#WeekendCoffeeShare : Saturday, 08 December 2018

Coffee or Tea?

Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)! All are welcome!

Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about?

Thanks to Eclectic Alli, the host for Weekend Coffee Share! Her post and Linkz link-up for this weekend are here.

the scampers (cocker spaniels) are asleep together on the loveseat after getting after(my)lunch treats
Sleeping ’til supper

Welcome! Today’s fare is simple: Oolong tea, Toddy coffee, filtered water, filberts and a couple different kinds of cheese and g-f crackers. Late getting up and going, this weekend. Comes from waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to get back to sleep, again. The Scampers were good puppies to nap, again, when I decided that I needed some extra sleep, today.

Awake too early
waiting for the hours to pass
eight o’clock sunrise

remembering promises
made long ago…never kept

Copyright © 2018-12-08, by Liz Bennefeld. Originally published this morning at my Quilted Poetry blog.

If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, I would mention that the work table from my late mother’s sewing/computer room has finally been moved from beside the front door to beneath the north-facing window in my room to hold my tiny desktop computer and monitor. My longer desk is now in my husband’s room, and we moved his large L-shaped desk into the carpentry-free room of the backyard workshop, where it is sorely needed. We’re still adding shelves and cupboards to accommodate organizing everything by type and use.

I am happy to tell you that my dental check-up, yesterday, went well. My husband, however, is scheduled for two sessions of fillings, this coming week. I thought to take the charcoal face mask with me to minimize exposure to the fragrances that accumulate in the dental office’s reception area. I did not feel like I would pass out, unlike at last winter’s appointment.

The dental appointments and stops at the butcher shop and two grocery stores were distracting enough that I forgot Friday, and so the weekend showed up out of nowhere. In amongst the distractions, I did take some photos, this week.

We have warm weather for a while, now, after the bitter cold and wind of Thursday’s outing. We still go to the small-town dental office in the town where one of my brothers still lives.

Somewhere, this week, I came across a question, the wording of which I do not recall, but it centered on who, in all truth, you believe you are. it intrigues me. I intend to try writing to that, this weekend. Something about recognizing what I am running from and to, and why.

Thank you for stopping by to visit.

Best wishes for your weekend and the week to be.


One more poem from this week, which wrote on Monday. I was thinking about my parents when I wrote it. Particularly, my mother. She was 85 when she finished writing and published her last book. When I was unable to find, after her death, her notes or unfinished manuscript for the fourth book she planned to write, women in the military service during WW II.

fragile tomorrows
promise of eternity
yesterday has passed

we exist in our todays
and that’s time enough for love

Copyright © 2018-12-03, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.


#WeekendCoffeeShare : Saturday, 01 December 2018

boiling water in a glass kettle
Tea Water’s Hot

Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)! All are welcome!

Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about?

Thanks to Eclectic Alli, the host for Weekend Coffee Share! Her post and Linkz link-up for this weekend are here.

Please help yourself to coffee or tea. I have switched to Toddy coffee, now, and am hopeful that there will be enough whole milk to make up another cup or two. Cheese, apples, and filbert nuts for snacks, this weekend. I think that’s better than last week.

dogs, asleep after breakfastAh, the chaos that is my life! The Scampers have been demanding, yesterday and today, such that I have few consecutive quiet minutes for writing. They felt deserted when Al and I went out for my birthday dinner, and again the next day, when my sisters-in-law had suggested we go out together for lunch. Today, they’ve been demanding more time for interaction. Don’t let them fool you! They wake up at the slightest sound. I’ve noticed that the new postal carrier tries to deliver our mail without making any noise. 

If we were having coffee together, today, I would admit that I still have four or five poems to write for my November poem-a-day writing group. That was around the 14th to the 18th. And there are many for which I do not yet have appropriate photographs. I decided today to relax by playing the piano, only to realize that I need glasses to read the music, now, and calling the piano technician to get repair work done had totally left my mind. I have not called him to arrange for a tuning for a couple of years. I fear that he is even older than I am; I doubt his still being in business.

