Find Yourself in Hot Water

Rub a dub dub

Curious Critters in a tub

Blood pressure going down

Calories burning up

Meowie, Ant, Elf, Squeak & the pup

Hot tubing by Peggy

Full disclosure: this is a tease

Click here PLEASE

you’ll learn what’s in store

scientific evidence and more

(why hot baths are good for your health)

DOODLEWASHing & Hairy Bird pome

Hairy Pome by judy

Have you not heard
of the elusive Kingfisher bird?
When it is hatched
it sports a moustache
Thank goodness there’s no beard
that would be weird

Watercolor by Charlie O', Kingfisher Bird

Watercolor by Charlie O’Shields, Moustached Kingfisher Bird

Read more about this birdie at doodlewash

DOODLEWASHing & monkey pome

Want to monkey around?
just blow with your nose
to create a sound
that tingles the toes

However, it’s said
if a monkey you bed
your kids will be hairy
swing from the trees
blowing their noses
and hang by their knees

Whoops, WRONG picture

Whoops, WRONG picture.  Sorry Charlie O’ . . .

“Unfortunately, like many of this unusual creatures, this species is classified as endangered. Though an odd face, they’re generally good natured with each other, but due to extensive loss of vegetation, there are only about 1,000 of them left. The government of Borneo has instituted strict penalties for those who kill them in an effort to protect what’s left of the dwindling population.”

If you want to see the PROBOSCIS MONKEY’S picture you will have to click here: DOODLEWASH

Hacker Appreciation pome

In my life time I’ve been whacked

I’ve been blindsided

and been sacked

Now I’m included

 in the pantheon of the hacked

So if you are my hacker

please know I AM pleased

you used a younger picture of me

as a tease.

IACH Board having fun

"More proof she's losing it . . ."

 “More proof she’s losing it . . .”

If you want to remember – Forgeta bout it!

I’m so smart.  I’ve been employing this strategy for years!  The only problem is when I remember what I forgot, I forget why I needed to remember what I forgot to remember.

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Leigh Wells/Ikon Images/Getty Images

Trying To Remember Multiple Things May Be The Best Way To Forget Them

by CHRIS BENDEREV

“A new scientific model of forgetting is taking shape, which suggests keeping multiple memories or tasks in mind simultaneously can actually erode them.”

“Neuroscientists already knew that memories can interfere with and weaken each other while they are locked away in the recesses of long-term memory. But this new model speaks to what happens when multiple memories are coexisting front and center in our minds, in a place called “working memory.”‘
“It argues that when we let multiple memories come to mind simultaneously, those memories immediately lock into a fierce competition with each other.” When these memories are tightly competing for our attention the brain steps in and actually modifies those memories,” says Jarrod Lewis-Peacock, a neuroscientist at UT Austin.”

“The brain crowns winners and losers. If you ended up remembering the milk and forgetting the phone call, your brain strengthens your memory for getting milk and weakens the one for phoning your friend back, so it will be easier to choose next time you’re faced with that dilemma.”

It’s a strain on my brain

to remember

whether it’s June, July or December

Multiple memories,

lots of tasks

my brain crowns the winner

which I reward with dinner

Eats I never forget

Food being a permanent mind set

P.S. I forgot to tell you that you can read the entire article by clicking on the title above.

 

 

 

 

It’s SWEEPS “weak”

Haven’t blogged in a while. The last few weeks have been rough – the fibro-fatigue-fiends frolicking fearlessly.  I’m looking for my mop.

mad, sad, fatigue, fear

sweeping away sanity

the broom of my brain

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dust storm of feelings

tiny particles of dirt

blowing through my mind

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wring out the debris 

clean clear water, bucket brain

gratitude mop up

 

Can you imagine what it will be like 50 years from now?

Scientists have grown the entire forelimb of a rat in a lab . . . and it moves!

 Hidden in plain sight

God’s miraculous secrets*

Waiting to be found

photo curtesy of

Bernhard Jank, MD/Ott Laboratory, Massachusetts General Hospital Center for Regenerative Medicine

Dr. Harold Ott, head of the Ott Laboratory for Organ Engineering and Regeneration, and his team at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston were able to “engineer rat forelimbs with functioning vascular and muscle tissue,”  . . .

“This may be an important first step leading to the eventual creation of functional, bioartificial limbs that could be used in transplants.”

Ott says this work “finally proved that we can regenerate functional muscle.” (They know because they ran an electrical current through the muscle tissue — and the little rat limb began to twitch).”

