I haven’t been writing much lately. Too busy shopping for Farmlets, packing and sorting. Then I found the photo below in my mail box. It’s from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple.
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Arriving with her little suitcase she sat in the bar against the wall. She preferred this seat because it afforded her the best vantage for surveying the room. From here she could see the length of the room from the front window to the back entrance. Ordering herself a drink for the evening she expectantly watched and waited till closing.
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All the regulars knew this was Juliette’s seat and they made sure it was always waiting for her by telling her story:
“Yeah! Her boyfriend tells her, ‘Meet me at 6:00 and we’ll elope.’ That was over twenty years ago…”
I haven’t talked about it. I wasn’t sure what to say, but the Little dog is very sick. All we know for sure is that his kidneys are not doing their job.
Lots of tests, lots of pampering, LOTS of extra trips outside to “GO.”
When I know what is going on, then you will too. In the meantime, Buddy keeps us entertained…
Are you jealous of the Little dog, Buddy?
I think so!
Hm, perhaps we’ll need to get him one of these in his size? 😉
In my school days to be called a Nerd was an insult. Nobody wanted to be a Nerd. However as an adult I find science fascinating!
So here for your viewing pleasure, or not, I offer you:
The Worlds Smallest Movie
and its sequel…
The making of The Worlds Smallest Movie
I love the line where the scientist says:
“If I can get 1,000 kids to enjoy science rather than go into law school I’d be super happy.”
If you do not find these films fascinating, well then relax, because:
You can rest assured that
you are not a Nerd!
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UPDATE: I don’t usually care for the Urban Dictionary’s definitions. That said, IMHO they really got to the essence of what it means to be a “Nerd.” (Click the word to be magically transported, and then scroll down to the definitions.) 😉
When Bob and I met in high school and began dating he introduced me to his mother. The introduction would be a fateful one, as over time she would become my “Mom away from Mom.” (But, that’s a story for another day…)
Her favorite flowers were daisies, so on May Day I made her a May basket and filled it with, what else? Daisies.
Quietly I snuck up to her doorstep, placed the basket near the door, rang the bell and then ran to hide!
It was a childhood tradition, the running and hiding.
She was too fast in answering the door, and caught me. It spoiled the fun of watching her wonder “Who did this?” but time would reveal that my actions that morning had endeared me to her.
May Day observance and its meaning are long forgotten by most folks today, but not by me, and not for its original meaning. For me, May Day brings back old memories of my Mother in Law, a basket of daisies and her love for me.
I loved you too, Mom, and some days I miss you terribly.
Happy May Day!
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For your interest…
Here is a video which shows a more traditional May Pole dance, which was, and still is, a part of the May Day Celebrations in England.
Such merry-making!
You may like to know that the dance is well choreographed, and when done correctly the May Pole will not just be wrapped in ribbons, it will be laced or woven in ribbons!
Image courtesy of Deaf Pagan Crossroads. Please click the image to be taken to her site and a well written post about the May Pole!
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A Special thanks to Steve Schwartzman of Portraits of Wildflowers as the inspiration for my post today, and also to EarthSky for the information on May Day celebrations. Both sites deserve a closer look!
You still here? Well then, here is an extra tidbit. If you are on WordPress and write a post that includes the words may pole dance you will be inundated by many suggestions for tie ins regarding the POLE DANCE! Which interestingly, seems to be promoted much differently than my understanding of the craft. 😉 That aside, Google made the distinction and offered up useful and germane information, whereas WordPress could not. 😉
Copyright-Ted Strutz
Life on the Farmlet 