It’s been another “tired” week, but I’ve found myself sleeping later and getting more sleep as a result. Also, I am not waking up during the night, but sleeping straight  through. Ending wisps of interesting dreams that have been making for more off-beat poem ideas.

One of the poetry prompts for November 16th has me stopped: Why do you blog? (thesitsgirls).  It’s like tossing pebbles from the shore into the river in hopes that if the water rises, I still will have someplace to stand, to lie down, to keep my head above water. That sort of immediate response to a poetry prompt sort of bothers me. I don’t see Fargo sinking beneath a lake. And then I recall that it was built on the shallows of a (relatively dry) lake bed. An urge to locate a topological map of the region.

One reason that I blog, of course, is that I take photographs. Lots of them. And I have been doing so for a decade and a half, now.

Another reason is that I enjoy being around people who are thinking and doing things. Going out to lunch, for coffee, or an evening meal. Or talking on the telephone with a relative at the other end of the country. Circumstances have brought about more opportunities for dialogue. I had not realized that I have missed that as much as I have since I’ve had to limit my exposure to people and the environment. I miss the online communities I belonged to in the 90s and the early part of this century. I miss being around people. So I must blog because monologue is better than simply listening. Huh!

The Scampers are asleep, again, and so I’m the only one who’s awake. Help yourself to more cheese on the way out…an apple or two. I look forward to reading posts and wish you well for the coming week! As always, it’s been good.

Hugs & much love,

P.S. The November poem-a-day URL for this November is https://theartofdisorder.blogspot.com, should you care to take a look-through.

#Weekend Coffee Share | Approaching Year’s End

Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!

Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about? All are welcome!

— Allison, Eclectic Alli, host of Weekend Coffee Share

Ice and Snow

If we were having coffee together, this morning, I would invite you to sit down and bide awhile. I’m slow in getting started, this morning, even though I got to bed at a reasonable time, last night. I and the other of us got together with his sisters and other close and extended family members to share the Thanksgiving Day meal. It was a bit nostalgic as we remembered those who are no longer with us in the flesh, although not absent from memory.

We came home with a “care package” of turkey and dressing…and a container that I suspect holds a dessert of my husband’s choosing, since I cannot indulge. While the others enjoyed coffee and homemade pie following dinner, I had a bowl of raspberries in cream with my coffee. Any moment, now, I am going to be interrupted by the waking up of the Scampers, the time now being after eight o’clock. They went into their kennels in the front sitting room at about ten o’clock, last night, totally exhausted. So they should be awake, alert, and very loud when they do awaken. I think I’ll forestall them by waking them up for breakfast right now.

. . .

Well, that break took longer than I thought it would. I have transitioned from Friday morning, when the Scampers were enjoying their after-meal nap time just across the room from me, to Sunday night.

Sleeping after supper, two cocker spaniels
the Scampers after supper

If we were having tea together, this evening, I would mention that I finally got all of the dishes washed from the past week, and I wrote some of the poems I was behind on. (Poem a day, November) I have been reading, this weekend, and hesitating to get into my photography computer, lest I not emerge for days. I have three new 4T external hard drives, now, and am determined to get complete backups rotating through off-site storage. Tedious! I did get a new backup taken to the bank, Wednesday afternoon, and the old one back home, again. Are you concerned about backing up files? Especially, I am thinking about photographs, correspondence, and personal writing. Just read about Flickr’s cutting down on free photo storage space and, I think, raising their Pro rate. It would be handy to have all of my photos available on the Internet, but I hesitate, thinking it all could vanish in an instant.

I find myself to be still tired, this weekend. I’ve been sleeping soundly and not waking up quite so early as I had been for a while. Must exercise more. Also, I got new lenses put in my favorite frames, so I have two pair of reading glasses with current prescriptions. Now, I just have to remember to wear them. I can see that they are an arm’s length away on the bookshelf.

