Soul Swell, Frolicking Fée, Marvellous Moon

I have so many plans.  Too bad I’m a lazy bum!  Was gonna write my WWP Saturday, then yesterday… but then the whole Blood Flower Moon Eclipse thing…  But first, let’s go back…

Thursday evening was girls’ night. A way long overdue girls’ night.  Okay, even if we had had one a couple months ago, I’d still feel it was overdue!  Our usual trio of Julie, Giselle and me was upped by one with Linda.  A very happy case of perfect timing.  As the weather was particularly clement (a good 27℃ (81℉)) at suppertime, we sat outside of La Louisiane, a Montreal Cajun-Creole eatery that we have frequented a number of times and which I suggested for our evening.  Ah man.  It wouldn’t matter where we eat because it’s all about the company but good food just adds to it, right?  Plus, Linda had never been so we got to introduce her to the joint.  Linda and I arrived first and ordered drinks while we waited for the other two… which didn’t take long.

While we decided what to eat, we decided on a few appetizers:  hushpuppies, sweet potato fries and grilled corn bread.  Yeah.. um… Good stuff to absorb alcohol, right?

We then went for another round, this time with Cajun chicken wings, Gumbo – so more cornbread, beet and arugula salad, coconut beer battered shrimp.   Delicious. All of it.

Giselle was ready for sweets so she indulged in a chocolate pecan torte (which we all took a bit of).  However, we (Linda) felt we were still not done with the savoury and we ended up ordering some fried clams and crab cakes.

Lots of love, laughter and feel-good vibes were felt and must be repeated soon… Right, ladies?

Saturday morning I was supposed to run but the pool was in the shade and I thought that would be the best time to vacuum all the crap without me being cooked in the sun in the process.  And, after I had done half, my sister Tracy called saying she was going to the barn for just an hour or so to see Fée (pronounced Fay) and would I like to join.  She couldn’t ride her as she’d (Fée) had her vaccine so that’s why the visit would be shorter than usual.  Um. Yeah!  Plus, I promised Gigi from Rethinking Life that I would finally show her pictures of Fée.

Lemme tell you, I was rather glad it was to be a short visit.  It was hotter than Hades out there – 32℃ (90℉) to be standing around in the blazing sun.

Tracy went to get Fée to bring her into the little ring.  “She’s going to roll around in it.”  “Really?”  “Yep.”  And she did.  She ran around, going back and forth and then lay down and rolled.  Up again and then rolled again.  It was quite the sight to see!

As mentioned in the intro, this post was late because I was going to attempt to capture the Full Blood Flower Moon and Eclipse.  And failed miserably.  I even went up onto my roof but my tripod is tired and my butt got wet and then the clouds came just when I capture a sliver of it… and not all that well, either.

I did have fun with my phone before, begging the clouds to please be nice and disperse, which they did, before completely taking over.

And the best of the worst with my camera.

Oh well, maybe next time!  If you really want to see some beautiful shots, check out Tim’s blog at Off Center & Not Even.  Outstanding, I say!

 

 

 

The Little Things – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  And that can mean many things.  Over here in blogland, it means the start of Friday Fictioneers (don’t ask, just know!) Rochelle has dragged, encouraged me to play by ever so sweetly asking me to use my photo.  How could I refuse?  More importantly, why would I?  Should you feel so encouraged, please do add your link to your 100-word story by clicking on the frog below.  G’head. I dare you!

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G’head! Click to play!

It doesn’t take much, you know. To be made to feel more than, rather than less than, or worse, inconsequential.  Sure, the big things are nice and all but in the grand scheme of things, those things are just accumulated stuff.  Some stuff you really enjoy. Some you don’t know why the hell you keep except for some misguided sense of obligation.  And, if you are not careful, you lose sight of the things you love most amidst said stuff.

It might be cliché but actions do speak louder.  Small ones.  Big ones.  Ones that make sense only to you.

Acceptance is Healthy – Friday Fictioneers

Hey! Hey! Hey!  Looky here!  Rochelle found a way to kick me into gear and get me to Friday Fictioneer with my Friends.  Pretty sneaky, you ask me.  But then again, I have been away for eons… Nice to be back to play with you.  If you want to play with us, just click on the sunbathing frog below and add your linky-link to your 100-word story!

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You gonna set up a table, too?

Maybe.

Why the hell don’t you set up on the walkway. You know, where there is NO snow?

Feeling whimsical.

You’re nuts.

That too. Plus you know how much I hate when there is snow at my birthday.

And your point is?

Hate is not good for your health. I have to embrace it.  So, I’m sunbathing.

For f—

Language!  What’s it to you anyway?

Feeling left out.

Why’s that?

Only one chair. You didn’t invite me.

You just mocked me!

Changed my mind. Whimsy is good.

Grab another chair, then.

On it!

Back in the Saddle Again

Three weeks.  Three. Whole. Weeks.

