Weekly Photo Challenge – Dreamy – Sleepy Cat

A beloved cat, who passed years ago ….  T.C. the cat …. comfy in her perch ….. in between naps ….  she was the kind of cat whose motto was “don’t call me, I’ll call you” … but beautiful and cuddly when she wanted to be ….




Posted in Weekly Photo Challenge | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

Ode to the Selfie

Photo credit: frenchfinds.co.uk / Foter / CC BY-NC

Photo credit: frenchfinds.co.uk / Foter / CC BY-NC

As Shakespeare once said in one of his sonnets,

and how would he take to having a selfie taken and the

vanity therein?


“Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,

And all my soul, and all my every part;

And for this sin there is no remedy,

It is so grounded inward in my heart.

Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,


No shape so true, no truth of such account;

And for myself mine own worth do define,

As I all other in all worths surmount.

But when my glass shows me myself indeed,

Beated and chopp’d with tann’d antiquity,

Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;

Self so self-loving were iniquity.

‘Tis thee (myself) that for myself I praise

Painting my age with beauty of thy days.”

Posted in Thoughts on life. | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

The Daily Post – Mouths Wide Shut – Picky Eater

Are you a picky eater? Share some of your favorite food quirks with us (the more exotic, the better!). Omnivores: what’s the one thing you won’t eat?

What won’t I eat?  Since I was a little toddler, I won’t eat sweet potatoes, cantalope, parsnips, cooked carrots, any vegetable that is sweet, except I do like tomatoes that have a sweet edge.  Call me crazy, but when I was 4 years old, I had an uncle-in-law who force fed me sweet potatoes and that was it for a lifetime.  I do occasionally try to eat them, such as, I had them in a savory rosemary flavored soup which was really quite good (and not sweet tasting).  I have tried to taste sweet potatoes with the marshmallow topping cooked on top, but frankly, all I liked was the marshmallow topping!

Cantalopes are the same way, being as they are melons, they sure don’t taste like watermelons!  I’ve never been able to swallow them!

I do like raw carrots, but not cooked carrots – go figure!  It’s that cooked sweet taste.  I will in general, eat a raw sweet vegetable, but forget about getting me to eat it cooked!

Oh, and don’t even get me started on a pile of cooked spinach, bleah.



Posted in Daily Post | Tagged | 5 Comments

Are We There Yet? Photo Challenge

One of my favorite signposts near here.  Midwest, USA


Shooting Star Lane



Quoted from Living in Africa:

“I would like to challenge you to take pictures of signposts and post it in a blog post. Title the post: Are we there yet? and add a photo of a signpost. To make it more fun please add your country and more or less where this signpost is. Please add a link to this page in order for others also to find this page and be part of the fun.

If you would be so kind as to post a link to your page in my comments box it will be appreciated. Then I can see your great post as well. I will post the top 10 signposts every Sunday on my blog. I am excited to learn more about other countries and cultures. For the first week there is no theme. Just post any signpost that you see.”

Posted in Uncategorized, Weekly Photo Challenge | Tagged | 3 Comments

The Daily Post Writing Challenge – That’s Absurd ~ The Closet

Helen sat at her computer at work and for the 1,000th time laid her fingers on the keyboard to enter a customer’s name.  How many times had she sat here each week, entering data after data in a never ending day in, day out, week in, week out, month in, month out, year in,  year out endless array of typing?  She had lost count and she was thinking she was losing herself in the process.

The daily grind of getting up in the morning, going to work, working, coming home, going to bed and getting up again the next morning was wearing on her nerves.  She needed a break!

Photo credit: Seth W. / Foter / CC BY-SA

Photo credit: Seth W. / Foter / CC BY-SA


Her phone rang, abruptly drawing her out of her dilemma, and she drew her left hand out to pick it up, drew it to her ear mindlessly while continuing to type.  Someone needed that file now, upstairs.  “Oh, where did I put it?” she thought to herself.  “It must be here some where on my desk.”  A desk littered with files and paper and pens and pencils and staplers and tape, but the desired file was no where in sight.

She stood up and began to shuffle the objects on her desk, hoping it was under some report, or another file, to no avail.  Turning, she went to the closet behind her, to see if she had put it in the filing cabinet.

Photo credit: shonaliburke / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

Photo credit: shonaliburke / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

Noticing a faint glow from behind the filing cabinet, she tilted her head in curiosity.  What could be making that darkness glow like that?  She reached between the filing cabinet and a stack of boxes and felt a hand touch her hand briefly.  She jerked up with a screech, not knowing what to do.  She looked around, but it appeared no one had heard her.  People were scurrying out to have lunch. If she ran for help, no one would believe her.  She peered into the gap, by slowly pressing her head forward, but didn’t see anything.  There couldn’t be enough space between the filing cabinet and the wall.  So, gullibly, she reached her hand behind the filing cabinet again and with a big whoosh, she was pulled into the wall and beyond.

Photo credit: dno1967b / Foter / CC BY

Photo credit: dno1967b / Foter / CC BY

There, on the other side of the wall, she stood up in a timbered room  just outside a closet, in a room with plastered walls and a glowing fireplace in the corner.

