When I was a child our kin came to our big dairy farm for Thanksgiving. This time of year I can’t help feeling nostalgic and humming this song.
http://cyranny.com/2018/11/07/kin-word-of-the-day-challenge/
The Thrill is Gone
Thank you to all the efforts of all the people hoping for a new way of government since 2016 happened, this is for you.
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Word of the Day: Effigy
In the inner city, it’s not difficult to find an out of the norm shop that sells unusual items. I made the purchase with cash, not wanting to be tracked. The little doll was easily transformed into her effigy. I purchased extra pins just in case the first one didn’t work.
It was a mistake from the start. Jack was mesmerized by her charm and extraordinary beauty. He should have realized when after a few exchanges she sent the photo. Was it intentional to draw him in or push him out? We’ll never know now, will we?
Jack was my best friend since sixth grade. He was the best in every way, sincere, vulnerable, a good listener and mature for his age in numbers. We shared everything, all of our hopes and dreams, aspirations for the future.
It was a lonely night for me when I started to worry about my friend Jack. He had spent the night with her and falling fast. I wanted to know more about her and when I did, tried to warn him. She had a reputation for leaving men in ruin, but it was too late, he was already gone, travelled into her spell of false love and my warnings went unheeded. I don’t blame him, I just miss his presence in this world, every day.
Now that’s over, time to look up!
MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Autumn breezes tear away the leaves from their temporary resting place. Coolness curls them fancily as they accept their time of beauty done. Nature’s voice has spoken.
Colorful leaves’ fate
Announce cool weather changes
Sadly drift to ground
One Liner Wednesday
Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground. Theodore Roosevelt
Fly Like An Eagle
***Note: When looking up the lyrics to make sure I remembered them since I had a couple of SMB albums back in the day, there were questions posted about their meaning. One comment said they thought it was about the US post office. Sometimes you find a laugh in the weirdest places. : ))
Daily Addictions: Glide
Dance lessons
It was a challenge
Bought the dance shoes
Loving red-orange
Drew attention to my feet
Keeping the rest of me discreet
Or so I thought
When I was taught
The tango by a lovely master
Indeed my heart beat faster
Body to body and glide, repeat
Hoped the focus was on my feet
Alas my body itself betrayed
My fervent passion was displayed
Was it the music so enticing
Or instructor I could eat with no icing
Gliding close, my steps were perfected
Music stopped but I had confected
A dream inside my head
Then had to sit down to dread
The next lady’s turn instead
Fearful as I hesitated to watch
The way they danced–my dream was botched.
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/11/04/daily-addictions-2018-week-44/
The Haunted Wordsmith – Dinner’s on Him
The Haunted Wordsmith’s prompt is to pick up the nearest book and turn to page 62, line 6 and use that line in a story.
“and marrow sweetness into the meat” – not exactly the romantic vision I love in Diana Galbadon’s “Voyager”, now a tv series I love – “Outlander”. I guess it has to be hopefully humorous.
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The chef prepared all of his unusually savory dishes with secretive recipes. His restaurant’s clientele was unique, and only heard of the restaurant by word of mouth. This night the crowd was extremely lively and the chef sent out various appetizers and free glasses of wine to entertain them. Their palate was indeed hearty and the restaurant was only open one night a month.
Procuring the special dish ingredients was Chef Macabre’s only problem. Exacting flavor “and marrow sweetness into the meat” with his special herbs was an event to please. The chef carefully prepared tonight’s main dish, realizing the two legged beast was quite plump enough to serve all of his customers.
Profits were plenty, but shared among the procurers who remained nameless at night, after their day job in the morgue.
https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/11/05/page-62-line-6/
Word of the Day: Dingy
No longer summer
It’s getting wintry
Keeping drapes almost closed
Cause it’s cold and windy
I guess that’s why my attitude’s dwindling
And why my inspiration’s not kindling
Instead of bright summer days
It’s subdued weather rays
Eating even gets more bingey
And everything seems to look a bit dingy.
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