I just want all o’ y’all to know I am not belly-aching. Nor whining. Nor whinging.  Nor any other -ing that means the same difference.  Just statin’ the facts, y’hear?  Took me a whole damn three weeks to shake this thing (and I still have a little frog in my throat) but have decided enough was enough.

Today was (is?) the day that I put my lungs to the test! The only thing I had to decide was do I do 20, 25 or 30 minutes?  I promised myself to go slow and if there was anything whatsoever that didn’t feel right, I was going to walk it. Hell, I even brought my ear buds so I could continue listening to “Beloved” by Toni Morrison (such beautiful writing but… what? Anyway.)

The morning had started off with dark skies and rain but by noon, blue skies and puffy clouds and sunshine.  So nice. So inviting and enticing. So perfect.

I set my running app to “run”, my timer to 16 minutes (so I know when to turn around) and started my Tabata timer, choosing the 10 sets of run/walk, for a total of 30:25 and off I went.   I made sure I kept my pace slow and steady.  1:45 minutes of running, 1:00 of walking. Since I am reading “Breath” by James Nestor, I and have been practicing nose breathing.  Oy. Not so easy when running but something I can see improving with time.

The temps were perfect and the wind was lightly gusting, but not enough to bother me.  I put up my hood when it was a bit more chilly than I liked but other than that? Really nice.  I was even able to run through my little park, the mud being minimal. A robin added with a trill of encouragement!

I had barely reached my destination park when my halfway timer went off.  At that point, I decided to make my wall all the way to my discovered path and walk my way back.  So glad I did.

Walking back, I remembered I had my ear buds and turned on my book.  I was in no rush and it felt so good to just be out in the sun without a huge coat.

Of course, I had to take a photo of “my” willow 😉

In all, a distance of 6.7 km (4.15 miles) were run/walked and it felt great.

I got home and not half an hour later?

Talk about great timing!

I was going to end with a poem or response to a prompt like I did last week but hey, look at the time! It’s almost 10:00 p.m. Tomorrow is my first day at my new job.  I need to rest!

Have a fantabulous night, folks (and Monday)! And thanks for sticking with me.

 

Wonky – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers – the time where we fool you because it’s only Wednesday but we play for Friday. In advance. Coz we can.  This week our loyal and tireless leader, Rochelle, has shared Anne Higa’s lovely photo.  Now, it woulda been easy to wax poetic on Tuscany coz those who know me, know I’m rather obsessed with the region.  However, I’m not giving you the option of calling me predictable. No siree.  This came to me as I was pouring my coffee, truth be told.  I’m still struggling with finding the pretty words for yesterday’s challenge so I figured I’d give that a rest and jump on this one. Ain’t it grand? K. ‘Nuff small talk.  If you want to write something more betterer or inneresting, just click on the frog below and add your 100-word story link.  G’head, I dare ya!

©Anne Higa

A Shy Frog and The Leaning Tower Of Pisa Background in 2022 | Leaning tower  of pisa, Background, Tower

 

She’s been a bit off lately, dontcha think?

What’d’you mean, off?  She’s not feeling well?

No, Haven’t you noticed?  Her pictures are a bit wonky.

Wonky? How so?

Well, last week, the picture was all like on a crazy angle like all the people were gonna fall off the edge and now look at this one!

You’re such a dumbarse!  Last week she was being all artistic like, see?  But this week it’s fine.

But, look at that!

It’s normal.  That’s how the building tilts. It’s not called the Leaning Tower of Pisa for nothing!

Oh. Right. I knew that.

Grumpy Morning – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  That’s right. It means Friday Fictioneers time.  Rochelle keeps on keeping on so the least we can do is try to participate.  And I do. Mostly.  Wasn’t gonna this week, coz photos like this bug the crap out of me but hey… why not work that in? A thanks to Roger Bultot for creating my mood 😉  If you wanna play along, just click on the frog and add your 100-word story link. G’head, it’s fun!

Cartoon: A Tree Frog and A Church Outside The City Background | Clipart Images

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Argh! Goddammit!

Whatsamatter now?

Not enough ground coffee for my first cup this morning.

So grind more and stop bitching.

Why don’t you go pick up your wet towel from the bathroom floor and bugger off.

Jeez.  Who pissed in your cereal this morning?

Whatever. You know it annoys me and yet you still do it.

Why don’t you get your grumpy-ass writing your Friday Fictioneers. Might change your mindset.

Did you see the photo? Why do people take photos like that on an angle?

I suspect to get the whole image in…

Are you still breathing my air?

Sheesh

 

 

 

With a Little Help From My Friend – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Friday Fictioneers is here! And would you looky here… Rochelle is using our little trouble-maker, Omelette, for the prompt.  Sorry she is blurry. It was one of those “quick before she jumps” situations.  Can’t very well diss my own pic now, can I?  How about you click on the frogs below to check out the other 100-word stories, or, how about you add your own link?

Bookshelf Frogs | Etsy

Haha!  Cute!  Does she always hide inside the bookshelf?