“They’ve since applied the first part of this technology — stripping cells from the framework — to the arms of primates, showing the process might work on the human scale.”

Read the article: In Massachusetts Lab Scientists Grow an Artificial Rat Limb

Sneek a Peek – I wrote a Pie Man pome

A weird collage I did in my journal led me to the Pie Man. 

judy's journal collage

judy’s journal collage

Pie Dream

The pie man delivers

in the dark of night

To your brain he goes straight

when it’s quiet and late

not to give you a fright

He’s a curious sight

Wearing pie on his head,

very berry red

a flaky vest on his chest

 he‘s a living taste test

His eyes are wacky

lips are smacky

from too much snacky

of tasty pie

a slightly weird guy

Pie Man After his midnight snack

Pie Man, After his midnight snack

But you’ll think him quite swell

because he’ll never tell

how much you eat

in your dreamy treat

Strawberry, apple or cherry pie

give them all a try

Pecan if you like a crunchy start

Key lime or lemon for sweet ‘n tart

So when you go to bed

No need for dread

chocolate, banana, coconut cream

each taste a luscious dreamy dream

Eat all you crave in your reveries

Pie man guarantees

no calories

 

Who said life was fair?

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

 

 

“F” is for Fire and Fate

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

What do YOU prefer?

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.”

Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow

I’ve been 70 for 4 days and I still feel like I’m 69 . . . maybe I’ll feel my age in a few more days.  

My long-time “Fibro-friend” came to celebrate my birthday with me.  She wasn’t invited but she came anyway. She said that’s what friends are for.  But I showed her and didn’t have a celebration.  Here’s my birthday pome to me (in blue) with an intro by “Mac”:

Happy Birthday from “Mac” and Me

(with apologies to Fleetwood Mac)

“If you wake up and don’t want to smile
If it takes just a little while
Open your eyes and look at the day
You’ll see things in a different way”

“Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow

Don’t stop. It’ll soon be here”

So don’t fret my dear

A new year to cheer

there’s nothing to fear

You may be old

but you’re still here!

A live performance of Fleetwood Mac’s classic hit, ‘Don’t Stop’ with help from the University of Southern California’s Trojans Marching Band

 

Always a full CIRCLE

Billowing smokescreens

round, round, around in our minds

obscuring what’s real

All is connected

round, round, around in our souls

encircled by love

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Acrylic painting by moi

(poem with 2 “haiku verses”, Haiku Horizons’ prompt CIRCLE)

Haiku Horizons - prompt CIRCLE

Haiku Horizons – prompt CIRCLE

My Birthday Season – 70 is HOT!

Very well seasoned

been cook’n for a long time 

Get me while I’m hot

a judy doodle

a judy doodle

Been chewed up, spit out

Fiery personality

tastes too hot for some

 

Body slowing down

counting up to seventy

 as my brain cools off

Haiku Horizons - prompt HOT
Haiku Horizons – prompt HOT

NEWS! My Cherry Pie Scoop

When I’m tired I crave something sweet:  Frozen cherry pie, on sale, can’t be beat . . . unless I drop it on my feet . . . .

Drop it upside down

Fastest way to cool a pie

Would you like a scoop?

DSCN6135Unretouched photo of cherry pie scraped off the bottom of the oven.*

*Since this is a cherry pie I cannot tell a lie.  If it were apple I would have scraped it into a pan and called it cobbler.

The Arctic Circle of My Mind

Indecision strikes

in the heat of the moment

Frozen in my tracks

Waiting for the thaw

mind mindlessly numbed with cold

limbs frozen in space

passion beckons me

slowly move forward in time

melting my reserve

Lotsa ways of keeping warm!

In the Arctic ya gotta keep moving to not freeze in place!

"she's soooo transparent"

FIGHTING for Peace – an Oxymoron

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

‘Abdu’l-Baha

Earth’s soil fertilized

artificial poppies grow

in human blood, bones

*     *     *

Fallen in battle 

 It’s time for falling in love

Soul’s soil fertilized

SEa of Poppies

Sea of Ceramic Poppies, Tower of London, England

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The exhibition entitled Blood Swept Lands And Seas Of Red, is the work of Derbyshire-based ceramic artist Paul Cummins, and was set up to Commemorate the 100 years since the beginning of the First World War Each poppy representing each British and Commonwealth death during the conflict.

