SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 – 21: NO PLACE LIKE HOME

SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 – 21
2 September 2015: NO PLACE LIKE HOME

It’s Frisbee Wednesday again and suddenly, it’s September.

We’re off on vacation for the next three weeks. Therefore, this prompt will be missing for the next three Wednesdays — September 9, 16, and 23. I’m sure I’ll post something, pictures for sure, but I’m taking a long-delayed and much-needed vacation from daily blogging.

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My right shoulder has been sending shooting pains to remind me I’ve been huddled too many hours with the computer. Since we’ll be away, it’s a perfect opportunity to give my neck, shoulder, and wrists a rest.

This is my 21st prompt. Twenty-first? Yup, you got it. That means my prompt is old enough to drink. I’m going to send Serendipity to a bar tonight. Give it a vacation. Let it relax for a while. I might join it for a night-cap.


I’ve taken this week’s cue from my friend The Ladybug. She started her own prompt in which I have not participated because I’m brain-dead right now. It’s not just my muscles that need a break. All of me needs R&R.

Her prompt gave me pause for thought.

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TOO OLD TO GO ADVENTURING

I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t want to.

Narnia is too … well … Christian. For me. Aslan is a great lion and a hero, but Narnia’s no place for a nice Jewish girl from Queens.

Neverland is charming I’m sure, but it’s for children. Or maybe grownups who want to be children — not me. Even with flying and pixie dust, I get tired thinking about all the zooming energy. Too many lost boys!

Hogwarts is a school. I’m done with schools, even magic school. I know I would not fit in with the hormonal, pubescent population of the school. I’d be a terrible wet blanket.

Wonderland is the only place which makes it to my vacation column. I’d like to visit there for a while, if only for the chance to finally meet the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter, and that big White Rabbit — all favorite characters.

Camelot, Middle Earth, Westeros … aah me.

There was a time when I’d have hot-footed it to Camelot or Middle Earth without a second’s thought. These days, I want comfort. Hot and cold running water in-house. Good showers. Flush toilets. My adjustable bed and reclining love seat. Big, bright television and good sound. I want my husband next to me, our dogs around me.

I need a world that fits. Me. I would not fit into any of those beautiful, magical locales nor would they  be happy with me. In a world full of adventure and magic, I would not be an asset.

Truth is, I am no longer seeking adventure. I’m avoiding it.

Sorry to miss such glorious photo opportunities, though. I hope whoever amongst you ventures forth to other dimensions of delight will return with pictures and stories to tell.

I’ll be waiting for your reports!


As usual, should you accept the challenge, you may use any picture — and this week, you have plenty of choices — or any of your own pictures and write something about the picture. This has got to be the easiest prompt in the world since basically, that’s what we all do as bloggers anyway.

I will be back in October, hopefully well rested and without that ugly pain in the neck and shoulder. And with lot of photographs taken in upstate New York and Vermont. Have a great September my good friends.

SENSE OF SIGHT

CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE: SENSE OF SEEING

This week’s topic is the colors of the sense of seeing.  This week you can post anything that stimulates or delights you visually.   Be creative and have fun. Feel free to dig around in your archives for photos if you don’t have anything new.

The muted colors of the misty woods in the early morning

The muted colors of the misty woods in the early morning

The nost pink chrysanthemum

The pinkest chrysanthemum

The brightest sunrise

The brightest sunrise

HOME IN CRISIS, SORRY ABOUT THAT

We’ve got a lot of stuff going on around here. I won’t be able to read other blogs today and I might not be able to deal with comments much more either. Between the workmen coming in and the rest of the mess, I can’t. Bear with me please. Sometimes, reality intrudes on blogging.

Comments are closed. I just can’t deal with any more right now.

NOT OFF TO A GOOD START – 2015 WEEK #35

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #35

What made you feel good this week?

Nothing yet. I’ve been up and about for three and half hours and all of it has been on the phone straightening out messes with Amazon, Charter Cable (bad DVR box), a pharmacy, and three doctors.

The good part? I scheduled my granddaughter’s 19th birthday party, which she is having here because hey, that’s what grandparents are for!

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I have rescheduled 3 appointments: two for me, one for Garry. I have filed a complaint (Amazon), received refunds and apologies (Amazon). It is now 11:45 AM. I’m exhausted.

It’s Monday morning, so this week is not off to what I would call a terrific start. But you never know. Maybe this is the worst it will get, in which case, it’s okay. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

For potlucks or parties do you cook it yourself, buy from a grocery store, or pay for catering?

