Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
Some people are alive only because it is
illegal to kill them.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
Some people are alive only because it is
illegal to kill them.
UPCOMING APRIL FOOLS DAY IDEAS
What’s the best / worst practical joke that you’ve played on someone or that was played on you?
Something happened this week that I haven't told a soul. Sadly I am a person who has to tell all but my family doesn't read my blog so here goes. It was a recent close call when I fell out of the attic but this was worse. I choked on my oatmeal. I could not breathe, swallow, speak or cough. It was a horrifying experience and I was going to call 911, knowing I would be dead before they could arrive. I leaned over the couch arm rest and tried to clear the blockage myself but it didn't work. Suddenly my airway opened and I thanked God. I have had a number of near death experiences in my lifetime, plus I actually died once for 30 seconds. This had to be the scariest. I could only think of Mama Cass of the Mamas and Papas who supposedly died alone from choking on a sandwich. What should I have done? What would you have done?
Rob of Rob & Monica's Our Adventures Among The Ducks posts some great holiday picture from olden days on his Facebook page. Many look forward to the Christmas Santa's and Easter Bunnies he finds to share. I ask him if I could steal his to share on my blog.
Here are some more. I will try to keep them coming on Thursdays.
Easter's Coming! RUN!! HIDE!
This month, the prompts are being provided by Hilary Melton-Butcher and are posted by Elephant's Child.
This week's prompts are:
paucity
inglenook
heft
yew
pergola
and/or
greed
madness
myth
traveller
visualize
ADVENTURE TIME by Granny Annie
Liam Connor sat in front of the fireplace inglenook thinking about this journey. He was becoming a traveller wanting to visualize all the sights and sounds of Cork. His small village had paucity in comparison to things the big cities of Ireland had to offer. He hefted his sack over his shoulder and walked under the gate pergola for the last time to venture out into the world.
Liam was a maker of cabinets and had to leave behind the forest of yews that provided the best timber for his craft. His family begged him not to leave. They assured him the big city of Cork was a place full of greed and madness.
That is only myth, Liam told them, and off he went to live his new life of adventure and romance. He was confident every place needed great woodworkers of his skill.
Can you tell why this picture is so scary?
Comment added Sunday, 03-07-2021 Some of you saw this. It is the face under the pillow at the lower left corner of the photo. I will never forget the first time I finally saw it after scanning and scanning the picture until it finally jumped out at me. Yikes!
Rob of Rob & Monica's Our Adventures Among The Ducks posts some great holiday picture from olden days on his Facebook page. Many look forward to the Christmas Santas and Easter Bunnies he finds to share. I ask him if I could steal his to share on my blog.
Here are three. I will try to keep them coming on Thursdays.
Easter's Coming! HIDE!
How did people ever find these Easter Bunnies cuddly???
This month, the prompts are being provided by Hilary Melton-Butcher and are posted by Elephant's Child.
This week's prompts are:
dredge
hedgerow
curmudgeonly
scruffy
pink
and/or
disgruntled
hispid
plying
dolphins
sea-cave
Sea Side Rescue by Granny Annie
Delbert was curmudgeonly. It seems he was always eager to dredge up past bad experiences. He was never gentle in plying the pins and needles he would stick into his memories of blame. They were like hispid lined around a hedgerow by the time he finished his disgruntled tales of woe.
The villagers recalled the time a pink dolphin was trapped in a sea-cave. Scruffy old Delbert blamed the actual rescuers for making matters worse. The divers had saved the very rare mammal and were hailed as heroes by everyone except Delbert. Though successful, he knew the rescue was not how he thought it should have been done.
What is something you have tried really hard to like but just couldn't?