Photo credit: Kansas Sebastian / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

Photo credit: Kansas Sebastian / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND


Her hand was attached to the hand of the person standing there and he was looking at her as if she were a ghost.  She jumped back and grabbed her hand out of his.  “Who are you?!” she exclaimed.  “Che cosa fai????”  he exclaimed.  “Oh dear, oh dear,” she mumbled, “he doesn’t speak English!” and “What am I doing here?”  She had studied a little bit of Italian in college, she thought, as she tried to drum up a phrase out of the cobwebs in her head.  “Dovo mi trovo?” she whispered to the entity.  “In Italia, Senora.”  “Perché tu sei nel mio armadio?!”  She gathered he was asking her why she was standing in his closet.  She held her arms up and shrugged “Non lo so” (I don’t know!), “but this is sure a lot better than where I came from,”  she chuckled to herself.  “Cosa hai detto?” he queried her.  Umm, she must have another phrase in her head for this one.  “Sono uscito dal mio armadio lavoro sull’altro lato della terra, ” she explained that she came from her work closet half way around the world.  And let her arms fall to her sides with a slap, just shaking her head back and forth.  “Ummmm, si” he murmured, shaking his head back and forth too.

In stumbling phrases of Italian and English they each explained they were looking for something in their closet and he was reaching for something in the back of his closet.  “Puzzling,” she said.  “Si,” he said, “sconcertante.”  “Pensi che se si va indietro nel ripostiglio si uscirà dall’altra parte della terra?”  She gathered again, that he was asking if she re-entered the closet, that she would go back to the other side of the earth and to her office.  “I don’t know, but let’s try it, shall we?”  “I’ll be right back!”

And with determination, she entered his closet and poked her head through into the brightly lit office she had left only moments before.  Noticing the clock, she saw that she re-entered the office at the same time she left it.  “Hmm, this may be just the break I need each day, if my new friend will allow me to impose on him.”  And with a quick grab for her purse and jacket, she flung herself back into the closet, between the filing cabinet and boxes and re-appeared in her new friend’s room in Italia.

“Mamamia!”  he exclaimed.  “Cosa faremo adesso?”  “Well, for starters, let’s get acquainted and go have some lunch!”  OOps, she forgot to speak in Italian,  “In primo luogo, diamo il pranzo!



Posted in Daily Post, Daily Post Writing Challenge | Tagged | Leave a comment

Weekly Photo Challenge – Endurance

This gallery contains 2 photos.

The hard maple tree in my driveway, dating back to at least the War of 1812, has endured the test of time and more years to come….   On the flip side of the coin, my paint job on my … Continue reading

Gallery | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

La Fête du Pain in Paris ~ May 12-18, 2014

La Fête du Pain takes place all over France each May, the week before May 16th, which is the Saint’s day of St. Honoré, the patron saint of bakers.  He became bishop of Amiens in the 6th century & is the patron saint of bakers. Legend has it that a miracle involving a bakers peel taking root and growing a fruit tree took place there. His death is celebrated in hopes of ensuring a good wheat harvest.  Chefs gathered here to demonstrate their techniques and share their creations with the public.

May 2014 Europe Trip 438

While I was walking to see Notre Dame cathedral, I happened upon this festival which takes place directly in front of the cathedral.  I was caught quite unawares, not realizing it was going on, and just thrilled to be able to experience it.

May 2014 Europe Trip 436

There is a cake in honor of this saint, the St. Honoré cake which reminds me of the famous Paris Brest pastry.  I will have to try that recipe!  The exhibit had all kinds of breads and pastries being made and demonstrated.  I saw a chef slicing apples in such neat little slices, so I determined I would buy one of his creations and taste it.  Superb!

May 2014 Europe Trip 423May 2014 Europe Trip 424May 2014 Europe Trip 433May 2014 Europe Trip 432May 2014 Europe Trip 431 May 2014 Europe Trip 430 May 2014 Europe Trip 429 May 2014 Europe Trip 428 May 2014 Europe Trip 427 May 2014 Europe Trip 426 May 2014 Europe Trip 425May 2014 Europe Trip 422 May 2014 Europe Trip 421 May 2014 Europe Trip 420 May 2014 Europe Trip 419 May 2014 Europe Trip 418 May 2014 Europe Trip 417 May 2014 Europe Trip 416 May 2014 Europe Trip 415 May 2014 Europe Trip 414 May 2014 Europe Trip 413 May 2014 Europe Trip 412 May 2014 Europe Trip 411 May 2014 Europe Trip 410May 2014 Europe Trip 409 May 2014 Europe Trip 408 May 2014 Europe Trip 407 May 2014 Europe Trip 406 May 2014 Europe Trip 405 May 2014 Europe Trip 404 May 2014 Europe Trip 403 May 2014 Europe Trip 402 May 2014 Europe Trip 401



Posted in French Food, Paris France, Travel France | Tagged , , | 4 Comments