See view from drone http://bcove.me/qgvfevz2

poppy installation London Tower 6

One of the reasons I follow the Baha’i World Faith:

“To be a Bahá’í simply means to love all the world; to love humanity and try to serve it; to work for universal peace and universal brotherhood.” 

Abdu’l-Bahá

Haiku Horizons - prompt FULL

Haiku Horizons – prompt FULL

Retirement is DAWNing

Retirement Dawns

in the dusk of my life

The moon lights the way

Someone asked, with concern,  how I was feeling about my impending retirement.  Sounded a bit like my impending demise!  I am actually feeling a bit of relief and am preferring to think of it as re-treading as opposed to retire-ment!

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My tires aren’t blown

just ready for re-treading

Fill up my gas tank!

Haiku Horizons - prompt DAWN

Haiku Horizons – prompt DAWN

Do you remember Englebert Humperdink?

Haiku “Ode” to Fibromyalgia

(haiku prompt “RELEASE”)

Fibromyalgia!

Please release me let me go!

romance is kaput

* * *

Unrequited love

I don’t want you anymore

time to get a life

 

How about adopting this song as the National Chronic Conditions Anthem!!  Wadda ya think?

Please release me let me go
for I don’t love you anymore
To waste our lives would be a sin
Release me and let me love again

I have found a new love dear
And I will always want her near
her lips are warm while yours are cold
Release me my darling let me go

for I don’t love you anymore
So release me and let me love again

Please release me can’t you see
you’d be A fool to cling to me
To live a lie would bring us pain
So release me and let me love again

I'm thinking about it . . .

I’m thinking about it . . .

“Release Me” (sometimes rendered as “Release Me (And Let Me Love Again)”), is a popular song written by Eddie Miller, Robert Yount, and James Pebworth[1] under the pseudonym Dub Williams,[2][3] published in 1946 . (Wikipedia)

HOME on the range warmed over

Gene Autry singing Home, Home on the Range inspired my original Haiku ( posted the last time the prompt was “home”).  For your literary pleasure I’ve added a another “homey” haiku.

Bob the Blobfish sez: "Here she goes again. . ."

Bob the Blobfish sez:
“Here she goes again. . .”

Panic on the Prairie Haiku

Home, home on the range
it’s much more comfortable
when the gas is off

by judy's brain

by judy

When the cold wind blows

be careful warming your buns

by the home fires

It’s International Dot Day!

International Dot Day? How cool is it to celebrate the DOT!  It’s celebrated on September 15th and it’s all about encouraging kids to discover how they can make a difference. I didn’t know this until I read Mama Cormier’s last post!  

Peter Reynolds, The Dot

I wish I had this wonderful picture from Mama Cormier’s students for my “branch” post!  Is this a perfect picture to go with the branch haiku . . . or what!!!!

 Rooted in God’s love

we are all leaves of one tree

and fruits of one branch*

Mama Cormier's Art CLass
Mama Cormier’s 2nd & 3rd grade Art students!

*“A fundamental teaching of Bahá’u’lláh, the founder of the Baha’i faith,  is the oneness of the world of humanity. Addressing mankind, He says: “Ye are all leaves of one tree and the fruits of one branch.”  

Thanks Mama C.!!! 

Hooked on the Haiku BRANCH – tu haiku for yu

 Rooted in God’s love

we are all leaves of one tree

and fruits of one branch

“A fundamental teaching of Bahá’u’lláh, the founder of the Baha’i faith,  is the oneness of the world of humanity. Addressing mankind, He says: “Ye are all leaves of one tree and the fruits of one branch.”  

“In this way His Holiness Bahá’u’lláh expressed the oneness of humankind whereas in all religious teachings of the past, the human world has been represented as divided into two parts, one known as the people of the Book of God or the pure tree and the other the people of infidelity and error or the evil tree.”

“The former were considered as belonging to the faithful and the others to the hosts of the irreligious and infidel; one part of humanity the recipients of divine mercy and the other the object of the wrath of their Creator.

His Holiness Bahá’u’lláh removed this by proclaiming the oneness of the world of humanity and this principle is specialized in His teachings for He has submerged all mankind in the sea of divine generosity. Some are asleep; they need to be awakened. Some are ailing; they need to be healed. Some are immature as children; they need to be trained. But all are recipients of the bounty and bestowals of God.”

