cairns I’ve been making in my garden. It’s not so easy to balance a stone with a rounded surface, but by gum, I’ve done it. Even in the heavy, heavy rain of 2 night’s ago, the 2 top stones didn’t tumble off and no stones have dislodged (I just wanted to use the word dislodge cause it makes me feel smart).

Here are some more of my garden rocks. I love the long, oddly-shaped one that looks like a tool, but it’s just a natural ocean rock as far as I know. Not like the arrowhead I have on my desk that was shaped by human hands.

See the little rock of Ohio? It doesn’t get much better than that. It’s greyish-clear. You cannot believe it. I wish you could hold it, it’s really quite lovely.

Okay, another [final?] beach photo, because I am so vain

FIN

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weir

withy

wattle

repository

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Slackery, though it’s not a word, makes a great word, dontchathink?

Fear not, my pets, for I have not abandoned you. Abandoned looks so strange…

I have a manuscript deadline (yippee!!!) and many other goings-on.

Then there’s the upcoming 2 Wilco shows in one week (CRAZY and INDULGENT, sez I). I thought I’d qualify that and let you know that I don’t really want to see them 2ce in one week, but we were COMPED tickets by a rather famous local guitarist, a co-parent from our school. So I sez to Hubby, I do not want to go to the show on Wednesday in Hartford and Hubby sez to me, you will want to once you see them on Sunday and I thinks no, that Wilco show last September is when my tinnitus began.

Now you try typing sez without it coming out as sex. GO ON, get on your keyboard and try! Blogging is harder than it looks, I tell you!

Mark Twain, right? Huck Finn, sez sez sez. At least that’s what I remember. I don’t remember even finishing the book and I took a whole semester in Twain. Hmm.

The poet hard at work a few weeks ago on Cape Cod. Little did she know that a deadline for manuscript submissions was lurking in the wings. (From an Alexander Technique perspective this is NOT how one should look when one is at one’s computer. EGADS!)

I am grateful, I tell you. My manuscript is SO MUCH BETTER than when I started sending out stuff willy-nilly last fall/winter. Probably won’t get accepted, but I’ve become a better writer through the process. Now I have a more polished body of work which I can start to submit whenever the hell I want. How rockin’ is that?

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