The Ragtag Daily Prompt is traipse. I looked up Tiny Tim’s Tiptoe through the Tulips, but I don’t want to post it. So instead, another Peter and Lou Berryman. I saw them live while I was in college at UW in Madison, Wisconsin. Once I got my MD, I can especially enjoy the chorus about Dr. O.
And yesterday I really enjoyed watching the Osiris land. How exciting! Gravel from Bennu, the asteroid! Space and science geeks are high as kites, me included!
My photograph is from the Vatican Museum. Look at that ceiling, they were space geeks too.
Let’s traipse to Wisconsin, hop on Dr. Otto’s rocket ship and find out what Martians drink and when they close the bars.
At a clinic visit this week the Medical Assistant screens me. “Are you sexually active?”
I say, “Um, what do you mean?”
“Are you sexually active?”
“Um, I do not have a partner.” By now, I really want to laugh.
She still looks confused. “You are not sexually active.”
“Ok.” I try not to giggle. Apparently her question series does not cover um, solo sexual activity and I resist telling her about the downtown sexual health and toy store. The new multispeed, multipattern suction toys are, well, enlightening and INSPIRING and EXPLOSIVE.. Or, um, something. Snort.
Let’s just study the dome. This is from Venice and tells the story of Adam and Eve.
I have sent a message to my physician saying that they may want to rephrase the questions. “Do you have any sexual partners?” would be more enlightening as far as sexually transmitted disease risk. Heh. The whole thing cracked me up. My blood pressure was still 108 over 70. Ha, so there, heart disease. My English/Scots father’s family is adapted to tobacco and alcohol and my father ran a low blood pressure even with 55 years of unfiltered Camels in his lungs.
Heh.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: dome. This is the Basilica San Marcos, which has multiple domes. This one tells the story of Adam and Eve. I now want to paint one of my ceilings. The bathrooms have too much moisture. I suspect this will not enthuse future realtors.
Vermilion makes me think of lips. Why lips? Oh, the vermilion border, as it’s called.
Ok, trigger warning, medical stuff: if some gets a cut on their face involving the lips, we have to match the edges of the vermilion border very carefully. Because if it’s not matched, it’s very obvious.
This is me singing at the mirror, with vermilion lip liner and black lipstick. It still looks vermilion, doesn’t it?
Walt Kelly was the master of bargleflooping and he could play with language in such fabulous ways! Once Howland Owl and Churchy were trying to make an A-bomb. They had a yew tree and a geranium and crossed them — by them falling over, two small plants in pots, to make Yew-ranium! Which did not explode, thankfully!
My sister and I grew up reading Pogo comics, old books at my grandparents, and memorizing bits and pieces. I still notice when Friday the thirteenth falls on a different day. This poem is one of my favorite bits.
Many happy returns
Once you were two, dear birthday friend. In spite of purple weather:
But now you are three And near the end As we grew some together.
How fourthful thou, forsooth for you For soon you will be more!
But β βfore one can be three be two; Before be five be four!
_________________________ by Walt Kelly
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: barglefloop. Walt Kelly already is bargleflooping the internet, because I did not remember the correct name of this poem and found it by searching purple weather!
I took the photograph from Marrowstone Island. It’s a bunch of terns enjoying the tern towards purple weather.
Our giant salmon is in fine fettle
Stuffed with rhodys and not with nettles!
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Taken at the Rhododendron Parade in Port Townsend, Washington, on Saturday, May 20, 2023.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: nettle. Gosh, telepathy or prescience or something. I took the picture two days before the prompt and those are the only photographs I took of the fabulous parade!
I am a toothsome devil, young, muscular, handsome. I am sixteen pounds of muscle, a tiger cat, ISO of wonderful lady. DON’T get confused by my sister in the photograph. She likes to lean on me sometimes, especially when Mother is gone. Mother has been home, thank goodness. She goes out in the nasty car, but comes back by nighttime. It has been hot this week. She slept in the basement bed one night. My sister and I were a bit worried, it was different and confusing, but she apparently doesn’t have our heat tolerance. We loll in the upstairs when we want the heat.
Contact me, babes. I am in my prime and want to meet the lady cats.
I am reading the list of medical conditions that put people at high risk from Covid-19.
I can nearly say that being a live human “bean”, as Walk Kelly would say, puts one at high risk from Covid-19.
My intuition studies medical conditions alcohol, overweight, diabetes, drugs it doesn’t say much about auto emissions or the healthy power of genuine hugs hypertension, asthma, bad livers or hearts Covid could get you if you don’t watch out I wonder if risks include noxious farts I’m in denial and not a bit stout dementia, disability, HIV or depression check off the ones you don’t have, think positive! I eat an ice cream bar while secretly confessing that eating and drinking might be causative Happy or sad or pie in the sky There is a daily risk that I could die
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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