Up a Tree X 8

21 May

An octopus in the sea

decided “Hey, this isn’t for me.” 

Climbing out of the muck

 said “If my life’s going to suck

I might as well be up a tree.”

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The Pacific Northwest tree octopus (Octopus paxarbolis) apparently was first sighted in the temperate rain forests of the Olympic Peninsula on the west coast of North America.  

However, since octopi, or more grammatically proper, octopuses (crediting Maggie Wilson , The Zombies Ate My Brain, for this important research) , are extremely intelligent  (“Some evolutionary theorists suppose that ‘arboreal adaptation’ is what laid the groundwork in primates for the evolution of the human mind.”) it appears tree octopuses are acclimating to harsher and milder climes in their quest for survival.  

 Check out sightings of the tree Octopus here.

Thanks to Jacqui Murray for helping to make me, her public, aware of this endangered species

Jacqui Murray, Ask a Tech Teacher

True Facts about the Octopus . . . . . and the Pentapus

20 May

Excess in life

just leads to strife

All I need is five 

to stay alive

One with which to eat

Two for feet

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whether or not it’s there

and the last to procreate

Who on earth needs eight?

Thanks Daru!

 

 

Going Viral

17 May
Scratch one more cure . . .  for now.
I started an anti-viral medication that has been successful in treating some people with Chronic Fatigue.  There is a long-held theory that virus are responsible for fibromyalgia/CFS and since I have tested positive for a viral-reactivation it seemed worth a prescription.
After taking the meds for over a month and coping with a bit of  24-hour nausea and headaches, last night I was wakened by really severe stomach pain which radiated to my back .  The cure was worse than the malady. 
Before the pain became full-blown I was playing around with some oil paint and roughed-in this face.  Now looking at my preliminary sketch it’s a window into how I’ve been feeling.  I think I’ll not “finish” the painting and leave it be  . . .  for now.
Oil

Oil

I stopped the medication this morning.  Like my painting, I’m not going to try to “finish off” the virus either  . . .   for now.

100 Years of Beauty

14 May

Being tired is exhausting

13 May

I look normal, I act normal (relatively normal)However, I feel exhausted much of the time, my body aches from head to toe and my brain sometimes has trouble remembering or concentrating.  Please don’t tell me to exercise more, eat better, try acupuncture or go to a new doctor.  After 20 years I’ve tried just about everything there is to try that I can afford, swallow or legally do.

I don’t even care anymore what you call it: Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, malingering . . . it’s just tiring being tired much of the time.  I push through it otherwise I’d have no life.  But the price for pushing can be days of crashing so I pick and choose my commitments.

Judy's Journal, Mixed Media, Collage

judy’s Journal, Collage

No one knows what causes it or how to make it better.  Looking back, I think I’ve had it my whole life.  But I’m lucky because it didn’t become full-blown until I was an adult.  For teens and young adults it’s really hard. Read this article by teens and 10 things they want the public to know.   Teens who live with chronic illness and the 10 things they want you to know.

I’ve blogged about it before:

The Mask of Invisibility and me

Fibromyalgia, Dx: Hysterical Middle-Aged Woman’s Syndrome

I prefer not to talk about it, write about it, dwell on it.  It is what it is and I’m blessed that it’s not life threatening.  But today is World Awareness Day for neuro-immune illnesses of ME/Chronic Fatigue (CFS), Fibromyalgia (FM), Lyme disease, and Multiple Chemical Sensitivity (MCS). It’s an opportunity to raise public awareness of these conditions that impact millions all over the world.

It’s a good bet that you or someone you know has one of these invisible conditions . . . if you didn’t before, you do now.

Sneek a Peek into my Journal – Stripping for fun (not profit)

12 May

Year of the SPARK  lesson:  Reverse painting on clear packing tape.  I didn’t like my results so I cut it up in strips.  What you see is the reverse order of the process.

3.  Cut-up strips on black paper

Thrown Around

Thrown Around

2.  Cut up strips, a variation

Cut up

Cut up

1. Painted-packing-tape, torn magazines and chalk

Pasted down

Cut-up, pasted down packing strips, torn magazine and chalk

Who said life was fair?

11 May

Alas, fair maiden

bereft of  biting remarks

all your teeth are gone

*     *     *

a judy doodle

a judy doodle

Alas, fair maiden

your ears continue to grow

as your stature shrinks

*     *     *

Alas, fair maiden

eat chocolate, drink wine, love, laugh

life is pretty good

*     *     *

Bob Blobfish sez: ". . .  no comment  . . "

Bob Blobfish sez: “. . . who needs teeth?  . . “

Haiku Horizons - prompt FAIR

Haiku Horizons – prompt FAIR

 

 

Are You a Highly Sensitive Person? You might have ADRA2b like me.

10 May

Goggle “emotional sensitivity” and you’ll find tons (well maybe not tons, but a lot) of articles, books, survival guides on how to overcome “being so sensitive”.   

About 1 in 5  fit the HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) profile.  I currently rate a 12 1/2 out of 16 traits below.  When I was younger it was 16 out of 16.  (Interestingly, artists and therapists seem to fit this profile in larger numbers than the general population . . . hmmm)

Fragile Fleur by judy

Fragile Fleur by judy

It’s baaaaaaaad:  I cry at dog food commercials and can’t tolerate anything that has a hint of violence.

My husband prefers “blow’em up – shoot ’em dead – stab ’em hard” for his watching pleasure.  He reminds me that it’s “not real” as I lock him in his room so I can’t see or hear what he’s watching.  I watch HGTV House Hunters International, preferring my suspense and intrigue to trying to guess which house the couple will buy.

However, rather than label myself as a “Highly Sensitive Person”, I prefer to think of myself as a fragile flower . . . so much more feminine.    

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Here are 16 HSP traits.  If you want to read more about each click here

  1. They feel more deeply.
  2. They’re more emotionally reactive.
  3. They’re probably used to hearing, “Don’t take things so personally” and “Why are you so sensitive?”
  4. They prefer to exercise solo.
  5. It takes longer for them to make decisions.
  6. They are more upset if they make a “bad” or “wrong” decision.
  7. They notice details.
  8. Not all highly sensitive people are introverts.
  9. They work well in team environments.
  10. They’re more prone to anxiety or depression (but only if they’ve had a lot of past negative experiences).
  11. That annoying sound is probably significantly more annoying to a highly sensitive person.
  12. Violent movies are the worst.
  13. They cry more easily.
  14. They have above-average manners.
  15. The effects of criticism are especially amplified in highly sensitive people.
  16. They prefer solo work environments.

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The good news! I no longer have to read up on how to overcome, minimize, explain or justify my emotional sensitivity because I must have a ADRA2b gene.

(Now I can blame my mother for my sensitivity – aren’t mothers always the ones who get the credit for how we turn out . . .  or the blame?)

Genes might explain differences in how we experience emotions

“Your genes may influence how sensitive you are to emotional information, according to new research by a UBC neuroscientist. The study, recently published in The Journal of Neuroscience, found that carriers of a certain genetic variation perceived positive and negative images more vividly, and had heightened activity in certain brain regions.”

“People really do see the world differently,” says lead author Rebecca Todd, a professor in UBC’s Department of Psychology. “For people with this gene variation, the emotionally relevant things in the world stand out much more.”

“The gene in question is ADRA2b, which influences the neurotransmitter norepinephrine. Previous research by Todd found that carriers of a deletion variant of this gene showed greater attention to negative words. Her latest research is the first to use brain imaging to find out how the gene affects how vividly people perceive the world around them, and the results were startling.”

"Fragile flower . . . I think WUSS may be closer to the truth . . "
“Fragile flower?  HSP? . . . I think she’s just plain melodramatic. . “

Genetic Literacy Project

 

Everyone has a story

8 May

Don’t let the cartoons throw you off – this is a real life interview and worth every minute of your time (watch all the way to the end).

“Kay Wang was a strong-willed grandmother who was reluctantly taken to a StoryCorps* booth by her son and granddaughter. Though Kay resisted, she still had stories to tell—from disobeying her mother and rebuffing suitors while growing up in China to late-life adventures as a detective for Bloomingdale’s department store.”

“Kay passed away just weeks after that interview, and her son and granddaughter returned to StoryCorps to remember her gentler side, which she kept to herself.”

“Since 2003, StoryCorps has collected and archived more than 50,000 interviews with over 90,000 participants. Each conversation is recorded on a CD to share, and is preserved at the American Folklife Center at the Library of Congress. StoryCorps is one of the largest oral history projects of its kind . . . “

You can donate to this incredible project and find out where recordings are made, click here for the StoryCorps website.

Stroppy and the Astronaut, Part II

7 May

I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, I thought, as I wrote Stroppy and the Astronaut, part II  for this writing challenge from Esther Newton.  The sentence (in red) has to be included somewhere in the story:  

Click here for my first “Stroppy Story” which might, or might not, help you understand this one. 

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Stroppy eyed her lonely astronaut tethered next to her in space I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, she thought. Now that we’ve nuzzled it’s time. She bit cleanly through his safety tether and taking his gloved hand in hers pointed the jet thruster toward home. With a twinkle in her eye and terror in his, they zoomed off into the vacuum of space to meet Mom and Dad.

Bob Blobfish sez: ". . .  I can’t believe she actually wrote this, he thought.  . . "

Bob Blobfish: “. . . I can’t believe she actually wrote this, he thought. . . “

 

How to Control Other People with Your Brain

6 May

“Big Brother is watching you” George Orwell wrote in his novel 1984.  In 2014 BIG BRAIN is controlling you.  WATCH THIS!!!!!!

“Greg Gage is on a mission to make brain science accessible to all. In this fun, kind of creepy demo, the neuroscientist and TED Senior Fellow uses a simple, inexpensive DIY kit to take away the free will of an audience member. It’s not a parlor trick; it actually works. You have to see it to believe it.

 

A prayer, a plea and a promise

5 May

May heavenly rain

water the hearts of mankind

with loving-kindness

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*     *     *

Flotsam of our past

it’s water under the bridge

Wave from river banks

*     *     *

Washed away through tears

Cleansed through the sweat of our brow

human suffering

*     *     * 

Year of the Spark – one-liners

4 May

I’ve been a bit sparkless but Carla Sonheim’s Spark lesson on doing one-line faces I had energy for.

DSCN6258One I drew from my imagination, one using a photo of a real person and another is a person on TV.  Bet you can’t tell which is which . . . !

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You can do this too. Just put your pen down on the paper and keep drawing using one continual line.  It’s fun and easy . . . as long as you have no expectation to have it hanging in the Museum of Modern Art.

Amusingly Mindful Meditative Amusement – with Stroppy

2 May

I fall asleep when I try to meditate. Doesn’t matter what type of meditation, I fall asleep.  So I’m now practicing my own form: “Meditative Amusement” (or should I call it “Amusing Meditation” or “Mindful Amusement”?).    

Focusing on amusing myself matches the conventional definition of meditation* (AND makes me smile which is therapeutic in itself), don’t you think? 

Here’s what led me to Amusing Meditation:   Jacqui Murray who has an excellent writing blog – Word Dreams (among many other blogs) introduced me to Esther Newton, a British author, who has a weekly writing challenge . . . 

This week’s challenge is to write a 20-word story, using the words, ‘fairy’, ‘tomato’, ‘stroppy’, ‘nuzzling’ and ‘astronaut’

alien Stroppy

alien Stroppy by j

My 20-word story:

Nuzzling the alien Stroppy, the lonely astronaut watched the tomato-earth rise. Stroppy comforted him. It’s no fairy-tale in space.

Try mindfully amusing yourself – having your own Stroppy is optional.

*”A practice of concentrated focus upon a sound, object, visualization, the breath, movement, or attention itself in order to increase awareness of the present moment, reduce stresspromote relaxation, and enhance personal and spiritual growth.”

Beyond the A to Z Challenge, well beyond . . . Eternity

1 May

Recently two very close and dear friends died. They were both younger than me – by at least 10 years.  I was hit by painful sadness and simultaneously comforted by a belief:

Several years ago I was depressed.  Life was the color of dirty grey.  I was in a fibromyalgia flare and feeling helpless.  I wasn’t suicidal, just weary, really weary, of pushing through the pain and exhaustion. Half jokingly I wrote to my Baha’i friend and mentor something to the effect:  “I’m ready to leave this earthly plane. Beam me up into eternity”

He wrote back four words which rocked me to my core:  “You are in eternity.”

Judy's journal page, mixed media
Looking Beyond, a judy-journal page, mixed media

You see, I had always assumed life here on earth as a human was separate from the “eternal realm”.  I thought that after I died I would then be in eternity.  It was a paradigm shift for me.  It is strangely comforting to know we are all already in eternity – you, me, my friends.

