Weekly Photo Challenge: Today Was a Good Day

This week’s photo challenge is to share photos from your ideal day or some of your favorite things. My photos are some snapshots from my summer. My ideal day is usually spent close to a large body of water. These photos were all taken in California from Lake Tahoe, La Jolla and Huntington Beach.

The other part of the challenge was to present photos in a gallery possibly using Mesh. It’s pretty simple to add photos in Mesh. However, it may cut off photos in the Full Screen View. Photos look quite nice in this view when they don’t cut off. If they are cutting off, you can simply click inside the photo (in either view) and it will present the photo as it was uploaded.

To view photos with the full screen option, click on the dashed box (the second one in from the right. Got it?). I hope you like my summer snapshots.

http://me.sh/qxlrh33

For more ‘Today Was a Good Day’ photos, visit the Weekly Photo Challenge site.

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Just because. . .

I am writing a post about nothing in particular, just because. . .

Just because I never do, and it’s my turn.

And just because, I want to tell you that my heart is in it, but my spirit is weak.

In my research about “hacking,” I discovered that, in fact, I have been hacked. Every time I turn on computer, I have a new virus. At this point, I’m afraid to touch my computer, much less turn it on. When I use a computer now, I do so, ahem, at an undisclosed location. That’s where I am now.

But just because I am weakened by technology, does mean that I can’t enjoy your posts. I’ve been able to accomplish this by using other devices, i.e., smart phone and the trusty iPad, when it is available. I’ve learned that I detest things that are small…small screens, small typeface, small keys….Just because, well they’re annoying.

I’ve tried to rely on Siri, to talk to her to see if she can type my comments. The other day, I made this shopping list on my phone:

I said: 
Salami
Rolls
Peanut butter

She typed:
Mommy
Rules
You Know Better

What is this? Some kind of code, Siri? Seems favorable enough, she kinda sorta seems to be on my side. But I don’t trust her, and besides, she got it all wrong. I discovered I miss typing, and just get further annoyed. I am annoyed that I am annoyed by a talking gadget.

It’s all fair, since I am annoying complete strangers, just because the transmission on my car is obviously dying and I get the look of death from people as they pass me, on the right. I give them the stare of “do or die trying.” It’s a win-win.

Just because we are all annoyed, well, this does not preclude me from enjoying these moments:

The beautiful hydrangeas.

This should be one color, but still beautiful. Something about the acid in the soil...
Glorious hydrangeas.

The conclusion that kitty can’t tell the difference between the ground and the roof…until it’s too late.

It was YOUR choice to go up there.
Yes Lucky, it was YOUR choice to go up there.
Lucky kitty, not so Lucky. Yes, you are on the roof.
Lucky, not so lucky. Yeah, that’s the ground down there.

A cool beverage. I’m not one for product placement, but the Green Matcha Tea Freedo with Raspberry flavoring with Whipped Cream from Peets Coffee & Tea is quite refreshing. Don’t let the green color scare you.

That's a Matcha Tea Freedo with hint of raspberry and loaded with whipped cream. It was so good, I almost forgot to snap a photo.
That’s a Matcha Tea Freedo with hint of raspberry and loaded with whipped cream. It was so good, I almost forgot to snap a photo.

And, of course, the pool deck. I will be spending lots of time here, watching my son’s water polo.

Don’t forget the sunscreen and a hat.

Just because. . .it’s summer! Stay cool!

Happy Summer to you! 😎

 

First Crush – Friday Fictioneers – 04/05/13

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for leading this group.

Two very important trees in my life had to be chopped down. My story isn’t about this, as I decided to go in a different direction. While I did spend many a summer afternoon up in a tree, this is purely fiction.

Check here for more wonderful stories from the Fictioneers.

Genre: Literary Fiction (101 words)

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

First Crush

Under a lush canopy of green, we nest in our separate corners wiling away sticky, hot afternoons.  We share a mango ice from an orange peel. Our lips touch in impulse. To your surprise, I accept a dare and reveal small, handfuls of flesh. You smile and nod.

We drift when I have a boyfriend, but you rescue me as my homecoming date.

On a street corner in the city, you promise good news.

“Who’s the lucky girl?”

