haiku – pure & serene

Kindness unblemished

Provides a pure form of peace

Cares fading away

Written for RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #270 Pure&Serene

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Sort of Out of Sorts or Just Peachy

I mentioned before that September is a tough month.  Mom’s and dad’s heavenly birthdays among other things.  On the plus side though, B and I will celebrate 35 years of wedded bliss on 9/15.   I have been strolling down memory lane day by day as we get closer to the milestone.  Good memories mostly.  Thankful for that.

 

Today peaches were on special and I had just read an article about end of summer traditions that included peach cobbler.  Well you don’t have to tell me twice.

Except for the peaches & lemon, I had all the other ingredients at home.  I re-created mom’s recipe mostly from memory.  I had forgotten what we did with the peaches though.  I knew enough that they could not go in raw.   Everything I found had no water and for the life of me, I assumed I needed more than a tablespoon of lemon juice.  Turns out the juice from the peaches with sugar and lemon juice do just fine.  I could have eaten the peach “sauce” all by itself.  My crust is more blond than I’d care for it to be but the taste is the same.  Yes I already took a bite.

Mom was frugal and she never would’ve bought peaches.  They were always gifted to us from Mamaw.  Mom also didn’t like heating up the kitchen for just one dish.  And summer time was not the best time to use the oven either.  When she opted to go the cobbler route, she always made meatloaf and scalloped potatoes too because if you were going to turn on the oven and heat up the kitchen, you might as well get your money’s worth.

Continuing the tradition shouldn’t make me sad but it sort of does.  I’m really not sure why.  I have noticed the change in the weather these past few mornings.  And I think dammit, things change whether we want them to or not.    Not about the peaches, about something I can’t quite name.

As always, more to come.

 

For 9/8/19 ~ “Will It Go Round In Circles”

Jim gives us Bird/Fly/Sky/Wing.  For me, there is only one choice.  Three of the four words are in the song.

When I hear it again, I am reminded of sneaking cigarettes with my brother Jimbo Pete and our cousin Sandra Ann.  I was way too young to be smoking but I was a copy cat tag along.  Our moms were out and we had my aunt’s place to ourselves.

We turned on the stereo … played the album this song is on … loud … very loud.  Sandy got a saucer from the cabinet to use as our ashtray.  We took turns sitting by the kitchen window so we could blow smoke through the screen to keep from getting caught.  Then came the Dentine gum.  Ha!  Funny where my mind took me.

I’m amazed I didn’t get addicted.  Despite this small attempt at rebellion, I can count the number of cigarettes I have smoked in my lifetime on one hand.

I could’ve or maybe should’ve written about the music.  Why did Billy and Bruce write this song?  To me though, I’d rather write about how songs make me feel.  Today I’m grooving and singing along.  Feeling happy!!  Remembering the good ole days.  Now to the music, I hope you enjoy!!

“Will It Go Round In Circles”
I’ve got a song, I ain’t got no melody
I’ma gonna sing it to my friends
I’ve got a song, I ain’t got no melody
I’ma gonna sing it to my friends

Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?

I’ve got a story, ain’t got no moral
Let the bad guy win every once in a while
I’ve got a story, ain’t got no moral
Let the bad guy win every once in a while

Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?

I’ve got a dance, I ain’t got no steps, no
I’m gonna let the music move me around
I’ve got a dance, I ain’t got no steps
I’m gonna let the music move me around

Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?

Well
Well
Well
Well

Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?

I’ve got a song, I ain’t got no melody
I’ma gonna sing it to my friends
I’ve got a song, I ain’t got no melody
I’ma gonna sing it to my friends

Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?

Go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky? Woo…

Writer(s): BILLY PRESTON, BRUCE FISHER

Rules and Ping Back

#SoCS for 9/17/19 ~ Weigh/Way/Whey

Hola todos mi amigos.

Ah wey!

Wait!

Wey isn’t a prompt word and why are you being all snarky this morning?  Well you read the prompt and your San Antonio roots are showing.  Wey was the first thought bubble that popped into your brain.  Good thing you didn’t spout out pinche wey.  But ah wey is just as bad.  Some people may not even know what you’re talking about.  Let’s hope most do not understand your profanity gibberish.