Believing knowing

we are in eternity

life is never short

 

“Z” is for Catching some Zeds. snooooooooozzzzzzzzzzzz

30 Apr

“A” started the day

with Anything Goes”

“Z” brings the challenge to a close

Posting 6 days a week was a chore

If by chance you found it a bore

give me some credit please

for helping you catch some zzzzzz’s

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“ZZZzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzz”

English speakers equate sleep with zzzzzzzz, more specifically snoring.  The British call sleeping  “Catching some zeds.”

If I had earlier researched how languages represent “sleeping” I could have used this topic for 5 other letters of the alphabet:

  • “C”Germans use “chrrr,” which considering the typical German pronunciations of ch and r—is closer to snoring than “zzz.”
  • “R” – The French, who also favor a sonically rich r, use “rrroooo,” “rrr,” “roon,” “ron,” and so on. The Spanish similiarly use “rooooon.”
  • “G” – The Japanese use characters that transliterate as “guu guu,” 
  • “M”Mandarin Chinese use characters sounding like “hu lu.”
  • “K”Finns use “kroohpyyh,”

Why does Z stand for snoring

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“A” is for Annoying sounds

Chrrr, rrooooo, ZZZZ, guu guu, hu lu, kroohpyyh, 

and so ends the A to Z Alphabet Challenge

It’s been a snoooooozzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Y” is for Yu Yi – the desire to feel intensely again

29 Apr

In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, in the expert’s mind there are few.” Zen teacher Shunryu Suzuki

yù yī – 玉衣 is the desire to see with fresh eyes, and feel things just as intensely as you did when you were younger—before expectations, before memory, before words.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
From Mandarin Chinese yù yī, literally “jade suit.” Some Han dynasty royals were made to wear ceremonial burial suits made of jade, stitched together in hundreds of pieces threaded together, like a suit of armor made of jade. Literally, it is to be ‘jaded’ in an attempt to protect yourself.

The Atlas Obscura includes this detail, which is useful for the metaphor: “Jade was believed to have preservative and protective qualities that would prevent the deterioration of soft tissues and keep away bad spirits. 

“X” marks the spot

28 Apr

“X” gets tired and worries a lot

always being the one

to mark the spot

afraid no one will find it

unless he is there

He does it for free

no complaints or “why me?”

It’s his lot in life

no children or wife

just spots to mark

It’s really no lark

not having a say

where he’s to stay

I bet you wouldn’t like

always being put on the spot

So the least you might do

is pay him a fee

or occasionally use

a “Y” or a “Z”

"x" by j

“x” by j

"I think she forgot to mention it's National Poetry Month as a rationale"

“I think she forgot to mention it’s National Poetry Month  . . . as a rationale”

“W” is for Wences & Wendy

27 Apr

Senor Wences always made me smile and NOW herrrrrrrrrrrrres Wendy! To quote Sharon Bonin- Pratt  “Whoowhee! Wowzers! Whoop dee doo! Won’erful won’erful!”

“Marc Metral has a unique bit he does with his dog, Wendy. When he brings her out on stage, the audience and judges are skeptical about her ability to talk. But once she starts singing, the entire audience loses it.”

Thanks Joyce!

“V” is for Vampire Squid

25 Apr

“The Vampire squid from hell

is actually rather quite swell

 He doesn’t suck blood

 or lurk in  the mud

but in chilly, dark waters drifts free

where he never eats meats

just low-calorie treats

that sink toward the bottom of the sea

A sighting is transforming

But here’s a forewarning

always go in the morning

and certainly not on a whim

For late at night you’ll die from fright

especially if you can’t swim

The scientific name for the species, Vampyroteuthis infernalis, translates to “vampire squid from hell,” but the animal’s behavior isn’t all that intimidating.

“Vampire squid drift in chilly, dark waters with low oxygen levels up to 9,800 feet (3,000 meters) below the surface. They have a low metabolism and they eat low-calorie foods — mostly “marine snow,” or clumps of particles, that sink down the water column.”

The new findings were published  in the journal Current Biology.”

“U” is for U-turn

24 Apr

U, A, E, I and O

The “U” we all knew

was stuck on the end

One day he decided to play

and not go to work in the usual way

He did a U-turn and went to the head

giving all the vowels he now led

a brand new way to be said

u, a, e, i, o by j

u, a, e, i, o by j

 

Sometimes “Y”

who is such a good guy

wants to go along for the ride

but for this little ditty

Sometimes Y’s just not witty

It’s just a fact I can’t hide

There she goes . . . again”

“T” is for Terrible Terror Bird

23 Apr

Have you ever heard of the Terror Bird?

He was real,  it’s not absurd

At ten feet tall

his turds weren’t small

and his face alone

could turn you to stone

It would have frightened me so

to be kicked with his toe

knocked out with his breath

then  pecked to death

 What could I say to not be his prey?

“Good day, Mr Bird, I won’t get in your way”

“Whatever you want, whatever you say”

“It’s not nice to eat

my flesh for your meat”

It’s a relief to now know

His reign is no go

Terror Bird is toast

just bones at the most

or maybe . . . a 40 pound roast?

“An army of huge carnivorous “terror birds” — some as big as 10 feet tall — ruled South America for tens of millions of years before going extinct some 2.5 million years ago.”

“Now, with the discovery of a new species of terror bird called Llallawavis scagliai [in Argentina] paleontologists are gaining fresh insight into this fearsome family of top predators.”

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“Llallawavis likely lived around 3.5 million years ago, near the end of terror birds’ reign, according to the researchers. It stood about four feet tall and weighed about 40 pounds.”

An article describing the findings was published online March 20 in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/04/10/terror-bird-fossil-discovered_n_7040716.html

“S” is for Stroke of Insight

22 Apr

“One morning, a blood vessel in Jill Bolte Taylor’s brain exploded. As a brain scientist, she realized she had a ringside seat to her own stroke. She watched as her brain functions shut down one by one: motion, speech, memory, self-awareness  . . . ”

One of the best TEDTalks EVER!  VIVID, moving.

Brain researcher Jill Bolte Taylor studied her own stroke as it happened.

“How many brain scientists have been able to study the brain from the inside out? I’ve gotten as much out of this experience of losing my left mind as I have in my entire academic career.” — Jill Bolte Taylor

“Amazed to find herself alive, Taylor spent eight years recovering her ability to think, walk and talk. She has become a spokesperson for stroke recovery and for the possibility of coming back from brain injury stronger than before. In her case, although the stroke damaged the left side of her brain, her recovery unleashed a torrent of creative energy from her right. From her home base in Indiana, she now travels the country on behalf of the Harvard Brain Bank as the “Singin’ Scientist.”

