Movie Monday

If you loved Robin Williams, you know he could play any character, but this is one of the best as Armand, in the “Birdcage”. There are more great performances in this comedy, including Gene Hackman and Nathan Lane, also a favorite, and hilarious in this movie. Then add the performance of Frank Azaria as Agador Spartacus, and it will keep you laughing. A favorite scene is looking at the dish ware.

In this remake of the classic French farce “La Cage aux Folles,” engaged couple Val Goldman (Dan Futterman) and Barbara Keeley (Calista Flockhart) shakily introduce their future in-laws. Val’s father, Armand (Robin Williams), a gay Miami drag club owner, pretends to be straight and attempts to hide his relationship with Albert (Nathan Lane), his life partner and the club’s flamboyant star attraction, so as to please Barbara’s father, controversial Republican Sen. Kevin Keeley (Gene Hackman).

Release date: March 8, 1996 (USA)

And this clip trying to make Nathan’s character walk with a more masculine touch.


MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt

He slid the caftan over his head, adjusting it carefully not to expose his red long johns. It was a chilly day, but everyone in the Secret Sunrise Caftan Society was required to wear the caftan with only its material visible. Too small and you could not walk properly, too large and you would reveal what had to remain unseen. He pulled on an overcoat even though early morning darkness covered him sneaking into his automobile.

He hurried to meet at the beach at precisely 5AM to watch the sunrise as a group. It was one of the no-fooling-around type rules. If you wanted to remain a member of this prestigious although secretive organization, the 5AM meetings every Tuesday were mandatory.

It seems the ancient followers of this society always faced the sun on Tuesday mornings even before calendars were known. It was instinctive, and their everyday costume was a caftan of sorts, so it was now handed down over the ages as tradition.

Joe finally arrived at the designated cove at the precise time of 5 and was happy to see other colorful caftans in attendance. Their homemade “orbs of the sun” wands all raised, they began chanting at 5:05.


Let it Bleed Challenge 10

We’re laying on sand

You don’t like to swim

There are grains in the picnic

The sandwiches crunch

The breeze starts to chill

You cuddle closer

Spilling my wine

You don’t like the roughness

I spread the blanket further

I brush the sand from your feet



Watching the sunset.



SoCS March 17, 2018

Today did not start out well, and going downhill fast. It’s windy, cloudy, a little rain, and chilly here inside my inner sanctum. Aren’t you green with envy?

I’ve decided to watch movies and work on getting my email back. I have the new version – YUCK, and all of my old saved photos drafts, etc have gone into the vast wasteland of the internet. But, maybe I didn’t need all that info saved on my information site folder,with special saved things.

Like insurance contacts, government addresses, stock certificate turn over info, you know…, records of bill payments, stupid stuff like that. Yes I backup everything but it’s very frustrating and, well just forget it. This is such a bummer post.

Suppose it’s too early in the year for Bah Humbug…

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 17/18


Putting My Feet in the Dirt 23

Sitting on the bed

Pillows under our head

Blankets over our feet

Popcorn for a treat


Saturday night wonder

Snuggling under

The covers with you

Makes a love true blue


Chocolate chip cookies

A little nookie

Who cares for the movie

As long as we’re groovy


Fire is cozy

I’m happy, so’s he

A night in a lodge

Nonsensical hodgepodge

March Writing Prompts


Is someone messing with my mail?

I follow over 135 blogs which means when each blog is posted, I receive an email notifying me. Most of the time I read and comment from my email, also of course, from the Reader. Today I received no mailings at all, not from WP or from family. I mistakenly put my email in a comment response, and when I realized it, I took it off. However, my email address is on my WP profile.

I finally deleted my email server. I’ve done this with other apps and when I redo them, the problem is solved. Now I’m in deep caca. Have you ever tried to get something back like this? It won’t accept my password and after the 50 attempts at “proving I’m not a robot” I’m ready to tear my hair out. I changed the password, but still can’t retrieve my mail from the last two days. Any suggestions? Have any of you had this problem? I checked the admin site and have found one person that I’ve spammed many times. If I block these disgusting comments, they just change a letter and appear again. Has anyone had this problem? I have no idea if my problem is caused by the mail server, WordPress, iPad, or a deliberate action by someone.

Finally, I welcome solutions.


MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

“Although you may consume sweet desserts, roast meat, and pure wine. Β 

Know that (if) you consume water in a dream,

When you get up from the dream you will [still] be thirsty.

For the water you consume in a dream causes you no benefit.”

(c) Rumi (taken from β€œThe Ruba’iyat” of Rumi, quartrain 1786)


Waking from love’s dream

I miss feeling your caress

Long for fantasy



MLMM Tale Weaver 163

One of the most important things in life is appreciating the day to day, good or bad, sad or happy, it is part of this huge ball of yarn called life. It will be small as a child but there’s so much potential to add to a colorful ball. Growing and finding brand new yarn every day to add, is life’s adventure. Some strings may fall in the dirt, but you wipe them off as much as you can and add them to the rest.

The more different types, colors, sizes and origins of yarn you find, the more rich your life becomes.

By middle age the ball is probably quite large, hopefully more colorful than ever, but there is more to gather. Winding it up, placing every strand just so, isn’t a hard task, it just takes determination.

Older balls of string are simply the best. They display a whole life’s journey. The colors may have faded some and the yarn may be a bit worn and frayed, but the spirit of the ball, the meaning of it all, is your life. Being able to see it all in one big ball, you appreciate the experience.


ReBlog of Weekend πŸŽ‰πŸŽŠπŸ˜‰

Trina over at is having a party!



I had to borrow this from a friend’s FB post.

Reminded him of this: