Doodads the week of 0712-071622

It’s been a couple of weeks.  Pics have been taken here and there but no time to get them off of the phone and posted.  On Tuesday, the 12th, I took a 17-mile bike ride.  On Wednesday, the 13th, I met up with the Moon Clan Mothers group up north and saw two giant willow…

#FF — Beating Bright

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda April’s cloud blankets served to keep us in our caves, vicariously monitoring life through fogged panes of glass and pixelated screens. The second winter of covid had been harsh, perhaps harsher than the first, as our views focused on celebrities hurling dung at each other in courtrooms and maniacs with…

Monday Pet Peeve on Friday

  I’ve got an appointment scheduled for the covid booster on Sunday, but this week I have tried twice to get it before then.  The first time, at a local Walgreens, it said on their website that they weren’t taking appointments, but you could walk in whenever and have one done.  I drove the ten…

Doodads — September images not already posted, with poems

September’s palette green purple yellow and tan soft shoes, still sunny she tries to hide, but she’s too pretty in bed of soft hydrangeas my hair afrizz, I’m having a purple moment in now’s perfection green fern dresses with wide open smiles, our faces to the sun a bee festival every day on our stage…

dVerse — MTB — Dancing Dead

  she reads the last few pages of the book,a tale of high adventure ev’ry page,vicarious indulgence, what it took;done to distract her thinking from its rageexciting tales of bravery and hopewhere villains die and heroes conquer allno need to weep and in the darkness gropeeat, drink, be merry, maskless for the ballwe’re dancing dead…