Snowy Saturday, October 28 | #WeekendCoffeeShare

Honey, It’s Cold Outside!

Welcome to my World!  If we were getting together for coffee, today, I would welcome you to a hot cup of coffee … or maybe hot chocolate. We have had our first real touch of snow, a promise of winter. Perhaps more to come during the next week and an accumulation of snow on the ground.

If we were having coffee together, this evening, you would have missed the moving of the remaining bales of insulation to the workshop-in-progress in the back yard, and the carrying to the basement the paint cans. Painting the siding is officially postponed until spring. Unless we get much more of a warm-up than I can imagine, right now.

As expected, I never did get a Halloween poem recorded for SFPA’s Online Halloween Poetry Reading page, this year. Or even art work sent in. I have been feeling quite high-strung, and I am not sure what is unsettling me. Perhaps it is just the long string of “first anniversaries” that began with the death of my mother’s sister in October of last year. My mother died a year ago on November 15. In total, from last October to this, I lost both parents, two aunts, and three uncles.

I did put in a call to Hospice, and a new-to-me bereavement counselor will be making a visit to the house on Halloween afternoon. I do expect that being able to talk with her about my thoughts and feelings will help me feel more settled.  It is too bad that the previous counselor moved on from her position when she did, from my perspective. But I am adaptable.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would share with you my latest “project” as I move back into poetry writing after my four-week Japanese Poetry workshop that ended on October 6th. The woman who headed up our NaPoWriMo (Poetry) group in April is hoping to form a group to repeat the “write a poem a day for a month” activity during NaNoWriMo (Novel) month. [Look here to take a look at my poems for April 2017.] While I have written several books during NaNoWriMo and, earlier, April Kihlstrom’s “Book in a Week” challenges, I have discovered that I have no tolerance for rewriting or editing a work of that length. I am sticking to short poems. And hopefully, eventually, essays and memoir pieces.

If we were having coffee together, this evening, I would share that my husband and I enjoyed a nice coze, earlier, a puppy on each lap, talking over the events of the day, plans for tomorrow’s supper, and options for various aspects of finishing the inside of the workshop, in the midst of general conversation. It was a shame to have to wake up the Scampers, so that they could go into their kennels to sleep for the night. It has been a comfortable evening. Looking forward to tomorrow.

Best wishes for you, this weekend and the coming week,


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Sunny Sunday | #WeekendCoffeeShare October 22


Weekend Greetings! If we were getting together for coffee, today, I would welcome you to a cup of coffee made with my most recent batch of Toddy coffee concentrate. Also, milk, black tea and filtered water.

The week has been disjointed, here, with many appointments and deadlines. And a close relative went ou a tour of the British Isles, and so there were several deliveries, since we volunteered to receive the packages she shipped back to the United States during her travels with a friend. Delivery days did not fall on the same days as my haircut or the dogs’ visit to the groomer. THe dogs came home shaved except for the ears. I had my hair cut not so short, looking forward to the colder weather; I will get my next cut at the middle of December and have it left longer by another eighth of an inch. My next preparatory chore, since this week’s forecast mentions show, is to go through the scarf/gloves box in the hall closet for stocking caps and mittens.

If we were having coffee together, I would show you some of the pictures from years past when there was already snow on the ground on this date. I love the winter’s snow, leaves on the ground and buried under their white, winter blankets, and the paths that the squirrels and birds make under the cotoneasters in the back yard (see leaves, above, in sunlight).

If we were having a snow event this weekend, however pretty it might be, I would be settling in for a peaceful nap. Before our coffee date, I got outside with the dogs and a camera, and I took a few photographs of the sunlight shining through the thin, yellow and red leaves still hanging from the tree branches. In the garden, there is one last poppy, and yesterday I got a photograph of the very last Siberian wallflower in the wildflower garden.



If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would confess that I will not, this year, be recording a Hallowe’en poem for the SFPA Online Halloween Poetry Reading. I did write a short poem, but was not able to record it, because the dogs take an exception to the sound of me, talking to myself. Also, I did not care for the poem, after I’d tried to recite it for the microphone half a dozen times. This will be the second time in twelve years that I’ve not had a poem up for the event. While I am disappointed, my disappointment relates to circumstances (my fatigue and life’s not allowing room for extra hours in the day or days in the week). Nor am I inspired to create new seasonal graphic art. I did note in the call for submissions that this year’s editor is looking for specifically “Hallowe’en” art and poetry. Mine in the past have been “mood” pieces, but for the year of my “At Allantide” poem. We look forward to passing out holiday candy to the children in the neighborhood who stop by, but we feel no special connection to Hallowe’en celebrations or childhood memories. And if there is snow on the night, we’ll remove our address from the NextDoor neighborhood map, shut out the lights, and go to bed.

Do you have sweet memories of Hallowe’en celebrations from years gone by?

Thank you for stopping in! I did find a post with a #WeekendCoffeeShare Linkz button, this weekend: here at Eclectic Alli, with current links, and I will be adding my page there, later this afternoon.

Best wishes!



Halloween Poetry Reading #SFPoetry


The Science Fiction Poetry Association’s annual Halloween Poetry Reading available for viewing/listening. Every year various members of the SFPA record their Halloween/Spooky poems and submit holiday pictures for the page.

This year, I have recorded the poem, pretty much unchanged, that I posted recently on this blog. You’ll also find some of my photo-art pieces there.

I hope that you’ll stop by the page to look at the art work and listen to some of the MP3 recordings of Halloween poetry. We’ve got a nice lot of poems and pictures again this year. (There are links to previous Halloween Poetry Readings starting with 2006.)

