The real superpower is that Snail makes me feel as if a touch of magic is within me.
Thank you, my friend.
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “a touch of magic”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
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Goldfish Diaries 11/05/15
The males flattered me-my heart started beating fast. I turned quickly and bonked my head-saw stars.
My name is grace.
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “saw stars”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
Goldfish Diaries 10/23/15
Déjà vu swept over me as I watched him flick his tail.
Couldn’t blame him. Wasn’t that same attitude nine months ago?
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “déjà vu”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
Goldfish Diaries 10/16/15
I knew the two of them would humor me about the snail, but behind the smile, there was curiosity in one of the male’s eyes.
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “behind the smile”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
Goldfish Diaries 10/09/15
“We welcome you to the tank.”
“No one talks to snails.”
“I do” I replied knowing it would be a path unknown to them.
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “path unknown”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
Goldfish Diaries 10/02/15
I’ll only try this once. And for all I know this will be the beginning of a wonderful mating, or a painful loneliness.
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “once and for all”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
Goldfish Diaries 09/25/15
I pause to lock eyes with snail, whose tiniest nod steadies my resolve. With a confident swish, I approach the males.
Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “pause”
Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”
I didn’t write this…
Sometimes I try to do something quickly and it does not work. I just saw a wonderful post by the photographer Rebecca Cozart who is an artist in Silverton, Oregon and came over with her camera to visit my husband, Robert.
I wanted to share her wonderful pictures, so clicked on “share.” Sadly, it did not give Rebecca’s source information and made it look like I had written the post. So, I’m just going to link to the article here. Later I will learn to re-blog correctly.
Click on “Light My Fire” to read her blog (and see the photos she took).
Autumn reflection (Dog Paddling in Sheep Soup)
Great memories, well shared. Thank you.
There’s a lot of prosy autumnal stuff floating around t’interweb. Snippets of ochre gush about leaves and colour and such. And I’m as guilty as any doodling amateur scribe. Latching onto the mood of the moment. The richness of the season.
THERE I GO AGAIN!
Any hoo. Today is Thursday. It’s mid September (careful) and tomorrow is Friday.
As I get older, my memories of childhood become more vivid. The veil of time is lifting and sweet childlike moments of innocence and wonder pop into my mind.
TARAAH! CYMBALS! FIREWORKS!
It’s pretty cool. All the faces I knew when I was growing up are suddenly quite alive. Standing beside me. Tutting or cooing. Chasing me. Nipping. Kissing.
Pearls of wisdom and nuggets of madness from faces I’d forgotten. Most of them dead. Rat fodder.
As a child, my siblings and cousins and I had the run of an enchanted glen…
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The Women That Contribute To Male Chauvinism
Yes, and Yes. I was also blessed to marry a man who fought his conditioning with intelligence and humor, as I continue to fight mine.
Drawing on Words 