 

“R” is for Running low on petrol

21 Apr

Have you noticed that I’ve been amusing myself writing poems lately?  (If you haven’t noticed that is evidence you are not reading my blog as often as you should be!)

My chronic fatigue has reared its “rear”.  Sitting and moving my fingers on the keyboard, one at a time, is about all the physical energy I have had to expend.  (mental energy is another matter . . .)

There once was a  lass

who ran out of gas

As her windshield grew hazy

she became quite lazy

removing the rust from her a_ _

"I hope you didn't hear that!"

“I hope you didn’t hear that!”

“Q” is for Quirky Quacks Queueing-up

20 Apr

All the duckies in a queue

lined up one by one, two by two

waiting for their water-wings

floaties, tubes and safety things

For duckies who can’t swim

no need to give up  life & limb

Any help to get ashore

is well worth waiting for

“It’s a ducky thing,” they quack and quip

“Much cheaper than a rescue ship.”

"She has too much time on her hands . . ."

“She has too much time on her hands . . .”

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Duckies

 

“P” is for Pluck a Peck of Hair

18 Apr

As I grow old

my hair grows bold

From out of nowhere hair is there

I  pick & pluck the pesky hair

anywhere from lip to neck

I pluck a bushel and a peck

Then absently I rub my chin

another hair has grown in!

Some are white, others black

sharp as a nail, small as a tack

Where was I when they grew back?

"she has nothing to complain about"

“She has NOTHING to complain about”

Maybe this research shows why chin hair keeps growing in thicker and more luxuriant?  (With a low density pluck I might have more luck)

Plucking hairs may be a good solution to baldness

“. . .  plucking 200 hairs in a particular density and pattern can generate 1.200 hairs to grow . . . “

“From a circular patch of mouse skin the investigators plucked 200 hairs. The circle had a medium density of 5mm in diameter. Scientist also tried low-density pluck (6mm circle), but the regeneration did not occur. In higher density pluck they tried extracting the same number of hairs from a patch of 4mm but only 780 new hairs grew.”

“Neither pulling out all the hairs was useful. All the hairs grew back but there were no extra hairs.  So the best results were obtained when the circles had diameters between 3 and 5mm. This led to a regeneration between 450 and 1.300 hairs.”

“The mechanism behind their pluck-to-thicken method is called “quorum sensing,” or how a system responds to targeted stimuli that affects select members.”

“. . .  the immune cells secrete molecules that, in large numbers signal both the plucked and un-plucked follicles to grow hair.”

 http://www.apextribune.com/plucking-all-your-hairs-may-be-a-good-solution-to-baldness/23462/

“The team of researchers was led by Cheng-Ming Chuong, Principal Investigator, University of Southern California Stem Cell and their research was based on the “quorum sensing” principle.”

The underlying principle of “quorum sensing” is what the regenerative process relies on. “Quorum sensing” refers at the way in which a system responds to a stimuli which only affect some of the member, not all of them.”

"Things were nicer when I was a GUINE PIG"A judy rat

“She should have saved this for  a letter “Q” post . . .”

 

“O” is for Good Ole “O”

17 Apr

A versatle lad

who never sounds bad

rounding his lips with OHs:

No nose knows if you stub your toes

Or sounds off with OW:

Don’t have a how-now-brown-cow.

(MOO MOO he oos toos)

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 This mellow fellow

makes different sounds

with whomever he surrounds

 When then he joins with an “i”, “y” or “u” 

he’s a  could, would should

and a coy boy toy

Good Ole “O”

sounding off on the go

"That's not an OH, it's an EH?"

“For a poem – it’s not an OH!, it’s an EH?”

 

 

“N” is for Nineteen & Nude

16 Apr

Don’t fret little fellow

You’ll grow into a handsome lad

 and hopefully more mellow

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A 19-day-old Spix macaw* raised by a German conservation group for threatened parrots in Schoeneiche, near Berlin.

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*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spix%27s_macaw

 

 

“M” is for Many Marshmallows Moving at the speed of light

15 Apr

Whether you mash, mush or munch them watch this Marvelously Mirthful Peep Show.  (the comments at the end are the most mirthful)

Warning!!  Innumerable Peeps were harmed in the making of this video which was not sanctioned by the SPCP*

*SPCP, Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Peeps

“L” is for the only word that matters

13 Apr

“If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.”

Gautama Buddha

“ . . . Love is greater than peace, for peace is founded upon love.”

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“K” is for Poor Little “K”

13 Apr

Poor little “K”

she rarely has a say

having to stay at the back

in words like hack, sack ‘n jack

But she doesn’t give a lick

cuz little ‘ole “K” gives it kick

in words like kwerky, herky ‘n jerky

Yup, “K” can hit the spot

Kompletely kaput, she’s not

"K" by j

“K” by j

 

 

 

“J” is for me

11 Apr

I give up – “J” is for judy.  I’ve been resisting the urge but finally my ego gave in . . . and out.

My split personality Who am I anyway? Identity Crisis Coming to a Computer Near You is more split then ever.  

Judith, the suave and sophisticated, is tired.  She has gone to bed and crawled under the covers.  However, I’ve caught her sneaking out and writing about emotional things from her past.  She’s informed me that I’m not to publish them on the blog to “blow her cover” (sorry, I couldn’t resist – it just slipped out).

judy has been the one out in public.  I am pretty sure she’s trying to keep things light because Judith is so tired (and cranky I might add . . .  most unbecoming). P1040293  My judyJudith personality is not a gimmick, not a joke.  I am a person of contradictory extremes.  My mind embraces total possibility while my behavior is all-or-nothing.  I dive into doing one thing and am consumed by it until the next “possibility” captures my attention.  Then I abandon what had been all-consuming and become immersed in something new.

This blog is an example.  I find possibilities for posts in almost everything I read, see or experience.  Proof: I have bits and pieces of articles, personal experiences, inspirations etc. stored in 934 drafts on this blog!  That’s because something intrigued me and then I moved on to my next fascination before I finished the post.

I am fascinated by process rather than product.  I like the “doing” better than the “done”.

My curiosity pulls me through life but I’m much more like the mad-hatter than Alice – driven wildly from within rather than focused on a way out.

What can I say?

me is “j”

 

“i” is for illusion

10 Apr

I live a life of  illusion (and so do you).  My illusions include being a solid mass, living on a stationary planet.