Yep!  I’ve decided to start using her as a helper.

How so?

Ever watch The Tonight Show when Jimmy Fallon uses cute puppies to choose the Super Bowl winner?

Actually, I have.

Well, my guy uses his cats in the same manner. ‘Course, this year he had a 50/50 chance as they each chose a different team. I thought they should be disqualified but hey, who am I to judge?

So what’s your point?

Sorry, Got carried away. She helps me choose my next book to read!

Hope she changes shelf sometimes…

WWP #248 – Capricious Capricieuse

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Always a thank you to Sammi for hosting.  The term in French has been heard a time or two within my family, ergo… my first line 😉

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Arrête de faire ta capricieuse!

What? Capricious? Me? Wherever did you get that notion?

You don’t know what you want.

I DO know what I want!

No.  You change your mind like the wind changes direction with no rhyme or reason.

So? Keeps me interesting!

No. It means you’re mercurial.

Don’t care.

You exhaust me.

Random capricious photo

 

Raffi Said No – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Wednesday!  The day when most of the Friday Fictoneersers deposit a link to their 100-word story via frog.  I kid you not. We really do!  Once upon a time, they were deposited on Fridays but, over time, it’s become a thing to do it as early as possible. (I figure it’s coz we know it gives us more time to read all the others…  maybe Rochelle has an explanation. Then again, maybe it’s just simple evolution.  It matters not. Here we are!

Apologies in advance.  I fear I have not gone the fiction way, yet again.  This wonderful photo, supplied by the equally wonderful Bill Reynolds, has sent me down memory lane. Much as people heard me go on and on and on about Tuscany, we had to hear Mick go on and on about his desire for a Ford F-150 truck.  He wasn’t looking for one quite so “vintage” as this one, however 🙂

Blue Truck With Frog Watercolor Printable PNG | Etsy Ireland

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How did your meeting with Raffi go?  Is he pleased with the way the business is going?

He said I’m doing great, that if I keep working hard, my business will keep growing. He has faith in me.

Fabulous!  So, what’d he say about you getting your Ford F-150?

Raffi said no.

Damn.

He said it won’t be long.

And you’ll heed his wisdom.

Of course. He’s not steered me wrong yet.  He said he only wished Armen would listen as well as I do!

Haha! I’m not even worried.  You’ll get it.

***

And he did. He was so happy!

 

WWP #247 – Flummox… with a little extra

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge.  I am cheating somewhat.  The poem is the requisite 42 words.  However, below said poem and photos, I share more of my day spent with my friend, Cathy.  Those who chose to read only the prompt, that’s totally cool. Anyone who wants to go beyond, well, you are more than welcome to do so!

 

wk 247 flummox

 

Walking through the Imagine Monet Immersive Experience

completely pulled into the beautiful paintings

projected against the walls, screens, floors

Beautiful images created by simple and random brushstrokes

completely flummox me

How?  How are a blob, a dot, a flourish

now a flower?

 

Cathy and I had gone to see the Van Gogh Immersive experience in December 2019.  When she suggested we go see the Monet one, I was in.  We were originally supposed to go in January but felt it would be best to put it off for a bit. So Saturday was the day.  A beautiful blue-skied chilly day.  I picked her up around 9:30 and we made our way over to the venue.  Lucky for us, we found parking on a side street, as the cost for parking on site was $15 and, to be honest, A little steep for an hour or so.

We were early so it was far from crowded (though I suspect, with the situation, they had vastly reduced the quantity of people allowed inside at the same time.  It was so beautiful.  We stayed long enough to see the rotation twice.  I am frankly in awe of these painters.

It was wonderful to see young children being exposed to the arts this way. It’s a perfect introduction.  Dragging a kid into a museum and hoping they don’t get bored within 15 minutes is wishful thinking. With these big images, they remained in awe for longer and were free to run around without disturbing.

It was past 11:30 so we decided to walk towards the Burgundy Lion for a nice lunch and pint.  Of course, the last time, I had turned in the wrong direction so this time I asked Cathy if she remembered which way to go, left or right?  She said right.  Her last name might be Wright but she was not!  It gave us an occasion to get a few more steps in by turning around.  The air was crisp and we were glad to be well dressed for it.

After our walk, we were very glad to get to the Burgundy Lion.  We each ordered a pint of Murphy’s Irish Stout and were advised that even though it was noon we could only order from the brunch menu.  Frankly, the options were wonderful.  I decided to have the Main and Hash (poached egg, smoked meat, potato mish mash and Hollandaise) and Cathy, the Arnold’s Scottish Benedict (eggs Benedict on Smoked Salmon with potatoes).  Seems weird to have a beer with breakfast, doesn’t it?

It was so nice to get out and enjoy an activity with someone and to have a meal in a restaurant.  It’s been so long!  As if this wasn’t enough, Cathy gave me a lovely notebook. (Thank you again!)  She was hoping to find a Monet one but had to settle for Van Gogh (which all works out since we actually had seen that one too!)