JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS – Marilyn Armstrong


Today is Charlie Austin’s Memorial Service. It’s in Dorchester, so we will be gone much if not most of the day. It’s just been that kind of week. We’re out of here in about half an hour and I’m not sure when we will be home again, so if I don’t get to you, tomorrow will be another day.

The weather has truly skewered us. All week it has been lovely, but today — when we have a long haul into Boston — it’s raining and cold. Driving will be slow and I’m already shivering.

If I don’t catch anyone today, tomorrow I hope I can catch up. I have to admit, I seem to be falling further and further behind. It’s possible I will never catch up!

We’ve been out of the house pretty much every day … and there’s not enough time to get everything done. Apologies to all!

Hugs my friends on this gray, wet, day.

PICK A WORD FOR A PICTURE – MAY 2018 – Marilyn Armstrong


From Paula:

It’s time for another Pick a Word themed photo challenge. This is where you may choose one, or more or all of the offered words and interpret them through photos. I hope that you will find them challenging and inspiring enough.

And the words are:  iconic, propagation, cleaved, zoomorphic, marginal

And here are my “pictures and words” for Paula’s (Lost In Translation) Thursday Special challenge. I think I got them all.

In a naturally cleaved tree, you can see an old American eagle nest.

The hosta are propagating like mad as the weather warms

Zoomorphic – A healing bear fetish

Marginal – the sunken spikes long the edge of the harbor

The Superstitions – iconic rocky mountains in Arizona

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HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT – Marilyn Armstrong

Last night, I spent close to an hour looking for something that was exactly where it was supposed to be. It was on the correct shelf, right in front. Nothing was hiding it. It wasn’t behind something, or turned the wrong way.

I looked there — twice — and I couldn’t see it. So I looked in all the other places I might possibly have put an unopened package of medication. There’s a cupboard in the kitchen where some stuff is stored. There’s a rack in the bathroom where other supplies are kept. Otherwise, it’s either my medicine cabinet or the cabinet over the john.


I searched the kitchen thoroughly , in the process finding and tossing out several bottles and tubes of prehistoric stuff that had to be at least a decade old and which I didn’t know I still had. But, I didn’t find what I was looking for.

Finally, I began to question if the container for which I was looking existed at all. I thought I’d bought two bottles of this stuff. It’s not expensive, so I would normally buy a couple of them and a time and stash the spare in my cupboard. But maybe I only thought I’d bought a spare. Maybe there was only one.

Before tucking myself into bed, I made a final pass at the cabinet over the toilet, my the default location for storing non-prescriptions meds and cosmetics … and there it was. Right in the middle. Where I had looked at least three times in the past hour.,


Despite my tendency to blame it on the dogs or on supernatural wee people, I suspected my eyes had been blind to the container. In a bright yellow box.

In bed, I told Garry I had just spent nearly an hour looking for something that was where it was supposed to be and where I had looked multiple times.

He was sympathetic. “Yes,” he said, “it happens.”

Yes. it happens. Is it eyes refusing to see? Or the brain unable (temporarily) to register information? Or maybe … it really is those pesky, wee brownies, fairies, and pixies messing with me.

You think?


Garry went out to find me fuchsia, but the fuchsia guy is gone. No one has seen him and the shop is closed. Enterprising spirit that he is, he found me a glorious basket of pink begonias. I need one more basket for the patio, but that one is glorious.

Variegated Geranium

Today I bought a second hanging pot, a variegated geranium — purple and white. Supposedly it’ll cope with living in less than full sunlight. I hope so. Usually, geraniums really prefer a lot of sun, which I do not have.

Hanging Begonia

I love the little patches that look like roses


More miniature roses

Hanging geraniums

A hard shade of pink to capture

Flowers of my day – Pink Begonia and Variegated Geranium