Blue Wild Flax flowers, each with a hoverfly (large and small) alongside tall grass gone to seed

Friday evening, 14 October 2016 | #WeekendCoffeeShare

Good evening! I’ve finished off my list of things to do, today, and I’m happy that you have dropped by to join me for late (or early?) coffee. Water’s hot for tea, and there’s orange and cranberry juice in the frig. (Also, cream, blackberries and strawberries while fruit is still in season.)

If we were having coffee, &c., together, I would share the memorable events and accomplishments of my week.

  • I sent off the order, today, for wildflower seeds to plant in the new garden plot.
  • I missed a day on the exercise bike. These past three days, I’ve pedaled 8 miles/day, and three to four miles a day for three days.
  • I have practiced my piano exercises and also played some performance pieces, albeit intermediate grade selections.
  • The kitchen has been clean and all dishes washed twice within the past seven days.
  • I’m caught up on the laundry, and also collected my mother’s wash from the nursing home. I found that her shawl has a new hole in it, and I must mend it before returning it.
  • Thaddeus (the younger Scamper) is on a new “Time Out” discipline regimen. When he repeats a forbidden act (e.g., stealing and eating a washcloth or towel, a facial tissue or paper towel), he goes into his kennel with the cover over it. I set the timer for 15 minutes, and then let him out, again. His behavior is improving. Also, Al got a new towel rack for the kitchen and mounted it high enough that the dogs cannot reach the cloths.

My mother got up a couple of times late in the night (early Thursday), which we did not know she could do, and fell. I would expect that she was trying to get to the bathroom. Measures are being taken.

I’ve been to the nursing home three days in a row, this week, and she’s been resting. I would share with you that I find this to be a good thing. Regaining mobility may help her to feel less anxious and thus improve her health.

I also must share that I have written a poem (see below) that I might be able to record for the SFPA’s Halloween Poetry Reading, but I’m not really happy with it. I’ve other ideas running around in my mind, but need to have nothing happening for a day or so. Also, I no longer have adequate recording software since my computers have switched to Windows 10. Sharing it with you may give me some incentive to come up with a better poem.

Childhood’s Hallowe’ens

It’s that time of year
when monsters peep
from closet doors
and gather round
from underneath the beds

to find out if you’re ripe
for different sorts of
new adventures.

Hunter, once again, this year?
or Hunted?

If we were visiting together, I would tell you that one of my great stress relievers is rereading books by favorite authors (e.g., Julie Czerneda, Sharon Shinn, Anne McCaffrey, Laura Anne Gilman, Anne Bishop (The Courtyard series), L. E. Modesitt, Jr., Mercedes Lackey, &c.). This week I finished Modesitt’s newest release: Treachery’s Tools. And then I started rereading Solar Express (November 2015).

I lasted through the week pretty well, but on Friday I had to take the day off, pretty much. A ham radio friend died on Wednesday, and Al went to the memorial service today, while I stayed home. Breathing problems and feeling dizzy. It’s good to take off time to rest, finally.

I’m going to sign off and get some sleep, before Friday turns into Saturday.

Thank you for joining me, this evening.


P.S. Don’t forget to stop by Diana’s Part Time Monster Blog for her post and the Links button that leads to other Weekend Coffee Share participants’ posts.

The Scampers & the New Garden Plot
The Scampers & the New Garden Plot

Dawn’s Coffee | Flexibility Without Remorse

Went out with the dog at daybreak to find a murder of crows in the tall, bare branches of the cottonwood, calling “We’re meeting HERE!…Caw Caw Caw Caw!” to the extended neighborhood. Invigorating!

I think that they woke me up. I usually go to sleep with a Nature audio running on the desktop computer, but did not, last night. (Went to sleep rather abruptly.)

There have been developments since the beginning of the week.

  • I find myself, after shedding the position last fall when Bryce (youngest sister) fell ill and died, in the position of editing (but, hurrah! co-editor with a marvelous conspirator, Shannon Connor Winward) the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s annual online Halloween Poetry Reading page. (Deadline for submissions is October 26.)
  • I am currently listening to audio tapes, editing bios/blurbs as needed, reviewing Halloween-type graphics submissions, etc.
  • Al developed a horrendous toothache that spread out to several teeth, and so I phoned the dentist, Wednesday late afternoon …
  • and when Al got a time slot for Thursday, I postponed my haircut to next week. That would be length after previous cut = 3/8″, 7 weeks growth = 7/8″. one and one-quarter inches by the time I’m in the stylist’s chair again. I’m already losing the tops of my ears in the fringies!
  • I’m still on the mend from dust exposures earlier in the week, and so Al had to go alone to a pre-funeral visitation. These are getting to be too close together.

And so the only poetry I foresee writing for the next week or so would be my own Online Halloween Reading submission for the page. (The publication is not juried, but instead is a “contribution” to Halloween fun from SFPA members to all poets and the general public. Editors also get to take part.)

I am feeling rather isolated at the moment, aside from the mostly goal-oriented correspondence related to the Halloween Reading page, but because I am not pushing myself to do any more, I am relaxed and sleeping soundly at night.

Eliminating stress—saying “No” and moving on—does wonders for the blood pressure, blood oxygen levels, and quality of sleep. Flexibility without remorse!

I have finished my first cup of coffee. Off to make some fresh, now, start the next pot of Toddy coffee concentrate to cold-brew, and find some breakfast. Scrambled eggs and left-over spinach, I believe.

Wishing you-all a marvelous day!