My limbs don’t shake from the millions of vibrating and rotating atoms of my body, much less the vibrating chair I’m sitting which is being held together through an  electromagnetic force.  swirl-optical-illusion-300x203

I feel no pings of pain from the stream of neutrinos from space cruising through me at 186,282 miles per second.  I’m not dizzy as I hurtle through space on a planet traveling around the sun at approximately 66,000 miles per hour.

Take a look at this video – how’s your eyesight?

“The optical illusion can highlight vision problems – people who might need glasses are often unable to pick out the fine details of Mr. Einstein’s face, and are left seeing an image of Ms. Monroe – but also points out a quirk in how the human brain processes visual information.”

“The MIT team that created “Marilyn Einstein” performed a series of experiments in which they showed participants the hybrid image for different lengths of time. When people saw the picture in just a brief flash of 30 milliseconds, they could only see Monroe – their brains simply didn’t have time to pick out the fine details of Einstein’s face, no matter what how close to or far away from the image they were. When they saw the picture for 150 milliseconds, they saw Einstein but not Monroe.”

Read the full article explaining the “Marilyn Einstein” illusion.

“H” is for Hunger

9 Apr

This video is worth 2 minutes and 50 seconds of your time.  

“We surprised kids with a stunning fact: 1 in 5 children faces hunger in the U.S. Then we asked them for ideas on how we could fight child hunger together. Their thoughts were smart, creative, and heartfelt.

Visit http://ChildHungerEndsHere.com to learn more.

“Special thanks to ConAgra Foods and Points of Light’s generationOn for helping to bring together these bright, creative young kids to help #FightHungerTogether.”

http://soulpancake.com

 

 

 

“G” is for Google-me-smart

8 Apr

Google me high, Google me low

I store all my smarts on the net

billions of gigabytes not filled yet

I could take a look

at a book

but it’s way too slow

and stresses me so

I just can’t stray

from My google-a-day

So bring on the information glut

I admit I’m a google-slut

I google for fun, news, entertainment but most of all I Google for information:  How to properly floss, what’s a blobfish, why do I look older than I feel?   

I Goggled this research article which makes me wonder if all my Goggling is lowering my IQ . . .

". . .  Now she's really got something to be worried about . . . "

“. . . Now she’s really got something to be worried about . . . “

Searching on-line May Make You Think You are Smarter than You are

by PONCIE RUTSCH

“But at any moment you’re also just a few taps away from becoming an insufferable know-it-all. Searching for answers online gives people an inflated sense of their own knowledge, according to a study. It makes people think they know more than they actually do.”

“We think the information is leaking into our head, but really the information is stored somewhere else entirely,” Matthew Fisher, a doctoral student in cognitive psychology at Yale University, tells Shots.” “The more we rely on the Internet, Fisher says, the harder it will be to draw a line between where our knowledge ends and the web begins. And unlike poring through books or debating peers, asking the Internet is unique because it’s so effortless.”

“We are not forced to face our own ignorance and ask for help; we can just look up the answer immediately,” Fisher writes in an email. “We think these features make it more likely for people to consider knowledge stored online as their own.”

Read the entire article if you dare google this link! http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2015/04/02/396810355/searching-online-may-make-you-think-youre-smarter-than-you-are

“F” is for Fire and Fate

6 Apr

When two disparate elements come together – it’s Fate!  Haiku Horizon‘s “Fire” prompt meets the A to Z Challenge letter “F”!!!!!!

Fire in my belly

A surge of motivation?

 More likely it’s gas

"She's an embarasment to all primates"

“She’s an embarrassment to all primates”

Haiku Horizons - prompt FIRE

Haiku Horizons – prompt FIRE

“E” is for Earthrise

5 Apr

“I appeal to you, brothers, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree, and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be united in the same mind and the same judgment.” Corinthians 1:10

“God has created the world as one—the boundaries are marked out by man.”

“The conviction that we belong to one human family is at the heart of the Bahá’í Faith. The principle of the oneness of humankind is “the pivot round which the teachings of Bahá’u’lláh revolve…”

The Baha’i World Faith

Take a look at this spectacular view of where we all dwell.

“In December of 1968, the crew of Apollo 8 became the first people to leave our home planet and travel to another body in space. But as crew members Frank Borman, James Lovell, and William Anders all later recalled,

the most important thing they discovered was Earth.”

Thank you so much Gloria for sending this video! 

 

It’s “D”-Day! Do rather than Don’t (parenthetically speaking)

4 Apr

D-Day is a military term indicating the day on which “a combat attack or operation is to be initiated“.  

I’m trying to decide if I should ATTACK the clutter in the garage or OPERATE on getting a better attitude about planning on cleaning the garage.

The latter seems like the better plan so I found a “Survival Kit”* to COMBAT (ahem) low motivation and procrastination (among other things) that bedevil me. I picked out the ones that will motivate me (and made sure there was “D” in them because today is “D“- Day!!!).

Words to ponder . . .

Words to ponder . . .

  1. Do rather than don’t.  (So far so good)
  2. Do give yourself room to fail and fight like hell to achieve. (I fail to see any good coming out of fighting)
  3. When you’re in trouble, study the lives of those who’ve done great things. (Those people can afford to hire others to clean out their garages)
  4. “Poor me” is no help at all. (No “d“s but I probably need to hear this)
  5. Never say “I can’t.” It closes the door to potential development. (I CAN but I DON’T WANT to clean out the garage.  Does that mean I have potential?)
  6. There is art in any endeavor done well. (Art! I should draw pictures in honor of D-day – clean is a “C” word)
  7. Don’t hoard your knowledge, share it. (I’m not hoarding I’m preserving.  Maybe this means I should hold a garage sale . . .?)
  8. Try things against your grain to find out just what your grain really is. (Gluten free or whole wheat version of encouragement)
  9. Inspiration doesn’t come when you are idle. It comes when you have steeped yourself in work. (IF I get an inspiration while cleaning the garage it will be to stop cleaning and draw art)
  10. If what you have to say is from your deepest feelings, you’ll find an audience that responds. (I’ll post my address so you can come and declutter my garage)
  11. Aim high, beyond your capacity. (I’ll post my address so you can come and declutter my garage)

______________________________

*Irwin Greenberg was a painter and teacher.  He circulated a “Survival Kit” – 100 pieces of advice –  to his students at the High School of Art & Design and the Art Students League of New York. 

Here’s the link to all 100, some of them without a “D”.

