Thoughtless Unplugging

I’m on the third night of no broadband internet connection, and this is how it happened:

the urge to move the furniture
came suddenly upon me,
alas the urge caused failure
of the internet connection thingy!

“““““““
my modem is senile
it’s forgot who it is
now it can’t do it’s duty
because of this.

i pulled out the plugs
without flicking the switch
one small unthought action
has now caused a big hitch!

the modem’s not working
won’t connect like it ought
and now the last option is to call
“Tech Support”.

there’s a 40 minute call queue
before I get to point 1
then another 40 minute waiting
till I can get something done.

I’ve given it up as a bad job tonight
so I’m writing my blog via my mobile’s “hotspot”
and rueing that wilfull unplugging
which caused internet loss!

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Baby – A Short Paragraph Story

He wasn’t much of gentleman, she wasn’t much of lady, so after first hello’s they got straight to making a baby. She had some eggs, and he had some worms, and when they put them together mud-cake baby was born!

Shot of Thanks #5

I am grateful for having to travel 70+minutes and 65kms each way to work every day.

Well, actually I’m not grateful that I have to travel that much as it costs a lot in petrol, but I am thankful that I have a reliable vehicle to do it in, and I am grateful that most of it is country highway driving which gives me time to look at the passing scenery.  I have really enjoyed the last two evenings drive home because they have included the sight of beautiful cloud formations.

Tonight, in fact, there were lots of “Mother Ship” cloud formations.  Don’t know what a Mother Ship cloud looks like?  Imagine a big fat ovoid of solid fluff, red running stripe down the centre of the cloud – that’s it – A Mother Ship Cloud – MSC for short.  There were many, many of all sizes tonight, long slim cigars, fatter sleek sports blimps, small cutters and huge carrier ships.   I’m actually a bit worried that THEY really are here – and hiding behind the fake MSC formations.

Needless to say, I did not get a chance to stop and take a photo before the light was too low to make it worthwhile, but I did visually soak it up, and it was glorious.

To make reparations for the lack of MSC photos, please accept this “edited” version of our sunset from the last day of April.  In reality it was glorious, deep reds across the sky, and I have just “deepened” it a bit in the editing for pure indulgence.

April Sunset - edited(2)

I hope that your life is filled with many moments to be thankful for.

Reasons for not doing Housework

A few years ago I wrote a post called Reasons why you shouldn’t do housework.
I thought it was time to for a reprise, more in line with my current excuses, er reasons, for not completing my houseworkerly duties.

I can’t vacuum the floor today,
I need to create something that may,
be transiently pleasing to my “arty” soul,
and happy lasts longer than clean, don’t you know!

I can’t wash the windows, sorry, not today,
my grandson left finger kisses on his last stay,
and it would be un-grandmotherly mean,
to destoy his art just to make them clean!

I’m not washing dishes, the clothes or the floors,
I’m not cooking food, cleaning windows or doors,
I’m doing MY stuff, and having some fun,
the housework can wait until I am done.

Oh, and if you don’t like that, then let me suggest,
that you don’t visit, or, better yet,
do come for a visit, and if you,re concerned,
you clean my house, and I’ll watch and learn!

© ceenoa

A Shed

I’d love to have a shed,
where I could put my stuff,
where it would not matter,
should I splatter,
paint or resin on the floor.

I’d love to have a shed,
a space I could create in,
inks and clay,
on the benches could stay
and not have to be packed up.

I’d love to have a shed,
a Sister’s Shed I’d have
to share the fun of art,
with those of similar heart,
oh, I’d love to have shed.

© ceenoa

Red – A Short Paragraph Story

She couldn’t believe how much red there was on her hands, and dripping off the thin knife still held in them. Anger now cooled, she watched as each droplet hit the floor with a small explosion of startling violence, and thought how beautiful the pattern was that it created. Shaking her head at her dreaming, she wondered what she should do now. “Have I really killed you?” she mused, “No, for where there is Death, there is Life”, and she swiped her palette knife over the canvas and a fresh colourful creation was born.

© ceenoa

 

This story has been percolating in my brain for a month or more.  Thankfully this challenge post from Brian brought it to the boil when he sent me my 3 words yesterday:  startling, colourful, explosion.  As soon as I got them I knew that they fit this short paragraph story, and so, here it is.

Painting #149