Photos from Wednesday

We have a few days yet to finish readying the back yard for winter. The air exchangers are installed in the new workshop and working properly, and Al has added a couple of garage heaters as back-ups for when it’s too cold for the alternate method to work efficiently. The attic is insulated, and plywood obtained to close it off from the ground floor. On Thursday, trenching for the radial antenna wires, while I wash the gazebo windows. Now that the place is rewired, my gazebo has its own electrical circuit, so I can run my space heater on high when I go out there to use the exercise bike during the winter.

While I have been writing a poem or more for each day (poem a day during November), I haven’t gotten one on my web site (TheWrittenWord.net) for Wednesday, yet, or one written for Thursday. The end of the month will be a bit of a rush, with my birthday on Wednesday and dental appointments on Thursday.

I am very tired, this week, and I am not certain that I am up to dinner with Al’s family, this year. I am so very tempted to stay home and nap, instead.

Hoping that Thanksgiving Day is a blessing to folks as needed.

 

Lizl

 

Memories of Mother | In the Company of Women

Remembering my mother, who died a year ago this week. One of the poetry prompts for this week was “When I see my mother”; I am having difficulty writing a poem in response. Perhaps I could combine it with the prompt for the next day, “I am to blame”, and explore that in various aspects.

I still have the poster-sized photo montages (all 7, from Mother’s and Father’s memorial services) out in the front room, where I can see one or another. Oddly, that lessens feelings of loss. Provides a companionability and a lifting of the heart.

Fallen leaves

 

The day was cold, dry and windy, although warmer and calmer than the day before. Most of the snow has melted away, and precipitation does not figure into the weather forecast before Wednesday.

I have bought a paper journal, after all these years. Now, to overcome the hesitation to fill the pages with less than brilliance, ending up with a book of pristine pages and my thoughts and poetry scattered in text files throughout six computers and blog posts on the Internet. Actually, I am finding that my skin sensitivities are lessening, and I think the archival-quality paper may not irritate my hands. I’ve also bought colored pens.

I enjoy writing. It’s okay to “ruin” good paper when playing with words and sketches. (And, no, I have no talent for drawing. Whatsoever!)

Black & White Photographs

I just finished up with a challenge to post a black-and-white photograph a day for seven days.

Seven days. Seven black & white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day. I did not, however, challenge anyone else to do likewise.

These are the seven photographs that I selected as a sampling of my life. You will note that I did not include the Scampers, cute as they are. Too difficult to pick just one.

I rather like the black and white. More stark? Ah…elegant? More crisp in some cases. I like particularly the texture of the tulip petals.

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