Tea Time Talk – #21 ~ #TeaTimeTalk

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Good morning, friends! Happy Sunday!  Another week in the Land of Oz.  Can you believe it’s the end of June?  Half the year is already gone! Sigh. Grab your tea, iced or hot, make yourselves comfy and let’s talk!   🙂

 

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: it was a bit of an off week.  I wound up taking my mom to the hair dresser on Friday (I’m still not supposed to drive) because Alyssa has been having trouble with her shin and ankle.  This is not a good thing when you’re a dog walker!  And she can’t get an appointment to see the doctor until the middle of July.  I’m trying to help out as much as possible so she’s stays off that leg.

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: after I took mom to the hairdresser, she wanted to get lunch.  Today she wanted pizza, so I took her to her favorite (and mine) place.  She was in her glory.  She had a mushroom, onion, & pepper slice, and took home an eggplant, roasted peppers and balsamic slice.  I had the eggplant slice.  It’s so good, and so filling!

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: about a week ago, Alyssa went all out and had her hair dyed purple and blue.  This is something she has been wanting to do for a long time and the opportunity came up for her.  It’s beautiful.  In the sunlight, the color reminds me of an amethyst jewel.  What do you think?

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: we wanted to join our neighborhood lake, and went to the township to do so.  Since Lys lives with us, we were signing up as a family of three.  No go.  She would have to go in as an adult, single membership, which obviously costs more money.  So we walked out of there without the passes.  I grew up in this town, I’ve lived here for 52 of my 58 years, and this is how it goes.  It’s all about the almighty dollar.  Pffft.

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: this is a short one this week as my health isn’t cooperating.  For those wondering, I schedule my posts way in advance, unless they’re specific day challenges.  I do it when my hands allow me.  Otherwise, I’m off the keyboard, sometimes for a couple of days.  You may also notice it takes me a bit to reply to you.  I apologize, but don’t give up on me.  I’ll get to you soon! Otherwise, my response may look like my bitmoji below!! ❤

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: on a brighter note, the weather has been perfect.  Sunshine and summer temps during the day, sometimes thunderstorms at night. The week ahead looks about the same.  Have I said how much I like air conditioning? lol

As for the week ahead:

If we were sipping tea, basking in the sun and talking I would tell you: I’m not really sure what will happen.  It all depends on how I’m feeling, as well as everyone else here.  Lys comes back home on Monday, so I’m looking forward to that!

If we were sipping tea, basking in the sun and talking I would tell you: it’s time to be on my way.  Church is calling, as it always does on Sunday.  Another gorgeous day ahead!  Have a blessed week ahead, my friends!   ❤

Backyard Buddies – Mr. C – #myphotography

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It’s that time of year again.  On Saturday’s, during the months of June, July and August, I only do one writing/poetic post, and the other is my photography.  I call it my “Backyard Buddies” series because that’s where all these beauties visit me.  I hope you enjoy!

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Go West, Old Man – #poetry – #JuneWriting

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He would never listen to anyone,

Did whatever he wanted to do;

When trying to talk sense into him,

He would always misconstrue.

The plans clearly said go north,

He insisted he had to go west.

No one ever heard from him again,

Surely, this was his dying quest.

Folks found an old town one day,

Twas a store, with a grave marker;

An eerie sense came over them,

And the skies, above, grew darker.

See, legend has it, the old man died,

In a saddened state, of disaffection.

But truth be told, we all know why,

He could never follow directions!

Every summer, a storm rages on,

Starting from the north, no jest;

Travels along the old man’s house,

Then passes by it, heading west.

 

June Writing Prompt – The directions said to go north, but he headed west – Day 29/30

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#FridayFantasy ~ Aphrodisia – #poetry

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I burn with a fire
And quench your desire
All with the touch of my hands
No choice can you make
Your soul I will take
I’m more than you can withstand

As flames light the sky
Mischievous, sly
And fall to the earth from above
The land will ignite
With passion’s delight
As you feel my lust for your love

I will lead you astray
Then wash it away
With an iciness kept deep inside
From my clutch you can’t run
I have chosen the one
My hunger cannot be denied

 

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Alicia Harding – #flashfiction – #JuneWriting

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A scholar of 20, she’d made her mama proud. But what mama didn’t know, was how, exactly, she had achieved this. Not a very good student, Alicia barely made it out of high school. She never gave college a thought. Let’s face it, she hated school, and everything to do with it, especially the cliques. Others thought her quirky, and not worthy of befriending, and so she spent much time alone.

One day, a woman, who had been watching Alicia for some time, approached her with a proposition that made Alicia’s eyes light up. She never hesitated. This was her chance to prove it to all of them that she was somebody.

Now, standing in front of her college class, as valedictorian, she smiled, nodded, and then disappeared. She reappeared in the back of the rows, though no one knew she was there. She stayed still, wondering how her class would react. They looked puzzled, but no one was actually LOOKING for her.  Nothing had changed, so she walked out of the building, and never went back.

Years later, some still talk about the day Alicia Harding disappeared, especially the old woman who lives in a ragged old tent, just outside of town. Quietly selling her herbs and potions, she loves to tell the story over and over, to anyone who will give her the time of day. Her recollection is as vivid as if it had happened that very morning. And to Alicia, it had.

 

June Writing Prompt – A scholar of 20, she’d made her mama proud. – Day 28/30

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