Tea at Bedtime | #WeekendCoffeeShare – 30 Sept. ’17

Painted Lady on a Black-eyed Susan flower in the garden
Painted Lady in the Garden

If we were having coffee together, this evening, our visit might be a bit short. I’ve gotten sleepy, and I just might fall asleep before I finish this post. There is left-over coffee that can be heated, if you’d like. Also, I could brew some decaf or pour you a cup of black tea. I am having Irish breakfast tea, brewed strong, because I dare not take antihistamine again so soon. While the pollen counts are low, I am still spending too much time outside.

If we were having coffee together, or in my case, hot tea, I would confess that Friday was a busy day. Al finished digging the trench for the electrical power conduit, and I helped feed the wires through it to the woodworking shop. We’re now ready to call the inspector have the work checked before we fill in the trench.  We then wandered out to do some last-minute shopping. The Scampers needed more food in the house, so that they can have breakfast in the morning. As for me, I needed some more green salad makings and brick cheese, and the store where we usually buy groceries doesn’t carry greek yogurt in the brand that doesn’t have extra ingredients added to it, so there was another stop to make a long the way.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would mention that I sent in my three tanka for this week’s assignment, and again, the instructor’s observations were helpful and encouraging. I thought I might share a couple of the poems that I wrote, this past week. The tanka are more comfortable for me to write because they have fewer restrictions; they seem to allow more variety and informality. Or perhaps I am compulsively formal in writing haiku, which I feel I need not be with the tanka.


quiet room
one picture on the wall
pasture, autumn trees
memories still too close


a Painted Lady
finds my tickseed flower
the shutter clicks
her cameo appearance
in my photograph


puppies asleep
by bowls and tennis balls
my empty lap . . .
soon enough they’ll wake
warm tongues and wagging tails

Copyright © September 2017, by Elizabeth (Lizl) Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

These three weeks have gone by too fast. I’ve received the guide/assignment for week 4, the last week of the online workshop on Japanese poetry. I will continue to write both the haiku and the tanka poems. I hope that I will do a much better job of it, now, especially the haiku, than I have over the past fifty years. There is a depth to the terseness that is awesome.

If we were having coffee together, this evening, I would regretfully say, “Good night!” The Scampers are sound asleep, and so is Al, finally. I’ve only, now, to pick out a photo for this post, and I can turn in, too. A lot of time is saved for productive activities; I seem to have quit watching television, and I never did listen much to the radio. I am actually going to bed, again tonight, having washed all of the dishes, silverware and cooking pots of the day.

I hope that you have a wonderful weekend and a successful week. Thank you for stopping by. I look forward to visiting with you again next weekend, if not before.

Best wishes,


#WeekendCoffeeShare : Mist and Rain

I woke up this morning, later than usual, and went out with the dogs and my camera, to find that yesterday afternoon’s mist carried over into today. The sky is still cloudy, the humidity is high (78%), and the temperature is 67 °F. Quite nice for working outside, which Al is doing, today, putting wood filler over the nails where we put up the siding, yesterday, on the in-progress woodworking shop.

It’s just past noon, and so there’s still warm coffee, if you’d like some. I’m having Tetley Tea, and there’s still bottled water in the refrigerator, along with milk and coffee concentrate, if you would prefer your coffee cold. Today, probably not.

Yesterday we finished measuring, cutting, and putting up the siding on the north side of the workshop. It was fun. Windy, though. By midafternoon, we decided that we’d had enough, and so did not put up the rest of the siding on the west side. The south side (the entrance) is pretty much finished. After checking respective emails, we decided to go out for an early supper, payday having been on Wednesday, and then caught up on other, neglected activities…but not the dish washing. That’s still waiting for me.

I have been enjoying a new-to-me course provided by WordPress’s Blogging University: Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration. [I’m putting those daily exercises on my blog at The Written Word.]  I’m hoping to get warmed up with these assignments so that I will be attentive for the 4-week poetry workshop I signed up for, which begins on 11 September.  The workshop is Introduction to Japanese Poetry, taught by Naomi Beth Wakan. I’ve got her book, Haiku: One Breath Poetry. Looking forward to it.

My last meeting with the grief counselor was on the seventh of this month. I’ve been enjoying having these poster-size photo montages from my parents’ memorial services and from Father’s 100th birthday party in December. I rotate them, two at a time, rather than trying to put up all seven at once. Nice to look up and see them there, singly, together and with their siblings or mine. I have read some helpful books, both textbooks and self-help, recommended by the counselor and others that I have found. Some poetry books have been particularly helpful. I also have written poems of my own concerning death, grief, and mourning, both personal and more in the abstract.

In the midst of the mist, I took some photographs in the wildflower garden, this morning. Although the wildflowers are dying out, pretty much, there still are a few poppies hanging on, plains coreopsis, and my favorites, the blue wild flax. I hope that they will do well in this new garden space, over the years.

I am thankful that we have had this visit. I do enjoy these weekend coffee get-togethers. Here are links to Diana’s [host for Weekend Coffee Share] post for this weekend and the InLinkz URL, which also can be found on Diana’s #WeekendCoffeeShare post, ParttimeMonsterBlog.

Best wishes for you and yours, this coming week!



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

The weather took a break

Today, the temperature has been brutally cold. I have slept through the majority of the day, finally awaking at 3 o’clock this afternoon to put the chicken breasts into the oven to cook (a staple in my soup-making.)

Yesterday afternoon, the temperature was 24°F and there was no breeze. When I took Samantha outside over the noon hour, I didn’t bother with a jacket while taking photographs. Today? 2°F and -17° for tonight’s forecast.

I think that my chest cold is clearing up, and I haven’t had any fits of sneezing since last night. I am rereading The Goblin Emperor for the third (fourth?) time in a row, now intermixed with poems in Samih Al-Qasim’s Sadder Than Water (original on the left, English on the right hand pages). I am currently reading (slowly) through the title poem. I still haven’t found my original copy, but B&N’s replacement (I ordered another copy) arrived with yesterday morning’s mail. [Joy!]

Why do I die, and not another?
And your failing depths whisper:
Because, you are a stranger
on this plane and did not know it;
and did not build it;
and you are nothing on it or in it
but an atom passing through this space….

[“Sadder than Water”, Sadder than Water, by Samih Al-Qasim, IBIS Ed., 2006, p. 171]