"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, October 29, 2012

Eric Alders Monday Photo Prompt 10-29-12

Photo by Eric Alder of Bifocalunivision

Delicious water 
Precious water spilling over 
Conserve with care

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Who needs an umbrella?

Lusty abandon
Rain never washed away our passion
I remember
Image provided by Tess Kincaid of Magpietales
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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Sorry Tess.....we cannot make it....


No Willow Manor Ball for us as we're off
to sunny and warm Zihuatanejo...adios!
Have fun everyone!

Yep- flying steerage as always....

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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Eric Alders Monday Photo Prompt 10-22-2012

photo by Eric Alder of Bifocalunivision

                           OGRES !!!

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and invites all of us to write whatever strikes us-
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Sunday, October 21, 2012

Magpie Tales The Great Seal

Image provided by Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales

A dollar changes hands often in a day
Some hands will swiftly pay to play
Others gently finger and carefully pay
Not knowing what might happen later in the day  
All the while when that dollar is spent
None of us truly realize what it represents
An Approval of a New Order of the Ages
A foundation for a country to be built in stages

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Monday, October 15, 2012

Eric Alder's Monday Photo Prompt 10-15-2012

Photo by Eric Alder of Bifocalunivision

The boss has left the office
Turn on the snappy tunes
Get your loafers off yer desk
No need to be so cautious!

Our evening shift is finally done
No more program errors to fix
Let those happy feet be dancin'
The long weekend has begun!

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

MIdnight Smackrel - Magpie #139

Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost

Silently stepping down the back stairs
Carefully on the side of the treads
No little squeaks to awaken the bears 
Let alone my brothers-those sleepy heads 
I loved those quiet times by myself
Just me and the sleeping house
I'd curl up with cookies and a book
Happy and content as a little mouse.

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Monday, October 08, 2012

Eric Alders Monday Photo Prompt 10-8-2012

 Photo by Eric Alder of Bifocalunivision

Pepsi Coke Vernors
They're all the same
Full of syrupy sugar
Corn's the game
Get the kids hooked
They should be ashamed
Thirty-two cheap ounces
And no one's to blame?
Meanwhile at the pump
We're just the same
Guzzling corn
Called by another name.
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Sunday, October 07, 2012

MagpieTales #138

Sick Woman by Jan Steen

You are working too hard the doctor said
It's no wonder you have such a pain in your head
No more countless cups of coffee for you
And staying up all night- well that's completely through
You may think that the lute is a fine career
But you would be better off working for Vermeer

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who provides a new image as a writing challenge for us
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Wednesday, October 03, 2012

A Story of Childhood and Parenting

Growing up with three brothers introduced me to
 the perils of boys with matches.
One brother who shall remain nameless almost burned our house down.
So.....years later when I had two young sons and discovered the
youngest (who was about 3 years old at the time) playing with matches
I immediately sat down with him and explained the dangers of fire.
I thought I had made it very clear and I put the matches up very high.
A few days later my monkey son managed to climb up very high to get
to the matches and I caught him once again playing with matches.
"Holy smokes- how am I going to get him to not do this?"
I asked him what his favorite toy was and he told me it was
the Fischer Price School Bus.
I told him to bring it downstairs to the living room.
I prepared a fire in the fireplace and told him that since he
thought it was fun to play with fire I would show him exactly
how awful fire can be. I then told him to put the bus in the fireplace
and handed him the matches and told him to light the fire.
Right at that very moment his older brother came home from school
and said "My Bus!!!"
The fire was never lit and my 3 year old never to my knowledge
ever again played with fire.  As I write this I wonder was I an awful
mother or just a very frightened single mom?