 

 

 

C is for Camel – one hump, not two – and Camping

3 Apr

Camels Crudely Chew their Cud

A camel doesn’t chew its food well

caring little about taste or smell

With 3 stomachs there’s no lack

of having room for food to pack

When hungry they just regurgitate

to satisfy their hunger state

Well-known gourmands and not gourmets

finding dietary delight in tents and hay*

This woman
“I think she’s obviously a Camel Connoisseur”
“I think she’s gone too long without water”
“I don’t know what to think”

Where to Next is the BEST travel blog.  Peggy and her husband John travel to the most interesting places. LeggyPeggy’s post about traveling by camel in Rajasthan India is my inspiration for the “C“-word!  Here’s an excerpt (Ya gotta read the whole post Where to Next and see the pictures):

“Poor John is never keen on riding animals. Horses are out. Bull-riding is out. Emus and ostriches are out. Donkeys are marginally okay because, as he says, it’s not that far to fall off a donkey.”

“So you can imagine he wasn’t at all impressed when he realised that our travels in India included two days in the Thar Desert on CAMELS.”

“Oh, you should have heard him grumble and grumble and grumble. But he swallowed his complaints, mounted a camel and was heaved high into the air.”

Poor John is not in this picture
Some of Peggy & John’s guides and camels. 

Read the post to get the full Camel experience Poor John survives two days on a Camel

*     *     *

*“Camels can go for days or even weeks with little or no food or water. Desert people feed their camels dates, grass, and such grains as wheat and oats. In zoos, the animals eat hay and dry grains–about 3.5 kilograms of each every day. When a camel travels across the desert, food may be hard to find. The animal may have to live on dried leaves, seeds, and whatever desert plants it can find. A camel can eat a thorny twig without hurting its mouth. The lining of the mouth is so tough that the sharp thorns cannot push through the skin. If food is very scarce, a camel will eat anything–bones, fish, meat, leather, and even its owner’s tent.

A camel does not chew its food well before swallowing it. The animal’s stomach has three sections, one of which stores the poorly chewed food. This food, or cud, is later returned to the mouth in a ball-like glob, and the camel chews it. The chewed food is then swallowed and goes to the other parts of the stomach to be completely digested. Camels, deer, cattle, and other kinds of animals that digest their food in this way are called ruminants.” Camel Farms.com

“A” , “B”  and “C” down, “D” to go!

“B” is for Blobfish, Better-known as Bob

2 Apr

Bob the Blobfish has been a regular on this blog for years.  His commentary is broadly heralded by readers as being bold, beautifully brash and brilliantly blunt

“In 2013 The blobfish was voted the “World’s Ugliest Animal”, based on photographs of decompressed specimens, and adopted as the mascot of the Ugly Animal Preservation Society, in an initiative “dedicated to raising the profile of some of Mother Nature’s more aesthetically challenged children”‘

". . .  Now she's really got something to be scared about . . . "
“No BUTS about it, I tell it like I see it  . . . “

Behold Bob the Blobfish

I’m a blob and I know it

No need to show it

That’s why I live

3,000 feet underwater in the sea

so be a buddy and let me B!

_____________

Click here to see previous posts: “A” and “B” down, “C” to go!

A is for Anything Goes

1 Apr

The A-Z writing challenge is Absurdly Zonkers.  Writing a post every day (except on Sunday) using the alphabet is not for the faint of heart. So that’s why I’m absolutely doing it.

A – Haiku

It’s the first letter

the beginning not the end

“A” is not the last

__________

A Angry Doodle

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__________

A Saying

An apple a day doesn’t keep the doctor away

by Michael Pomranz

“Remember when you were a little kid and Mom used to tell you, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away?” And then remember when you became a snotty teenager and you told Mom she was an idiot? Well, turns out Mom was wrong, and you were right!”

“A team of researchers recently set out to see if the old apple rhyme actually held any water. After looking at over 8,000 participants, their study, published in JAMA Internal Medicine, provided no statically significant proof that an apple a day actually leads to fewer doctor’s visits.

“What researchers did uncover, however, was that apple eaters were “marginally more successful at avoiding prescription medications” than non-apple eaters. “Evidence does not support that an apple a day keeps the doctor away,” the study’s authors concluded, “however, the small fraction of US adults who eat an apple a day do appear to use fewer prescription medications.” Hopefully, Republicans are paying attention: Encouraging people to eat more apples might be a great Obamacare replacement.”

Ahhhhhhhhh.  “A down and “B” to go . . .

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

Are we alone in the universe?

1 Apr

One septillion stars – 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.   That’s a lot of stars.

“The earth is but one country and mankind its citizens”  

Bahá’u’lláh, Baha’i World Faith

 

 

Healthy OREO LASAGNA (parenthetically speaking)

31 Mar

There are so many recipes for Oreo Lasagna on the internet I taste-tested them all to make sure you, my loyal subscribers, had the healthiest.  Note: If you are allergic to chocolate substitute ingredients that aren’t chocolate.

Healthy OREO LASAGNA

Ingredients
2 packages Oreo cookies (One package to eat – for energy – while you are making the lasagna and the other for the recipe)
4 tbsp. butter, melted
8 oz reduced fat cream cheese, softened (This is good as not only is it reduced fat but it’s softened so it won’t be hard in your arteries)
1/4 cup sugar (An excellent source of energy)
2 tbsp. skim milk (This is good as it’s a major food group)
12 oz fat-free cool whip (This is good as it is low-fat like the cream cheese.) 
6 Snack Pack Fat Free Chocolate Pudding cups  (This is good as there are preservatives in the pudding cups which will help the Oreo Lasagna from going bad before it hits your stomach

2 bags of mini chocolate chips (One bag to eat while you’re waiting for the lasagna to set in the refrigerator)

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Instructions

1.  Spray a 9×13 casserole dish with non-stick spray (Do NOT use butter and add fat to the recipe)
2.  In a zip closed bag, crush the Oreo Cookies (Taste the crushed topping as you go to determine the proper consistency.  Do NOT use a food processor to crush the Oreo’s so you benefit from the exercise of pounding the cookies into submission)
3.  Set aside 1 cup of crushed Oreos for topping
4.  Combine remaining crushed Oreo’s with melted butter
5.  Press Oreo-butter mixture into the bottom of the dish
6.  In a small bowl whip the softened cream cheese using a handheld mixer until light and fluffy (Make sure it’s fluffy as air is a life force)
7.  Mix in sugar, milk and 1 1/4 cups of cool whip
8.  Spread cream cheese layer over the Oreo crust
9.  Layer chocolate pudding in an even layer over the cream cheese (or just mush it all together since it will eventually end up that way)
10.  Spoon remaining cool whip over pudding and gently smooth (It’s important that you are gentle so as not to agitate any existing fat molecules)
11.  Sprinkle on mini chocolate chips
12.  Refrigerate to chill for 4 hours (Eat the remaining chocolate chips while Lasagna is chilling)


Each serving is 8 WW+ points (I’m not sure if this is short-hand for Weight Watchers or 8 out of 10 points on the Wowza Wowza scale)

Nutritional Info
Calories 309 Calories from Fat 127 Total Fat 14.1g Saturated Fat 7.0g Cholesterol 20 mg Sodium 265 mg Potassium 46 mg Carbohydrates 42.9g Dietary Fiber 1.0g Sugars 28.4 g Protein 3.5 g (Obviously a good source of protein – almost 4 grams)
Vitamin A 6% – Vitamin C 0% – Calcium 7% – Iron 6%  (This is good as it’s better to get your vitamins through food than pills)

Nutrition Grade – D (“D” as in DEEEEEElicious . . . of course)

 

 

Spring has Sprung.

