Those Things

“Obstacles do not block the path, they are the path.” ~Zen proverb~ Last week, my biking buddy and I faced a few obstacles on the trail – animals, vegetation, slippery mud, water traps, hills and tree roots poking through the pavement. As any biker knows, obstacles can create a dangerous situation if attention is not paid to what’s ahead. During our week-long escapade, we encountered hopping frog alley, flying grasshopper alley, scurrying bunnies and chipmunks, wild turkeys, greasy mud patchesRead more

When it’s this nice…

When it’s this blue… I must. When it’s this green… I shall. When the tunnels beckon… I go forth. When water brings peace… I breathe. When life tries to throw me… I stop and rest. When it’s this nice… See you later, alligator. (Wiouwash State Trail and Black Otter Lake – July 7, 2018)Read more

Kitty Kat Blues

This one has the Kitty Kat Blues. He’s not feeling well. We’re in the middle of Round 3 of antibiotics for what appears to be a bladder infection. That was the result, twice, of urinalysis. Except that Gibbs only responds positive for a few days, then returns to frequenting the litter box with a dabble of pee here, a dabble of pee there. The litter looks like it’s been hit with shotgun pee pellets. The boy wanders in there everyRead more

Summer Afternoon

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”  ~Henry James~ “Summertime is always the best of what might be.”  ~Charles Bowden~   “I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.”  ~Kellie Elmore~  Read more

Idiot Fishing

“There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.”   ~Steven Wright~ This past Saturday, Natasha, Red and I were idiot fishing. Sort of. Sometimes we were just standing on the shore, other times the chair held us down. Sometimes we engaged in fishing, other times we (I) didn’t understand the concept of catch and release. (Not to worry, the slippery little devil eventually found his way back to water and safety.) AboutRead more

The Jubilance of a Bench

The word of the week is Jubilant. Rejoice! It’s the end of the week, and time for a celebratory photo challenge. Jubilance is on the other side of the photographs. I was smiling broadly and effusively. You see, the weather here turned sunny and warm this week. And I found a new spot for a lunch time break, a bench with a view, and the peaceful calm of blue sky and water. Photos were taken at Fritse Park, on the shoreRead more

Thursday Doors: Rest Stop

How do I top that, a trifecta for Thursday doors? How do I float your boat, and leave you wanting more?   Will the door people scowl, at this petty attempt? To engage in the challenge, with a twisted bent.   For there were two doors, that beckoned me close. Walk this way, they called, We’re not too morose!   We service the people in this little park. The ones who walk, run, bike and fish after dark.   WeRead more

The Flailing Tuna Returns

Three years ago, in March of 2013, I had a brilliant idea. I would swim laps. At the pool. Yes, brilliant. For it will be a great cardio workout and the many years I spent learning ujjayi breath at yoga would certainly be of benefit as I gracefully cut through the salt/chlorine mixture of water. Right? Right? Well, wrong. Very wrong. I splashed and heaved my body up and down the pool, gasping for breath at the end, of lap one, wonderingRead more

Ephemeral Gibbs

A daily habit, it seems. He’s been here before. In a fleeting ephemeral moment, he sits and contemplates… deciding whether to hold the shower stall to task or take a drink from the water dish, when his thoughts suddenly veer and he runs, as his life depended on it, after unknown prey.  Read more

Dark Water

I signed up for Writing 201: Poetry. Yes, Margaret Rose, I know I’m mad. If you have been reading here at Mary J Melange, you know I occasionally poke an amateur finger at poetry. Much like writing itself, I have not studied this art in detail. I fly by the seat of my fleece-lined long underwear and shoddy black beret. Starting today, I am engaged in two weeks of poetry lessons and writing thanks to Ben and Denise at Word Press. What’s inRead more

Water & Light

“This week, let’s play with light! Show us what refraction means to you.” Man, sub-creator, the refracted light through whom is splintered from a single white to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind. ~J.R.R. Tolkien~Read more

Dreamy Gaze

A dreamy gaze falls upon my face. It’s the 9th of October. The sky is the brightest baby blue and the sun’s rays send sparkles across the water. I have landed in a dreamy place. The lunchtime walk across the highway to the trestle bridge was a fabulous idea. There is one other person behind me. I have this place mostly to myself. It is unlike summer, the quiet creates a calm that defies one’s stress. I want to sit, toRead more