Okay, back on track.  Let’s begin again.  Hola todos mi amigos!  It is time once again for #SoCS.  The lovely Linda gives us the following prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “weigh/way/whey.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you do that last thing. Enjoy!

No Way.  Yes Way.  Does anyone else memba being kids and saying that to each other?  Whenever something unlikely, gross, and/or unbelievable was said and if you didn’t believe the speaker of bullshit, you said “No way!” to which they replied “Yes way!”

And why do I picture Bill and Ted all of a sudden?  Hmmm.  Some memory in the recesses of my medulla oblongata …  No way!  The medulla is the part of my brain responsible for automatic things like sneezing.  Yes way!

Keanu is a good dude y’all or so I hear.  And George Carlin was hilarious.  But back to task.

I am going to weigh my options for how best to finish this stream.  I weigh options for a living or I used to when I have an Underwriter.  Now I still kind of weigh options for a living but more like interpret rules and regulations.  I suffer from analysis paralysis yet mostly I am in a kid in the candy store … give me MORE data so I can weigh my options and make the BEST decision.

But that’s boring and the good people here today did not sign up for insurance compliance 101.  Nope you didn’t expect this … not on this glorious Saturday where the birds are singing and the sun is shining and Little Miss Muffet sits on her tuffet, eating her curds eating and whey.

If you’d like to join in with this group of prompt responding aficionados or read their works extraordinaire, here are the rules and ping back.

 

 

Ray Leeper You Are Amazing

I am loving So You Think You Can Dance this season.  I have watched and re-watched the routine Ray Leeper choreographed for Bailey and Mariah set to INXs – Need You Tonight.  Since the dance video is not up yet, posting the music video.  And you’re welcome.  LOL

They need to choreograph for us over 50 types who need the exercise.  Ha!  If only.

J-Dub’s Review of “Baby Teeth” by Zoje Stage

The novel “Baby Teeth” by Zoje Stage was the September book club selection of the month for Shaefer’s Sippers.  The method to select is automated via library search engine.  We’ve now read three books in a row about mothers and their child/children.  Someone asked for a change of pace.  D is going to add different criteria for October.  Personally I could go for some lighthearted comedy with tons of cursing dropped in.

I was all prepared for the been there done that sameness.  However this book took a most sinister path.  I am not sure what it says about me that I enjoyed this book.  Mostly because the book let me escape.  No matter how awful things get around here we are not as hard up as these people.  Am I awful?  Or am I using self preservation?  Not that I feel good about someone else’s misfortune.  I DON’T!

Moving along to the actual review … no spoilers from me.

The book is written in alternating chapters from the POV of Suzette (mommy) and Hanna (daughter).  Starts in the middle and doesn’t really end.  The pace was quick enough in that I finished in less than a week.

Entertainment Weekly got it right in saying this book is “We Need To Talk About Kevin Meets Gone Girl Meets the Omen”. I could just picture this sprite little girl who is vastly different on the inside than her appearances let on. More confirmation for me than ever that you never really know anyone. Even more confirmation that we can’t change some facets of ourselves.  The whole nature versus nurture debate again.

My take is that we are all predisposed to be a certain way and the catalyst can be either innate or external.  We are all a mystery. Chilling when the seed is bad.

The book had no true ending. That is my only critique. Not sure what I wanted to happen but I was left feeling hopeless … almost as if redemption was not even a remote possibility for squirrel y girl.

Goodreads rating is 3.64.  I rated as 4 stars but wish I could give 1/2 stars as I might of rated 3.5 with this one.  Recommended read though for anyone who enjoys the psychological thriller.

#FlashFiction / 100 Words or Less ~ 9/5/19

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Why does this always happen?

Pete was feeling good y’all

top of the world

loving life and living large

then boom

STRESS KILLS

just saying

waking up on the floor of Target was no joke

people could’ve robbed him

thanks to the good Samaritan employees, that didn’t happen

Of course he hadn’t slept well for days

probably hit the wall and fell asleep standing

that’s better than the alternative of something really being wrong

at least lack of sleep is explainable

the stabbing stomach pains are not

gone too long without diagnosis

pills thrown at the problem