Hooves clash and nostrils flare
The color purple is everywhere
The question looms – whatever to do?
PurpleMoose comes to the rescue
Hip hip hooray!
We live in Alaska
we make our own fun
Picture borrowed from Seattle Mariners page for the weekend Super Hero challenge at Trifextra.
I am on the last few days of a wonderful trip to Texas. I came for business – which took up the first few days. Then I visited with my aunt and uncle – which was a blessing.
So hard to leave them because this may be our last meeting – at least here on this plane. As you can imagine, it was bittersweet both to see and to leave. I am thankful for their son-in-law who has taken on a gargantuan task of caring for them in his home. His wife, their only daughter, passed away a few years ago.
While in Austin for business I was delighted to meet an online friend – Fran Hart and we had a lovely time visiting over the biggest steak I have eaten in a long while. (can we say Texas?) Lovely to find someone with like mind and spirit.
While visiting the elders in Mansfield, I got together with another long-time internet buddy (we think it’s been at least 10 years we’ve “known” each other) Corina, aka TX Skatemom. We had decided a good (slow) walk was in order. She had just completed the OK Memorial marathon (you can read about it at her blog) and I am, while getting in shape, still slow. We went to a park with a 1 mile marked loop (pay attention, Kenai) and started off . . . finishing two laps later. Yes, that woman encouraged me enough that I completed 2 miles.
🙂
Well, you can’t do all that without some food, so off we went to BFF Bistro and ate on the patio near the fountain. YUMMO Asian quisine – and, equally yummo waiter, Westin. Thanks for a lovely time, Corina.
🙂
After a morning last visit with the elders I headed back to the hotel to check out and meet up with Ms. Shelly Tucker. We talked and talked all the way to Denton. There I was given a quick drive through town with a stop at Viet Bites where we had some delightful Vietnamese quisine – again on the patio where we could catch whatever breeze there might be. We walked around the square and stopped for ice cream at Beth Marie’s Old Fashioned Ice Cream. We poked our noses into some shops – including an old fashioned candy shop. Not quite penny candy anymore, but reminiscent.
After settling in and meeting the mister we visited a bit over catfish, shrimp and other delights at Hootchie’s Oyster House.
You would think I would never eat again, but we are up and ready for today’s adventure which includes a stop at the coffee shop and a drive to Ft. Worth.
Pictures after I get back home. Thanks to everyone who has so far made my visit to Texas quite lovely.
p.s. I just have to laugh. I looked at the upper right corner and am greeted with “Howdy, PurpleMoose.” How fitting for Texas.
once upon a long ago time
a little boy lost his mother
“What does she look like?”
“She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”
Townspeople lined up
to be scrutinized by the lad
the elders walked him to
each and every
young
vibrant
young
woman
“No, not she. My mother is the
MOST beautiful woman in the world!”
“Alas, son, there is no other
the beauties have all been seen.
The boy gazed toward the edge of town
where sat an old woman
wrinkled, grayed, bent
“There!” he cried. “There is my mother
the most beautiful woman
in the world!”
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VV’s prompt this last week of Poetry Month was PRETTY and there is an amazing slam poet highlighted for the week. I hope you will go over and listen to that.
This is a tale I heard in grade school. I think the nuns were trying to teach us that pretty is as pretty does – or that beauty is truly what is INSIDE the heart and not outside the body. At any rate, the gist of the story has stuck with me alllllllll these long and many years. Now that I am older, grayer, bent with my own years, I hope that any beauty in my heart can overshadow all that.
btw – just peeking in from Texas where I am visiting some elderly relatives and meeting up with some long-time on-line friends. Back to AK and reality towards the end of the week. Hope y’all (heh) are doing well.
it opens but once
I’m told
opportunity knocks – then
leaves one cold
you have what it takes
to open that door
stepping through
is a metaphor
grab hold
be bold
it’s yours
go!
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Checking in from Texas – using the hotel’s computer – checking out the Trifecta challenge for the week.
These are my 33 words – where are yours?
Moira swayed, eyes closed and hands reaching toward the sky.
“Oh, Mother Ireland, I love yeâ€, she keened; “I love ye, but I must leave ye. Tis time, tis time. Tis time for Moira to make her way into the Promised Land of America’s green shores.â€
Keevan O’Donaugh watched as tears streamed down Moira’s upturned cheeks, wondering at the ecstasy rocking her in time.
“Moira, me darling. Can you hear me? Come out of this vision and come back to poor Keevan’s arms where you belong.â€
Moira started, then shuddered as if to shake off the remains of the dream.
“Ah, Keevan, love. I’m here. I’m here. But I cannot stay. America is callin’ me. Do come with me, do.â€
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Ecstasy . . . that state of being that Trifecta’s editors asked us to fall into this week.