“His name is Joe,” you say, your eyes searching mine.

“Of course,” my eyes moist.

“Don’t worry, Charlotte. You’ll always be my girl.”

Weekly Photo Challenge: Merge

While this photo may not fulfill this week’s photo challenge, I see a Merge here.
Or, at the very least, a reason for me to post a photo.

Here’s to the last lingering days of summer.

For My Sister

While helping my dad move over the weekend, I came across a poem my oldest sister had written years ago. Her poem was so powerful and it caught me off guard. It inspired me to write a poem of my own.

Also many years ago, my little sister and I stayed with our big sister for a whole month in Santa Cruz, California during our summer vacation. I have nothing but fond memories. This one I hold close. I hope it brings a smile to her face.

For my sister Holly

Sand in our toes
Salt on our lips
While shopping for breakfast
We spy bagger Kip

Ocean-soaked skin
Glows in our gaze
We shop with conviction
He could charm me for days

He’s coming, don’t look
Hushed giggles, we trip
Our leader, so fierce, beams
It’s only Kip

Sun-tousled hair
He peeks under, a shy smile
His eyes blue I flutter
I would walk for miles

For him
He’s only dreaming
of his next big wave

His bagging halted, he’s gleaming
We’re short, we must choose
Essential or desire
Which one will we will lose?

Coffee goes without saying
Nothing needed more
Toilet paper, doughnuts
Chocolate ones, of course

What escapes her lips next
Scarlet flush, I want to hide
Our big sister quips
We’ll use old TV Guides

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Excuse me, I seem to have lost my mind

This post is meant neither to inspire, inform, or entertain. It’s the dog days of summer and my mind has gone missing.

Really, I mean my younger son S. is obsessed with string, tying it into knots. Several times over today he’s asked me to tie string around a Lego piece that is attached to a Lego crystal. I must wound the string perfectly to his liking.

Over and over I tried to his frustration, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself. You failed!”

“What? What’s wrong with it?” I get no explanation.

And then, there are several small toys that he’s gathered to be put into a mass of string, which then must be tied in knots, over and over. Why are we doing this? Each time, “No. Not like that! You see, all this string is a ship.” Oh, I see.

We recently got two adorable orange kittens. One of them, Shasta is her name, came down with tremors and violent shaking, followed by a watery eye. We panicked and thought it was a rare disease, but so far she has recovered. Her watery eye still persists. In the meantime, the other kitty got poked in the eye. That one was my fault. Total accident. Meanwhile, H. my older son poked himself in his own eye with an ice cube, and later, one of the kitties scratched  S. in the eye. In all cases, kitty or human, self-inflicted or otherwise, it was the left eye. Significance? I must remember to hide all scissors and sharp objects.

Nevermind playing with the delightful cat toys that we provided for the kitties which they love by the way. No. We must use hard plastic toys interwoven in a mass of string that it so long that it could strangle the kitties.

The quest for the aquarium toy continues. Well, it’s not a toy. It’s a fixture, a decoration, you know for an aquarium. We, of course, don’t even own an aquarium.  S. has his heart set on the pirate cave.

“Mommy, I want the pirate cave.”

“What do you need it for?” I mumble.

“I need it to hide toys.”

“Oh, well, let’s just make it. We can paint it. It can be multi-colored.” A great craft idea.

“That would be stupid.” Of course, how stupid is this?

“If I don’t get the pirate cave, I won’t kiss you, hug, cuddle or read books with you.”

So, every five minutes, we have this same conservation as if we’re caught in an eternal loop. It usually ends with, “I won’t kiss you, hug, cuddle, or read books with you.”

H. has bloody noses every night. Midnight is the kids’ new bedtime hour. Every night is a slumber party with the kitties.

Did I mention my poor husband has shingles? He has moments of delirium and outbursts of pain so severe he swears a shark has bit him.

Whenever I try to leave the house, I can’t find my car keys, or my sunglasses. I can’t find my water bottle. I forget where I left my phone. I must have these four things in my possession to exit. Usually when I’ve found one item, I can’t remember where I put down the other items I tracked down. I can’t simply leave the house. It’s impossible.

Is it any wonder I’m reading Fifty Shades of Grey?

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