Wednesday, May 23, 2018


Today would normally be a "creativity prompt" posting... featuring an old photo and a story or such.
But. Tomorrow I am having surgery... and while I expect everything to go easy and without incident, I thought that I had better post something to let folks know... just in case that it turns out that I am not able to post on my blog or facebook pages for a few days.
So. Please know that everything is most likely fine, I am just taking it easy for a few days. 
I expect to return to my usual daily postings on Monday, the 28th. 

Tuesday, May 22, 2018


Last night, it rained and rained... coming down hard at about 4am.
And while I didn't get much sleep at all... it was awesome.
Cool... and fresh... and incredible.

Monday, May 21, 2018


Not sure why, but I am not sleeping at night .... and am barely napping in batches during the day...
which means I am super tired... and feeling like I am not getting anything done. 
I am sure it is the lupus rearing up... but on nice days like this, it's especially trying.
Today's walk around the house to take a couple photos completely wore me out... 
and so I will bid you farewell, and see you all tomorrow.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

for the weekend

 💙 Happy Anniversary 💙

Friday, May 18, 2018


I'm afraid I've been a bad influence.
Folks around here have been mowing their lawns for a couple weeks... and I managed to persuade my hubby to leave the yard alone for a bit longer than he wanted. We have a ton of violets, tiny white blossoms, creeping charlie, dandelions... and all kinds of natural wonders growing profusely in our yard... and I wanted the bees to have the most time possible to benefit from them. But today... was the day. It is probably going to rain the next few days... and the grass was well on it's way to unmanageable. 
And so... today I spent much longer than I thought it would take... to pick the blossoms from a large bunch of the violets in the yard. Years ago, I remember making a violet tea... as well as violet jam... and sugared blossoms for salads and desserts. My focus this time, is on the tea... so now I just have to wait for the blooms to dry... and find a recipe that is like the one I remember my grandmother using.
Here is a great source

Thursday, May 17, 2018


It's been a very busy week... and I am eager to just relax... put my feet up... and chill.
I think the pup is right there with me 😁
Yesterday I was able to give ZeeZe a much needed trim, and he even allowed me to trim his nails and bathe him... which is awesome.
He's still on the fluffy/ moppy side ... which I adore. 
Today after running a bunch of errands and going to appointments (but it was nice to get out of the house), I treated myself to a much needed and much appreciated acupuncture visit.... and my sciatica seems greatly improved. I also stopped and picked up a few plants for some pots... and one for the yard. Every year on Earth Day we get a plant/ bush/ tree for our yard... and we missed it this year...
so I got a fabulous Salix Hakuri Nishiki bush... which I will take photos of later on once it gets adjusted. 
Anyway. For now... I have to think of something for dinner. 
Til tomorrow.... 

Wednesday, May 16, 2018


Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will... 
 And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!   
 Plot out a short story.
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem. 
 (you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


Billie always figured he was cursed.
Born to teenage parents, they had married because it was "the right thing to do."
But by the time he was a year old, he had been dragged back and forth between households more times than he could ever had imagined. Sad truth was, neither parent wanted him... they both had much growing up to do... and life to explore. He often was left with his great grandfather, a wheelchair bound veteran with poor eyesight.

No one knows if Billie was abducted, or if "old Sam" had merely forgotten he had the boy with him at the park and accidentally left him there... but when the rest of the family figured it out and went searching... Billie was gone.
What had happened, was a group of traveling followers of Hari Krishna had been passing by,
and Billie was gently and lovingly picked up by one of the young women in the tribe.
From there, Billie grew up on a farm in southern California.
He had several "mothers"... and lots of other children to play with; but life was restrictive, and hard.
He never went to school... and after a heated disagreement with the leader of the farm when Billie was 14; he left. By now, it was the early 80s. He was angry and disillusioned of the world.

He hitchhiked cross country several times by way of 18 wheel trucks that zigzagged him to most all the states. He got work on a cruise ship; and bar-tended his way across the oceans. His primary goal at this stage of life, was in the relationship area... and he often felt that he was the lone redheaded boy in a sea of ladies looking for that tall dark stranger... He left the ship when it was anchored in Hong Kong, and made his way through Asia. He loved the food, the country, the people. He began cooking with street vendors, and worked his way all across Europe making tasty food for folks in restaurants.
By the 90s, he had made it to Paris.

It seemed like all the "hip" folks were working in the dot com business then. And Billie felt lacking. He was a great chef, and in demand... but he wasn't raking in the big bucks or acquiring any of those other signs of success that he felt he should have accomplished by now. He wasn't married, and had no children either.... and he felt like he had "missed the boat" there as well.

Combining his love of Asia, and his skills at cooking... he opened up a cafe on the Rue de la Roquette called "Bistro Bangkok." He catered to the night crowd... the artists, musicians, the LGBT community and more. One night, in walked Coco... and it was love at first sight. Half Asian, Half Nigerian... tall, dark and swarthy.... everything he wished he had been when he was a child. He was smitten. Never mind that Coco was born "Estefan"... and was transgender. It just didn't matter. They both knew it was love, and that it was forever. Coco would sing every night behind the bar, and Billie would cook fabulous, elaborate dinners. Every night, they would stroll the Seine hand in hand to their one bedroom flat. Gone were the feelings of nothingness. Gone was the guilt that he hadn't done "well." Gone were all the presuppositions that he had put upon himself.
He was happy. And it was alright.