Beautiful, isn’t it? But it’s not a sunset. The recent storms have taken away more beach and there are tons of new rocks and debris thrown around.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: finally.
Beautiful, isn’t it? But it’s not a sunset. The recent storms have taken away more beach and there are tons of new rocks and debris thrown around.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: finally.
I took this from North Beach at sunset three days ago, zoomed in. I got this wonderful silhouette of Protection Island. I am rapt.
I am submitting this to today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: wrapped. Heh, heh, messing with words.
I took this through the window with my phone, so it’s a little fuzzy. Still, I love the flocks of bush tits when they come through.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt scintillate.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: relax.
For breathless.
Seen on our trip to Forks three days ago.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hopeful.
I am not sure that the photograph really fits the prompt, the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sleekit. But maybe a yelling rubber chicken is appropriate. I start my tree this year with a bare stick with a fork in it.
I add lights to my stick.

I add ornaments to my stick.
The cats promptly knock it over and break some.
I remove delicate ornaments and get out the plastic and soft ones.

I finally add four branches from my cedar.

This is my adult children’s fault. They told me not to get a live tree. I figured that a dead one is legit, right?
Pretty sleekit, right?


“Mom, the chicken tastes funny, but good.”
“Shuddup and eat.”
“Mom, the salty stuff on the chicken is the BEST!”
“Move over, I’m eating yours if you don’t want it!”
“Mom!”
“That kind of chicken is called a potato, dears.”
“Yum, mom, more.”
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: obfuscate.
Painting by Maline Robinson.
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: crimson.
I pick up a Steffi-baby doctor while I am in Michigan.
For whom, you say?
For ME. I collect mother/baby images and statues. I have photographs, statues and toys, of mothers and babies and of pregnant women. Some family ones too. I am a Family Practice doctor, after all.
The Steffi is in with a bunch of Barbies. I am glad to see Barbie Princesses that are ethnically diverse. Next I hope the Disney will decide that adult women who are not virgins are human too, but judging by the way the second Frozen was received, I am not holding my breath. The only good Disney Queen is a dead one. The ones who survive, well, sex apparently turns them evil. It is pretty consistent in the Disney animated movies.
So, Steffi. I was thinking of Skipper, Barbie’s friend, but I realize that Steffi is not Skipper. Note that the baby has a facial rash. This apparently resolves if a cool washcloth is used on the baby’s face. I wish all babies were that easy to treat.
I look up Steffi on the internet and she is German. The packaging confirms this, with an instruction sheet in German and multiple other languages. I like Steffi a lot better than the Disney Princesses. She has tools: a stethoscope and a bottle and an otoscope and a thermometer and a rather mysterious looking caliper set. She has a green version of the white coat and a dress with hearts to reassure the babies. And LOOK! Steffi is wearing a MASK!
I love it. Up with Steffi, who can do things. I am not totally against princesses, I am just against the whole princesses are waiting for some prince to arrive and then their life will… well, they will die in childbirth if they remain nice and they will turn evil if they live. It seems like a poor choice of careers, honestly. My favorite princess is the Dealing with Dragons series, because that princess decides not to follow the usual princess path. The first thing she does is follow a frog’s advice and runs away. And the dragons are wonderful too.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: worry. I worry about the message of the Disney Princesses.
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