in the quiet cafe
when our poems
flew up over the
ceiling fans into
the wine bottles
an angel poured
our smiles from?
our poems’ bones
then floated on
the steam of our
lattes to the hill
where mice were
down snow sleds
to entertain two
That would be YOUR 55 fictional words, G-Man!
xoxoxo to all.
(Parakeet winter afternoon hanging spot to keep me company.)
Enjoying our scrapbooking gymnast.
Enjoying my new desk. I kept me a Capodimonte mug!
Enjoying The Gymnast’s ’round-the-block steering lessons.
Enjoying choosing and mailing a birthday present to my sister.
Enjoying posing a Carlsbad Caverns paperweight with a sleeping KitKat.
Enjoying the Monet print Jim got at a yard sale for FOUR DOLLARS, FRAMED!!!! That’s Mah Man!!
My man on the move — always full of surprises.
What do you think those 2 by the sea are saying, Sara? Or anyone?
Enjoying our ‘keets, Sunny & Angel. Unfortunately, Chico (the blue one who replaced Timmy) shot out past my hand a few weeks ago at feeding time, executed two backyard high loop-de-loops, soared over the treetops, and I’ve not seen him since.
Hopefully he and Timmy are out there having fun together!
Enjoying friends. Tracy Funster & Mardi Funster.
And they jazz. And they blues.
Enjoying photography experimentation with mid-century glass.
Enjoying going through my old iPhone song idea clips. Could a song about buttocks be coming one day to a theater near you??! I think so!!
The chorus goes like this…
Everybody’s buttocks are beautiful,
No matter the shape or size.
Everybody’s buttocks are beautiful…
in God’s eyes!!
Enjoying seeing and hearing about The Gymnast’s improvement on the apparati.
Enjoying hearing the same about her team mates.
(I love how her pose mirrors the iron tree behind her in that pic!) I swear it was not planned.
Enjoying selling stuff on eBay.
Postie comes right up our walkway when I schedule a package pick-up, whoohooo!!
Posties Rock! Especially a certain poetic one I like.
And here’s a photo from this morning…
Track at 7:00 a.m. — part of summer gymnastics.
Team trains 35 hours a week during summer, what a rockin’ gym!!
Monday to Friday mornings we’re either at track or the gym by 7:00. (And up at 6:00.) Oy.
2 of the 35 hours are ballet, where she and her team-mates dress up all matchingly cute.
I didn’t mean to go almost a whole month without posting, but you know how it goes sometimes.
Life’s been calling.
P.S. Most of these pix are a bit fuzzy ’cause my good camera broke.
But you know what? Take pictures when inspired, no matter your camera quality! These are the moments of our love.
Now… I’m off to drink some wine!!
A few scenes from Funsterland for you, the most recent taken just before sunrise today.
We wish you the merriest, sweetest, funnest Christmas ever!!
Thanks for being my blogging friend!
I love YOU!!!!!!!
Guys, I hope your weekend is really really superly awesome-great.
Kelly and I are off to Houston very early Saturday to a gymnastics meet. If she does well enough there she will go on to State finals in Dallas next month. It’s all quite exciting. And fun! [Edit on Sunday morning… they took the top 10 girls for State — and Kelly came in 11th. She is First Alternate, tho. If one of the girls cannot compete for whatever reason, Kelly will take her place.
At any rate, she’s has an AWESOME first season!! A newbie who did very very well.]
See you later! I’m off to eBay land now.
it would be about two
pairs of golf shoes soon to
dance away on eBay,
a Chocolate Sun
spray tanner dreaming of
honeymoons in Hawaii,
and the joy of labels printed
at home today on my brand -new
pre-owned Canon!!!! And…
about a kitten who peed twice
in a dishwasher, then weeks later
boldly returned to the scene.
(luckily no peeing this time.)
I’d show you a mother like daughter,
I’d show you a mother like child,
how she makes me laugh and I make
her laugh with unexpected snacks.
(Yes, that’s a marshmallow on a toothpick!)
I’d show you a sister like brother
and remind you friend to friend, love
keeps on going forever and ever.
Yes, if I were to write
a poem today all that and
more would be in it, but
I’m not writing poems
today — I’m eBaying, as
you can plainly see…
and dreaming a dream
within a dream where we are
always children laughing.
~~ end of poem
One for the dVerse Poetry gang.
P.S. All photos from yesterday, except the one of the packages this morning.