Tag Archives: RDP

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Slack tide

Slack tide is the time when the tide is not going out nor coming in. When it stops. It doesn’t mean the water is quiet because there is still wind and weather. But sometimes it is quiet, as if the ocean is holding its breath.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: slack.

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Unexpected

I have had some unexpected things the last two weeks. A friend whose cancer has escalated and I’ve been taking her to appointments and to the store. Home health is now helping and I am very glad. Two others need some help as well.

But I am still going to some live music and enjoying it very much. I took photographs of the Wild Rose Chorale downtown and gave them copies. They are using them on Facebook and have a concert tonight. If nothing else comes up, I will go.

I am within 7 questions of finishing my three years of CME for the American Board of Family Medicine. I did most of the three years this year, because I was too sick from Covid the first year and had trouble caring the second. Now I am catching up and hope to finish today.

The job hunt is ongoing. Part time is unpopular with clinics. I understand that, but after four pneumonias resulting in not too horrible chronic fatigue, I can’t do full time. Something will turn up.

Life is complicated and beautiful, isn’t it? The photograph is the city tree downtown, ready for lighting a week ago.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: zest.

My parents had a different final verse:

The cherry tree bowed its branches down low to the ground
And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood around

I have read and heard other versions as well.

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One part

I don’t think it is easy to do two parts with straight hair. Now, if I had one of those rather awful perms I had in the 1970s, I could do two parts and tiny braids. At least, I could do the front. I would need help with the back.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Part Two.

I took this photograph when I was picking up mail for a neighbor. I said he’d better come home soon or I would be buried. And gosh, we can’t see any parts.

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Instrument tetris

Both of my children play violin and I play flute and then my daughter starts viola in ninth grade and you start with a small one. We had multiple cases that were falling hazards and tripping hazards. What to do with them?

Our solution years ago: my daughter and I take a violin in its’ case to the Antique Company in Hadlock. The owners import furniture from England. We walk around and try fitting the violin case in to the tall cases until we find the right one. Hooray! The violins and small violas and flutes and quena and ocarinas and dulcimer are contained! And now my office medical books that I kept reside on the lowest shelf and I still pull them out.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt yesterday: tetris.

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Speckled and striped

I am Elwha. Mom is talking to herself again. She’s arguing about whether I am striped or specked. I say, “Mom, I am CAT!” but sometimes she doesn’t listen. She has been giving us a little catnip daily and after I roll and sniff it, I don’t care what she calls me.

She has put the stick up in the kitchen again. I wonder if it is because it’s so cold? We still want to go outside, with the silly leash and harnesses, but the dark is here and it rains and blows. When the light is present, so are the awful cars. I am not spending as much time outside. I do hope for the light to increase again soon. I can feel that it will, but I am not sure exactly when.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: speckled.

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Delicate

I think of what is delicate in all our wide wild world
Our world itself? Yes, but more. Peace among people? No, peace
is strong as war, peace lifts my heart and roars, hoping others hear.
Most delicate is the human heart, all humans. Covid has damaged
the human hearts, we fear, we grieve, we stress and lash out
and so we go to war and wars and argue with each other.
Human hearts turn outward, we cannot see the virus and feel helpless
as the subtle battle is fought and doctors and nurses and scientists
research and die. Human hearts want an enemy they can see, they can fight
and what is better than another human? Every human is different
so there are many choices, to fight over the differences. Let us stop.
Gather our wounded, clear the rubble, find the dead and bury them.
Let us stop and cry and weep and tear our hair.
Let us mourn as a world our dead and the damage to the human heart.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: delicate.

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Advent of lights

On Saturday, Wild Rose Chorale caroled downtown and I took pictures.

At four pm people started to gather at the tree for the lighting ceremony and the train.

Santa arrives on the Kiwanis Train and then we count down to the tree lighting!

And we have the advent of the lights.

Wild Rose has a concert this Friday in Port Townsend! Here: https://www.wildrosechorale.org/upcoming-concerts/

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: advent.