28 Mar

Charming, lovely, melodictake a minute to smell the flowers.

Thanks Linda B.for the uplift!!!!

What’s your biggest regret?

27 Mar

When I regret something I’ve done (or haven’t done) it’s a signal that I’ve not learned from my choice.  I believe that making mistakes, taking wrong turns is ultimately about learning and growing and not repeating what didn’t work.

Photographer Alecsandra Raluca Dragoi took pictures of people from all over the world sharing their greatest regrets. She captured a range of emotions—humor, heartbreak, and guilt.  It would be fascinating to talk to these same people in 10 years to see if they’ve learned from what they now regret.

Anyone can contribute to the ongoing project by taking a photo to share. Participants can send the image to the artist via a Facebook message. Dragoi references an anonymous quote as inspiration to those who wish to take part:

“If we spend our time with regrets over yesterday, and worries over what might happen tomorrow, we have no today in which to live.”

To see Alecsandra Dragoi’s site and many more photos click here.

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Frankly Freddie – Therapeutic Advice

26 Mar

Dear Miss Ruby, Canine Dog Therapist,

As an experienced CDT here’s some basic guidelines for your new career.

Miss Ruby Maer, CDT

Miss Ruby Maer, CDT

  1. Always have kleenex ready.  It’s tax-deductible.
  2. Do not take insurance.  Make sure that your clients understand you take only “out-of-pocket” doggie-cookies, no deferred insurance payment.  Insurance takes too long to reimburse and will discount the amount of cookies you are entitled to.
  3. When your clients are angry or unduly upset get under a table until the storm blows over.  In extreme cases you might have to jump on your human-being’s lap to protect her because she doesn’t have enough instinct to duck ‘n cover.
  4. Show, don’t tell.  Most therapist spend all their time talking – blah, blah, blah.  After awhile clients just tune them out.  You must demonstrate these time-tested psychotherapeutic techniques to help humans develop healthy behavioral coping skills:
  • Shake it off.  Not everything needs examining or even understanding.
  • Roll over.  “Turn the other cheek” in human-lingo.
  • Play dead when others are threatening, demanding or unreasonable.
  • Beg for forgiveness if you’ve done something hurtful.
  • Stare to get attention.  Don’t make a fuss as it takes too much energy.
  • Sleep a lot in order to think clearly and make healthy choices.
  • Play. Don’t take life seriously as that takes MUCH too much energy.

Should you need further guidance send a check payable to Freddie Parker Westerfield and then call me.

Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT RET

P.S.  I don’t take insurance and no longer take payment in dog-cookies as I prefer to buy my own.

Me, exhausted after trying to teach my HumanBeing to roll over

Me, exhausted after trying to teach my HumanBeing to roll over

 

Sneak a Peek into My Journal – Looking for a spark

25 Mar

It’s been a rough several months.  I suspect that in order to flee all the snow in the Eastern United States my “Fibro-Fiend” needed a bit of sunshine so dropped in for a visit.  It’s been sunny and warm here and she just won’t leave.  

She’s a demanding house-guest and almost all my energy is spent focusing on her needs.   She doesn’t have a very good sense of humor either and I have to find ways to amuse myself.  I’ve not had the energy to participate in Year of the Spark so I revisited some old, EASY Carla Sonheim exercises looking for some spark.

Click here – Irritated Birds – to see how I made the birdies.

Put a beak on it!

Put a beak on it!

Blob Critters  (they don’t have names yet)

  • Made a blob of color using water-color
  • Found critters in the blobs
  • Drew a bit

Blob critters

Blob critters

That’s all folks.  Gotta go feed Fibro-Fiend. 

 

Freddie Parker, Poet* – This will make you weep

24 Mar

“Weep”, sing it out now

like a song bird with a lisp

thweep, thweep, thweep, thweep, thweep

"Gotta admit . . . that boy has a way with words."

“Gotta admit . . . that boy has a way with words.”

Say it five times fast

weepweepyweepyweepy

Very weird word weep

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Pulblished Poet

Thanks for reading! Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Poet

*One who is especially gifted in the perception and expression of the beautiful or lyrical

The Free Dictionary

Haiku Horizons - prompt WEEP

Haiku Horizons – prompt WEEP

What do YOU prefer?

23 Mar

When I was young (just a few years ago . . . ) I thought it wasn’t a poem unless it rhymed.    Shakespeare, Pound, Chaucer were agonizing for me to read in college, much less understand.  I’ve grown to appreciate poetry and how it paints pictures, feelings, sentiments, hopes & dreams with words . . .  much like visual journals.

Collage by Val

Journal: Collage by Val D.

It’s haiku prompt day today but as a favor to all my friends who don’t like haiku . . .  Joyce . . .  READ THIS!

POSSIBILITIES by Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies.

I prefer cats.

I prefer the oaks along the Warta.

I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.

I prefer myself liking people

to myself loving mankind.

I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.

I prefer the color green.

I prefer not to maintain

that reason is to blame for everything.

I prefer exceptions.

I prefer to leave early.

I prefer talking to doctors about something else.

I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.

I prefer the absurdity of writing poems

to the absurdity of not writing poems.

I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries

that can be celebrated every day.

I prefer moralists

who promise me nothing.

I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.

I prefer the earth in civvies.

I prefer conquered to conquering countries.

I prefer having some reservations.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.

I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.

I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.

I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.

I prefer desk drawers.

I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here

to many things I’ve also left unsaid.

I prefer zeroes on the loose

to those lined up behind a cipher.

I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.

I prefer to knock on wood.

I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.

I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility

that existence has its own reason for being.

