SoCS: There’s Always Another

One last post about September biking vacation and then I’ll shut up. The aftertaste, the honeymoon period, has been sweet. On the Sunday of that glorious week, biking buddy and I were on the trail during most of a Green Bay Packer vs. Minnesota Viking football game that started at noon. However, in doing so, we were burning a lot of calories and around 1:00 pm, our tummies told us it was time for fuel. Carbs and protein. We decidedRead more

Finding the Bathroom

I am this. The sullen smog from Jimi’s rock and roll guitar. The faithful mist of a a royal prince. The reddened azure of water’s vapor. I am not a sissy pastel, nor the good-for-nothing child of black and white. My soul is the first breath of spring’s vibrant columbine. My heart is filled with the liquid of amethyst jewels. I embrace the grandiose swirls in the sky of a rising day. Never will I be boring khaki pants, norRead more

SoCS: Three-Letter Chain

Cat. Cat may catch the rat Rat must hate fox Fox has black sox Sox is a baseball mob Mob is not coy Coy is not Gibbs cat Cat is fun Fun like bubble gum Gum sticks to all All in! is the gambler’s cry Cry me a river bed Bed is where I lay Lay is Frito bag Bag holds the nom Nom is like a scrambled egg Egg comes from the hen Hen house is target of foxRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: PIE

It’s my favorite dessert. More so than chocolate cake. Mom and dad made killer lemon meringue pie. They also made the best strawberry dream pie, summer peach pie, and apple slices. Great German cooks, both of them. Last month, I met a few friends from church at a local restaurant (ironically called Mary’s Place). It was evening and I had already had a bite to eat at home because I knew what I wanted to order: A cup of decafRead more

Perpetual Thanks

“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.” ~Henry David Thoreau~ Truth. This is Thanksgiving week in the United States and November 23rd is Thanksgiving Day. I’m leaving town on Wednesday to spend two thankful days with friends; to receive the generosity of my hosts; and to feel the perpetual grace that God gives to my life in so many extraordinary ways. I wish you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving Day, if you celebrate. (EatRead more

Poor Little Kitten

Who has lost their mitten? Was it a child or poor little kitten? I have no clue, but it is written, One little paw or one small hand may be frost-bitten. And neither shall have their pie. Meow…sigh…no pie. This post is in response to the Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Against the Odds. What are the odds that one lone mitten would be hanging off the branch of a tree? That it would be lost? Or that it wouldRead more

Leftover Pie

I don’t know why I get the evil eye. Ziva purrs, “Let sleeping cats lie.” Mr. Blister gives a huff and a sigh, “Yes, human, let sleeping cats lie.” Okay, fine, you two. That is what I will do. You both can forever lie, while I eat leftover pie.Read more