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It depends. There haven’t been any events of this kind in the last couple of years. I used to cook, but then I switched to buying desserts from the local bakery. But every once in a while, I still get the urge to bake and I always share the results, party or not.

What is your favorite part of the town/city you live in.  And what Country do you live?

My town is so ridiculously small, you either love all of it, or none of it. Uxbridge is a town of about 11,000 people in south central Massachusetts. We are in south Uxbridge, which isn’t a separate town, just the most southern end of the township. The Village of Uxbridge is much smaller than the town.

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If you know anything about the way New England is structured, you know that there are the counties, then towns, then villages. Each has different boundaries. Massachusetts is, for those who care about legal differences, a commonwealth rather than a state. There is a difference, but at this point in history, it’s more a technicality than significant.

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If I had to pick a single place to love especially much, it would be the dam over the Mumford River.

Historical Context
Commonwealth originally meant a region governed by the people, not a monarch. England was a commonwealth from around 1649 to 1660. During the American Revolution, the colonies of Massachusetts, Virginia and Pennsylvania declared themselves commonwealths. Thereby they signaled that they were no longer governed by the British monarchy but were an independent republic. At the time, Kentucky was part of Virginia. In 1790 when it separated from Virginia, Kentucky chose to retain the commonwealth moniker.

Complete this sentence:  My favorite place in the whole world….. 

My favorite place is home.

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No matter where I go — or how much I complain — this is the place where I feel “right” with the world and myself.

BICYCLE PORTRAITS

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As HEDley Lamarr once said, “My mind was a raging torrent,” as I saw the bicycle and the folks settled in front.  They were dipping their toes in the lake on a warm, sunny day.

Actually, I was thinking of a scene from one of my favorite movies, “Night of The Hunter”. There’s a shot through a cobweb of kids playing in a field. So, my inspiration came from Charles Laughton, the acclaimed actor in his his only directorial effort.

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The bicycle, its spokes, the people, the lake and beyond offered many possible stories.

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The images on images also reminded me of dream sequences. I was so inspired that I lay down on my stomach to get some of these shots. I would later regret that effort.

File this under my fountain of youth/Fellini picture shoots.

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PAGING PONCE DE LEON

Carly Simon is in my head a lot these days singing, “You’re So Vain”. After decades of seeming perpetual youth in my career as a reporter, the portrait in my attic has become an illusion. It’s something with which most people who work in the public eye must come to grips as time goes by.

First, it was my hair turning salt and pepper, then predominantly gray. And, then, oh horror! A bald patch atop my head which has crept ever forward. Mother of mercy!!

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As a TV news guy, I was on the air several times a day, five or six days a week. For 31 years. I remember walking into an electronics store and seeing myself on dozens of TV sets, surrounded by a throng of appreciative people. From an ego point of view, it just doesn’t get much better.

The hair crisis was paralleled by my body telling me I could no longer work such long hours, nor party with little sleep and questionable dietary habits.

Understand that I’ve been retired going on 15 years now but I’ve been very slow to accept that the guy I see in the pictures on our wall no longer exists. Last week, I visited my two younger brothers at our family home. Our mission? Prepare the 60-year-old house for sale. Huge cleanup. My body cried for relief the first day. My brothers were sympathetic. I was grateful but my ego took a hit.

Three brothers and a cousin

Three brothers and a cousin

The drive home from West Hempstead to Uxbridge was out of “The Twilight Zone”. Bumper to bumper from start to finish. More than five hours! I used to relish such trips, regardless of traffic. It was fun in those convertible days, top down, letting memories blur the idiotic, incompetent motorists around me.

My convertible days are history along, with my tolerance for long hours on the road.

Credence Clearwater Revival rode shotgun the final hour of the drive, keeping me alert as I finger tapped the steering wheel. “Midnight Special” played a half-dozen times, right into our driveway as I arrived home and allowed myself a long sigh. I slowly — very slowly — extracted myself from the car. I tried to stretch.

Oh, the dismay. The fear and trembling. Where the hell was Ponce De Leon when I needed him? Probably still in his eternal search for that elusive fountain of youth …

ODDBALLS OR LEFTOVERS? 2015 WEEK 35

CEE’S ODD BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE: 2015 WEEK 35

These days, there’s no real line between oddball and not oddball, only between pictures I’ve posted … and pictures I haven’t posted yet.

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Drought

Drought

Just a word about time passing. Once again, we are heading into autumn. I can’t believe that summer is ending. I can’t believe a year has passed … and I’m still here. Guess I’ll stick around for a while longer.