Lisa or Li

Yellowstone’s Rip — be my man

Cole Hauser as Rip on the TV series, Yellowstone I’ve been binging Yellowstone S5 Pt. 1 this weekend. It’s a new release from the library so can only borrow it for a week (close to 2 dozen people are waiting for it) which means I gotta do it. Don’t feel sorry for me though, because…

RWG 11 — For my uncle, shot down over the North Sea in WWII

North Sea When you heard whistles, yells, and felt the shells pierce the wings and hull, what did you wonder as parachute’s grace rocked you towards inevitable clash with Northern Sea’s finishing freeze splash? Did you embrace chivalrous? Macho? Scared? Maybe yours were no confident, steeled, screaming lips. Maybe relief gave your imminent non-being a…

Doodads — Dotty closeup and walk around the yard 052823

The first pic is Dotty, where she likes to sit on the armrest pullout of my retro desk as I’m at the keyboard. Notice her new pink bow, which is part of a t-shirt I cut the neck and arms out of. The rest of the pics show how things are growing. The prickly pear…

Getting Fit: bike ride Ottawa County 052623

Copy and pasted from Strava (on a 30-day free trial and need to figure out how to lift actual maps from it of the rides) 11.44 mi 1:21:43 296 ft 156 Avg Max Speed 8.4 mi/h 17.3 mi/h Elapsed Time 1:45:52 Clear Temperature 64 ℉ Humidity 43% Feels like 62 ℉ Wind Speed 8.3 mi/h…

Getting Fit — On the bike

I’ve taken 2 bike rides so far, one on the 16th and the other yesterday, the 25th. On the 16th I went a tad over 8 miles. Perfect riding weather. Yesterday I went on a ride with a new friend that I met on the bike path riders facebook page. We met up at the…

Doodads — strawberry rhubarb pie

My grandparents had rhubarb plants and grandma used to make strawberry rhubarb pie. Although I don’t remember eating it as a kid, when I ate my first bite of this pie, I remembered the flavors. The rhubarb was cut out of my plant. The strawberries are store bought and not very tasty. The crust and…

#FF — No Picnic?

PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Eighteen to the top of the ancient steps. When Luna aligns with carved openings in hilltop’s stones, we, in our flowing cotton garments, climb them. We depend on Mother Haggis’ rolls of the bones to determine our order and duties. I’ve been chosen as drummer and take position at the…