“Polish poet and translator Wislawa Szymborska (July 2, 1923–February 1, 2012). In 1996, Szymborska was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature “for poetry that with ironic precision allows the historical and biological context to come to light in fragments of human reality.” Upon announcing the prize, the Nobel commission noted her reputation as “the Mozart of poetry” but added that there is also “something of the fury of Beethoven in her creative work.”

Frankly Freddie, The REAL Tail of Little Red Riding Hood

20 Mar

Warning!  Do NOT read the story of Little Red Riding hood that has been circulating. It’s filled with violence and death. 

The Real (& Untold Story) of Little Red Riding Hood

Dedicated to all adoptees, whether two or four-legged.

by Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Author

     Once upon a time in a land far away lived a little orphan wolf. How he became an orphan is not known, the records being lost long ago in the archives of the forest.

     The tale simply begins: Abandoned and never having been around others of his own kind the little orphan wolf didn’t know what sharp teeth he had. He didn’t know what big eyes he had. He didn’t know what a bushy tail he had. He didn’t know how hairy he was. He didn’t know how scary he was. All he knew was that he was alone in a big forest filled with creatures and critters that ran away from him as soon as he approached.

     So the little orphan wolf covered himself with branches and leaves to listen to the birds sing to each other in the trees.

     He laid in tall grass to watch the squirrels play so they wouldn’t leap out of his sight.

     He hid behind bushes to sneak peaks at the deer eating their meals.

     But every day, all day, he was alone: every morning he ate by himself; every evening he played by himself; every night he settled down to sleep, alone.

     One day the little orphan wolf decided to set out from his forest home to find someone, somewhere, to be his friend.

     Along the way he came upon a little girl. She had a yellow curl and wore a red cape and hood. Why she wore a red cape and hood is not known, the records being lost long ago in the archives of the forest.

     Because she was young, and bigger than the little orphan wolf she wasn’t scared, she didn’t run away, she stopped and asked: “Where are you going Mr. Wolf?”

     “I’m off to find a friend so that I am not alone. I’m off to find a friend to share my meals with. I am off to find a friend to play with and most of all I off to find a friend to talk with. I am very lonely.”

     The little girl with the yellow curl wearing the red cape and hood, feeling sorry for the little orphan wolf, said, “Come with me to Grandma’s house. She makes delicious muffins with the berries I pick in the forest. She sits at the table while I eat the muffins and listens to me talk. Grandma loves all of God’s creatures. She can’t be your grandma, but maybe she can be your friend.”

     “I don’t know what a Grandma is,” replied the little orphan wolf, “but she sounds exactly like the friend I’m looking for.”

     And so the little orphan wolf set off with the little girl with a curl who wore a red cape and hood to Grandma’s house.

     They passed by a giant berry bush. “Stop here to pick berries for the delicious muffins Grandma makes,” said the little girl. They picked only the very ripest berries and carefully carried them in the pockets of the red cape.

     They passed by a field of flowers. “Stop here to pick flowers for Grandma to put on the table where we sit and she listens to me talk,” explained the little girl. They picked a bouquet of blue and pink flowers and carefully wrapped them in the red hood.

     They passed a bubbling brook where cool waters ran. “Let’s stop here for a drink to refresh ourselves after all our work picking berries and flowers,” suggested the little girl. They drank from the bubbling brook and carefully rested on the red cape so as not to crush the berries or smash the flowers.

     As they walked over the crest of a hill the little girl pointed and exclaimed, “Look! There’s Grandma’s house. Let’s see if she will be your friend.”

     The little orphan wolf peeked out from behind the red cape not sure what a grandma was. His eyes grew bigger and bigger as he watched Grandma greet the little girl with a big hug and the biggest, most wonderful smile, neither of which he had ever seen before.

     The little girl announced, “Grandma, I’ve brought you berries so you can make me delicious muffins. I’ve brought you flowers to put on the table where we sit and you listen to me talk. I’ve brought you a little orphan wolf who is lonely and looking for a friend”

     Never having met a grandma before and not knowing how to greet one the little orphan wolf opened his mouth, showed his sharp teeth and wagged his bushy tail.

     “My! What sharp white teeth you have”, gasped grandma. “The better to protect you with” replied the little orphan wolf.

      “My! What big brown eyes you have,” marveled Grandma. “The better to lovingly look up at you with”, replied the little orphan wolf.

     “My! What a bushy tail you have,” exclaimed Grandma. “The better to wag at you with happiness,” replied the little orphan wolf.

     “My! How fluffy your hair is,” declared Grandma. “The better to cuddle with and keep you warm,said the little orphan wolf.

     “Oh my goodness”, sighed Grandma. “I will be your friend and feed you delicious berry treats, while you sit and listen to me.”

      “And because you are one of God’s creatures I will call you FREDDIE.”

     Where upon the little orphan wolf looked up at Grandma with big eyes, wagged his bushy tail, stuck out his wet tongue and gave Grandma an appreciative lick.

     He had found his friend.

And so ends my tail

The End of the Tale

 

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Plum Tree Books Blog

"Where Words Grow On Trees"

Beguine Again

Slow Down, Beguine Again: Spiritual Practices in Context

Ailbu

Short Fiction

Oh Pithy Me

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Haiku Horizons

A Haiku prompt/meme site

Global Dashboard

A way to keep track.

CREATIVE JOURNEY

We have miles to go....

Design of the Picture Book

the intersection of graphic design + picture books

Welcome to the OLLI at UCI Blog

Exceptional Learning for Infinite Minds

THE BARDO GROUP/BEGUINE AGAIN

Home of "The BeZine" ... BE inspired...BE creative...BE peace...Be

SEEKING EQUILIBRIUM

Stuff that makes me love, learn and laugh. ("It is good to laugh. Laughter is spiritual relaxation." -Baha'i)

A Little More Than Ordinary...

Stuff that makes me love, learn and laugh. ("It is good to laugh. Laughter is spiritual relaxation." -Baha'i)

Unbelievable to the Max

Poems, Plays, Pictures & Prose from the Murky Recess of My Mind

Picnic with Ants

My life disABLED with Chrnoic Ilnnesses, it just IS. Taking one moment at a time.

poetry diary

Reflections of the moment

Day by Day With My Adrenals

Fighting the monsters everyday of my life

Ping-O-Matic

New offsite pingomatic.com blog

Whyteferret's Blog

Embracing life: challenges and blessings

sunshine and chaos

Things that amuse and bemuse me as I wander the wilderness that is invisible chronic illness.

Hibernationnow's Blog

FOOD, LOVE, FIBRO, FUN

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