A Broken Orange Chair
‘Ok, we will start, we are only waiting for one more.’ our leader looks behind her at the large wall clock then down at her wrist. ‘Yes, we will begin’ She leans forward and hits a button that illuminates the white wall behind her. It shows a cartoon happy person with a speech bubble. HI, MY NAME IS……..I AM FROM…………
‘You’, she points at me, ‘we will start with you.’
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Fancy a Gin Fizz – Here’s a couple of winners
A Fizz is basically a base spirit – usually Gin- citrus and sugar made to fizz with a soda and sometimes an egg white to give a luxurious creamy head. I have a complicated relationship with eggs on the whole, fried and runny NO, mayonnaise YES, soft boiled or poached NO, lemon meringue YES. Putting egg white into my cocktails seemed disgusting and so I have always opted out, until I was introduced to Miss Sloe Gin Fizz. Her velvet pink dress and white feather boa utterly seduced me. Sugar and egg white are, after all meringue, I argued as I shook like a pro waiting for the magic to happen.
Why hello Miss Fizz so very nice to drink you. For you I will grit my teeth and put egg white into my shaker.
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I am not sure what moved me
I have been trying to catch a picture of a Monarch butterfly for about six weeks now and have driven myself crazy. I am never quite ready enough to get the shot I am after. Many of them have sailed through my life this summer, flirting, but they are busy and my mission is none of their concern. They have only four or so weeks to do their thing and a camera shoot with me is not on the agenda. My husband laughs at me and sometimes tries to help with “quick quick” calls to the garden. I am not ready to give up, there is something enchanting about just watching their swooping air shows I console, when I leave my camera on the kitchen bench.
I felt my heart crack a little when I saw a monarch whose short weeks had ended on the side of an exhaust black dual carriageway. I was trudging, under hot sun and through petrol fumes, from one car dealership to another when a flag of rust caught my attention. Continue reading “Campfire Stories”
I Call To My Cat – in an egg timer kind of way
“Twinkle”…….I call my cat she ignores me
“Hey beautiful.” I plead into the dark
She hears me………. I know it
I whistle our food call
Again I am ignored
“Come on girl…….
She is shadows
I am not necessary
“Come on ……..I have food”
I shake the box…..”your favorite”
She smiles in the dark, hidden from me
I need her…………….. more than she needs me
A Fight To The Death for my Bagel
My husband and I were lucky enough to be invited by one of my favorite humans to share a few days at the top of this beautiful island. It is at least a four and a half hour drive from where I live, and so to my shame, the last time I visited it must have been at least four years ago. The thought of the journey is worse than the actual miles and the reward worth the dust on the car, so no excuse.
I found myself grateful, relaxed and alone embraced by a stunning start to the day on the beautiful Karikari peninsula wondering why it has been so long. I popped the kettle on and pushed a fat bagel into the thin space of the toaster and prayed I would not burn the batch down before I opened the ranch sliders and breathed in the heavy salt-laden air. I had intended to set up a folding chair but the view had held on, I heard the bagel pop up and gave silent thanks for the toasters resolve.
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Would you still write if no one listened?
I read somewhere that over 6.5 million people blog, double that if you include social media. Most of us are woman. What are we doing, why are we doing it?
WordPress made me think about this recently whilst setting goals I found it uncomfortable, it made me admit I wanted to be heard, that I wanted more followers; I am actually socially shy and private, so I was confused. My answers showed a path that I had not intended.
Cat plays her throat trumpet announcing she will be sharing my space for a while. I am full of questions and rub under her chin as I silently try to answer them. The pressure confuses her body and her back leg lifts, performing a scratching action midair. That happens to the dog sometimes, I wonder if the pressure of my words have any impact, do they cause an action somewhere else. Continue reading “Campfire Stories”
I see you have a pile of chips, I’m sure you can not finish them.
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Parenting – 18 words
It’s hard being a parent. Training is given informally as we grow, good and bad examples are set, it’s rather a sloppy affair. Society dictates ever changing rules, standards constantly evolve so we might measure our attempts.
Congratulate Commiserate Compare
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I look out, the windows need cleaning.
Disconnected, I contemplate the work.
She reaches in, her bright fingers search
For something to cling to,
A secret place to hide her light.
Her pink body already sinking,
I wonder why she fights so hard.
Night always comes, he wins Continue reading “Campfire Stories”