Golden Snub Nose

Golden Snub Nose

When you’re stuck in mud

need to climb to higher ground

any branch will do

 

Haiku Horizons – prompt BRANCH

On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea, Becca Givens 

The Baha’i World Faith

Sneek a Peek into my sketchy book – Irritating Doodle Birds

Irritating Irritated Birds Haiku

Birds of a feather  

dislike flocking together 

When annoyed, wing it

Doodle w/ watercolor
Doodle Birds w/ watercolor

 

S’more Irritating Irritated Birds:

Irritated Birds collage in the Drink

Irritated torn paper Birds, the originals

Irritated Birds collage – Let Sleeping Birds Lie

Sneek a Peek – Let Sleeping Birds Lie

Irritated Birds . . .

sleep on fiber fill

not to insult fellow birds

down pillows offend

*       *        *

Cable network down

irritated bird snores

Network TV bores

Mixed Medium, Irritatingly Irritated Bird

Mixed Media, Irritating Irritated Bird

 

just can’t cut it out

got nothing better to do

What more can I say?

I'm not lisssssssstening . . .

I’m not lisssssssstening . . 

Haiku Horizons - prompt CUT

Haiku Horizons – prompt CUT

Sneek Peek at Summer Camp – “Irritated Birds”

Serendipity is a wondrous thing Art Camp bird lesson “Put a Beak on It!”  and Ramesh Sood’s haiku were meant for each other!

Irritated Birds Haiku

by Ramesh Sood – A Little More Than Ordinary

Ah, rain and sun and 

 rain and sun and rain and sun;

irritated birds . . . 

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 Irritated birds; 

winds fail to pick up songs when 

passing through the trees

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Put a Beak on It!

 Left to right: Morley’s emotions boomer-rang all over the place, Humphrey likes to be babied even tho he’s “older than Methuselah”, and Methuselah is very stodgy and smokes cigars. (the two babies were just born and haven’t developed any personality . . . or bad habits . . . yet . . .)

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Art Camp plus crabby haiku

Instead of buying candy I been saving my allowance for Summer Camp Carla Sonheim’s Summer Art Camp.  As you might have guessed by now I LOVE Carla, her classes and emphasis on having fun with art.  The first camp assignment is drawing 3 crabs (better than 12 princes!) with non-dominant hand and then a water-color of sea shells (to come).

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Crabby judy!

Deep Fried Crab Haiku

Used to be hard-shelled

Age has marinated me

Now I’m a softy*

 

*Soft-shell crab is a culinary term for crabs which have recently molted their old exoskeleton and are still soft.[1] This means that almost the entire animal can be eaten, rather than having to shell the animal to reach the meat.[2] The exceptions are the mouthparts, the gills and the abdomen, which must be discarded.[3] The remaining, edible part of the crab is typically deep fried.[2] Wikipedia

 

Non-dominant hand, pen

Unhappy Crabs, Non-dominant hand, pen

 

A “Don’t quote me” Haiku

Enough said . . .

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*    *    *

 Renouncing reason

 not very reasonable

It’s just logical

 

 

Hooked on Haiku – prompt DRIVE

Don’t drive me crrrrrrrrazy!

be gentle with my psyche

I’m already nuts.

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"There she goes . . .again"
Bob the Blobfish sez: “Here she goes . . . . . again”

Driven together –

I’m crazy, you’re crazy too

Love is always blind

 

 


Hooked on Haiku – Philosophically yours

Lives & Living

 

Mind and faith marry

a spiritual bell heard 

with the ring of truth

 

Oil Pastel on black paper

Oil Pastel on black paper

Entering the ring 

with apprehension and fear

feel the knock-out punch 

 

 *     *     *

Encircled by love

in  life, death, eternally

it’s all that matters

 *     *     *

 

 

Hooked on Haiku – CLOSE

Social Commentary

What’s up

when minds close down?

Ignorance

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Technological Reality

Tech humility

When computer closes down

my mind follows course

My computer’s been in the hospital.  Aliment unknown.  (using my Husband’s computer – when available).

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Close Calls

It’s open or shut

either it is or isn’t

neither here nor there

 •      •      •

Your Gamble

Behind all closed doors

there lurks possibility

or nothing at all

 

 

 

 

 

Sneak a Peek into my Mind – it’s still the same.

This weeks’ haiku prompt is HOME.  My Haiku (which I’ already posted the last time the prompt was “home”) is inspired by Gene Autry singing Home, Home on the Range.  

Panic on the Prairie Haiku

Home, home on the range
it’s much more comfortable
when the gas is off

by judy's brain

by judy’s brain