I’ve had my evening tea. Expect to get to bed quite early, tonight. I hope that you are looking forward with anticipation to the new week.

Best wishes!


ETA: My brother-in-law had (emergency?) surgery, Friday night, which went well. He will soon be moved from the hospital to a rehab facility. Much relief, and hoping that recovery proceeds smoothly.

Update: Reallocating resources

I have decided to discontinue the domains that I have through WordPress (theartofdisorder.net and quiltedpoetry.net) and return to the Free personal plan.  As I shared on the quilted poetry blog,

More of my writing is personal and on paper, these days, and I find myself wanting more time and attention available for other concerns.

I am continuing with my writing and increasingly, my photography. While I enjoy (crave?) interaction with people on a personal basis, engagement has decreased on the Internet over the decades. At the same time, my motivations and goals are changing.

I think that the domains expire in December and January or February. I am going to be changing the URLs back to the *.wordpress.com addresses as I come across them.

There are many changes that I contemplate as I move into my middle seventies, most of them having to do with priorities in allocating my time. I can see myself continuing to focus more tightly as circumstances and priorities continue to shift.

Best wishes,



#WeekendCoffeeShare : Friday, 16 November 2018

Welcome to Weekend Coffee Share! This is a time to catch up with everyone’s news from last week, plans for the next, and current preoccupations (see our host Allison’s Coffee Share page for this week at her blog: Eclectic Alli). The InLinkz for this week’s Weekend Coffee Share is HERE!

Thinking of the Warm


Thanks for stopping in for a natter and a cuppa tea or coffee (or beverage of your choice). I hope that your week/month is going well. Especially those of you who are taking part in NaNoWriMo! Halfway through, now, and into the second half of the challenge!

If we were getting together for coffee—I do have oolong tea leaves steeping, right now that the coffee’s cooling off—I would confess that I have not had energy enough to write any poems for the past three days. Not strictly true, but nothing worthy of the label of “poem”. The NaHaiWriMo prompt for the 14th (I think) was “brother”. I am not at all satisfied with it, and so have tucked it away with the other failures, but…

“Children of the Same Father”
an eternal hope

we will be like Him—

forgiving ourselves for not
being perfect before then

I will get through the fatigue and drowsiness, and get caught up, again, on writing poems for the missing days. But perhaps  not this week.

Still having some breathing problems that I no longer am blaming on the volunteer appreciation banquet or the dinner with my brother and his wife at the restaurant. I hope I am well enough to attend my own birthday dinner, end of November. I felt quite well, the few days that I was able to get out to the gazebo to exercise while the sun was up and the sky, clear. The weather is to turn warm, now that we’ve inches of snow on the ground. I may have to wear boots to get out into the back yard. Between the snows, the rainstorms, and the fires out of control, one forgets that the majority of the world and its population are maintaining their normalcy.

Later in the day, Thursday, I got a text from my sister on the East Coast, letting me know that her husband had fainted during his examination by the doctor. She finally left him in the emergency room at the urging of the hospital staff, and drove home alone through the increasingly bad snowstorm. They’ve hospitalized him; transfusions and lots of tests. Quite worried about that. Health problems, retired, and three years younger than my husband and me.  I am glad that their children live close by. There should be help close at hand if needed. Half a continent away, I am good for telephone calls. Our mother always took that role. Second anniversary of her death, yesterday evening. Having married quite late in life with no desire to raise children, I guess I can listen and be supportive without needing (or being able) to give advice or trying to “fix” things.

If we were visiting together, this evening, I would show you some of the photographs that I have taken this week in spite of the cold and the snow, before we tuck in the Scampers and turn in for the night.

The Scampers, Dozing

Quiet and peaceful, here, even though the winds have not yet died down. I am looking forward to early to bed and to sleep. Rest is a good thing. Still some cheese (white cheddar) and crackers (g-f rice & veggies) on the table. Please help yourself on the way out!

Best wishes for your week!

Hugs & much love,

Poem-a-Day poems finished are at theartofdisorder.blogspot.com.