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OYGIF – Italian Market – Skywatch

Last month I took a bus tour to the Dali Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida. After visiting the wonderful exhibition of Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso paintings we stopped at Mazzaro’s Italian Market. Here are some photos of the delightful array of food, buildings, and zany vehicles. And, being Friday, be sure to visit Orange You Glad Its Friday to see more stories, and pictures full of orange!

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SKYWATCH!

This is the club house and pool right next to my apartment in Florida.

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Go and check out more Skywatch images at the Skywatch Site!

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Aging Gracefully – Ha! Haiku

Getting old is an amazing phenomena! I mean, only a person my age can understand how one feels when they reach the “golden years” of mid-70s through 80s. Of course, I’m speaking from my own viewpoint, but having talked to many a person in there late 70s to mid-80s there seems to be universal agreement that it’s an awesome wonder at how we reached such an advanced age! Especially since it was just yesterday (so it seems) that we were in our teens. To a younger person this may seem a trivial or just a passing thought, but to someone my age this is a feeling that is lived each and ever day, usually while in the bathroom staring at that person in the mirror – or at least once a week.

Today on the church bulletin a friend’s birthday was mentioned. After services we had our usual coffee get-together and another friend and I went up to wish her a happy birthday – and then asked how old she was. I figured she was around 82, but it turned out she is now 85! To my eyes she is a well-preserved, hardy, stand-up-tall 85-year-old. But probably to a younger person she looks pretty old. When I arrived home I told my husband it was my friend’s 85th birthday. It’s hard to believe that so many of my friends are in their 80’s! What am I doing running around with a bunch of 80-year-olds?! I remember when mother first moved here at 92 years of age. She absolutely refused to live with me – or my out-of-state brothers, so we checked out all the assisted living facilities. We’d go in, look around, and she’d turn and head on out the door, saying, “I’m not going to live with a bunch of old people”!

Well, I don’t want to belabor this subject, but, oh, one other thing that has changed in my advanced years – even from just one year ago. My face. It had always been my belief that, sure, wrinkles come with age – so what! No way would I even think about plastic surgery to uplift, smooth away, cut away, eradicate or any other type of cosmetric surgery. Hmmm, where did all these wrinkles come from in the last six months??? This will not do! Somehow, I’ve got to get rid of them. Yes, surgery sounds tempting – just a slight nip and tuck under the chin…… no, not worth the pain nor the chance that more wrinkles will follow! But maybe something else – Prep H? Flour and water? I guess the most painless and the best solution is to stop looking at myself in the mirror! I can remember a few years back when driving my mother to the hearing doctor she stopped looking in the visor mirror, turned to me, and said, “Sandra, I want to go to the doctor”. And I said, “What for Mom”? Mother pulled the skin under her chin taut and replied (at 96-years-old), “I want him to get rid of these wrinkles”!

So it is what it is – aging gracefully with a lot of internal dialogue going on that would flabbergast a youngster!

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Inertia sets in
Wrinkles pile up, body sags
But onward we go



For more haiku visit Jenn at Sensational Haiku Wednesday.

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Happy Halloween – Boooo!

It’s a few days early, but I wanted to share this with Mosaic Monday. I think there is a wee bit of blue showing so let’s include Blue Monday over at Smiling Sally’s and also Creative Every Day Prayers go out to all you folks on the East coast in the path of hurricane Sandy. Please stay safe!

The pictures of witches and warlocks, gypsies and goofballs are my husband and I in the mid-’90s. Those were the good old days when I was still working as a medical transcriber at Stanford Hospital. Everyone in our department dressed for Halloween – what fun! After work my boyfriend and I (now my husband) would make the rounds of the piano bars, which were still popular in the Bay area in Northern California. I’ll never forget one year, the Stanford students were throwing a big Halloween haunt in a wooded area where Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford were buried in a big mausoleum in a wooded area on the Stanford campus. The rock music was blaring unbelievably loud and everyone was dancing (it’s not easy to dance holding a broom!). Well, it wasn’t too many months later when the enormous oak tree the students were dancing under died. I felt very remorseful for taking part in this – but was told that the tree probably was on it’s way out anyhow because there was some sort of beetle infestation in the oaks. I hope the kids back East can have a belated Halloween if the hurricane messes up the 31st!

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Paint Party Friday – Baby Llama

This is baby llama I drew on an art card several  years ago.  The camera I had at the time did not have many pixels and, being the small size it was, when I posted it on my art store the largest size print that could be made was 7″x10″.   Here’s a silly haiku (if you can call it that).   Happy Paint Party Friday!

Baby llamas spit
Just how far can their spit go
Better duck anyhow

and if you like limericks – here’s another silly one:

There was a baby llama
Who loved his sweet dear mamma
Until one day
In a quizzical way
She asked why’s your tail like a comma?

 

 

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How To Make An Asp Out Of Yourself

Three years ago I participated in a Bad Poetry Day contest put on by ChicagoNow an online Chicago community of bloggers. The object was to create a poem using at least one word from four lists of ten words each. Some of the resulting poems were hilarious!

The list of words were:
List 1: trite, hot (also acceptable: hawt), delicious, fierce, scruffy, windy, arboreal, giant, sticky, excitedly

List 2: Chicago, Dickinson, Wednesday, HP sauce, Winnetka, Spock, Melvin, iPhone, Twitter, Dr. McGillicuddy

List 3: snake, toothpaste, big-ass monitor, toupee, gerbil, table, Academy Award for Best Animated Feature, cookie, rowboat, coffee

List 4: insinuate, skip, tweet, deactivate, fluttering, leap, bites, sleeping, run, thinking

And this is what I came up with:

It was a trite, hot, windy Chicago day, I on my iPhone, he on his computer staring at Twitter on his big-ass monitor.

When much to my surprise a scruffy snake insinuated its way ’round the table leg.

My heart went skip as my giant gerbil jumped down from his arboreal perch and came fluttering to my defense.

Offering the snake two bites from his cookie which the snake excitedly ate and slithered happily away.

Shaken to my core, and he totally absorbed in a tweet, I gave him my best Academy Award for Best Animated feature,

And with a leap dumped my coffee on his stupid toupee, thinking, a Dr. McGillicuddy would sure hit the spot right now.

I think I’ll try to find another Bad Poetry contest!