Words For Wednesday :: August 25

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

This month the words are given by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and can be found there and at River's blog: Drifting through Life

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.

It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

And for today we were given:
Attention
Vague 
Orbit
Game
Think
Insistence
    and/or:
Single
Brand
Barrel 
Bless 
Stake 
Cap

Now I'm returning to an old, unfinished chaper in Susan's Story. We're back in the secon year of the Unicorn Farm, around the Autumn holidays and a bit earlier. It is a continuation from2023/24. You can read it:  Here idea, Beginning 1, Beginning 2,  Second Part, Third Part, and Fourth part. The story can be found in one piece on my dedicated blog. I think I never made it any further - hereø's to hoping something will happen now 🍻

Susan tried to keep her attention from wandering, but the lecturer was so vague that her thougths kept orbiting around dinner, or at least tea, coffee and cakes. After a while she was game for almost anything but sitting there, trying to keep her eyelids from dropping: only thinking of the uproar it would create if she actually fell asleep and began snoring kept her awake through the insistence of the sleepy vapours.

The single brand new thing she learned from the lecture was that the existence of the fabled golden barrel was a fact and not a myth.
Golden barrel, Susan thought, now wide awake. Whstever did happen to the locket, and the golden coin from the old sailor, bless his soul?
There was more at stake than Susan could have imagined, and she and the other nine apprentices involved in this mystery were going to stretch their brins to the utmost in the week ahead.

Cap did not make it, and I hope coming words will make me continue - thi needs an ending.

Endnu en ~ Yet Another

Endnu en af min ungdoms stemmer er blevet tavs for evigt.

Yet another of the voices of my youth has gone quiet forever. And this time it's one of the big ones. I'm going to miss her, even if I never met her.

Poetry Monday :: Photography

Every Monday is Poetry Monday.

Poetry Monday is a blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017; later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @ Procrastinating Donkey.
    Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
    Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.

The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well. 

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Today the prompt is  Photography. This is probably because of World Photograpy week - which is a celebration, lasting for two weeks ;) of the international photography day, August 19, the anniversary of the first photo ever taken in 1827. The French government first proclaimed this day 35 years ago

As is my wont when busy I wrote a haiku.

A photo says more
than a thousand words - Why then
do we need captions?


- - - - - Coming Prompts - - - - -

August  31  - Xerophyte
September 7 My culture
September 14 Beach huts
September 21 Solstice
September 28 Bonfire

Sunday Selections ~ Steel Blue Søndagsbilleder ~ Stålblå

Today it's still August, the Colour of the Month is still Steel blue. I do not find this blue very steely. But I'm not one to complain over any blue.

Det er stadig august, så månedens farve er stadig stålblå; selvom jeg ikke synes, der er meget stål over den fine blå her. Men den er blå, så ingen brok herfra.

All the photos are from today  ~  Alle billederne er taget i dag.

Starting with today's mug. Today my favourite supermarked would have celebrated its 130th birthday.

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Vi begynder med dagens tekop. I dag ville Irma være fyldt 130 år.

Then off we went for mass. At the station the weather could not make up its mind. Looking to the Vest

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Så tog vi til messe. På stationen kunne vejret ikke beslutte sig. Vi kigger først mod vest

... and twards the East  ~  og så mod øst.

We had sunshine and heavy showers before we reached church. It was the same on our way hime. 

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På vej både til og fra kirke havde vi solskin og kraftige byger.

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We brought a mint plant for a couple of good friends.

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Vi medbraget en mynte til et par gode venner

This photo also makes me a bit grumpy. The "Blue spot" is meant for the old ticket system, and no longer in use. It seems to me that every time they make a new system, it's more expensive and less user friendly and practical than the old one.

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Billedet her gør mig også lidt trist. Det blå punkt er til det gamle Rejsekort, der ikke virker længere. Det synes som om at hver gang de ændrer systemerne, bliver det ringere og dyrere.

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And in the news: A campaign against drunken drivers. I find it refreshing that it's an old woman being asked to "please breathe into this", instead of the stereotypical young man.

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Og i nyhederne. Jeg finder det forfriskende, at de er en ældre kone, der bliver hevet ud og bedt om at puste, i stedet for at det altid er den unge mand.

Using the Words ~ Rantipole ;)

A partial repeat - and using the Words. The Wednesday hex hit again. I copy/pasted this from River's blog Tuesday evening, fully expecting to write something Wednesday - which was then tomorrow, now it's the day before yesterday ;)

River wrote:
Since it becomes Wednesday in some parts of the world while it is still Tuesday here, i am providing the prompts now, so you can work on them and post them when it's Wednesday where you are.

This week’s prompts are:
Mood
Peanut
Weakness
Novel
Ride
Jump
    and/or the following archaic or seldom used words
Asunder (apart)
Nary (none)
Rantipole (behaving in a romping or rude manner)

I also made the mistake of reading Mimi's story ... I might succeed in writing something later on ... well Peanuts sparked off this rant!

I'm not in the mood to write anything. I'm bothered and bitter and someone even ate all the peanuts. Peanuts are one of my weaknesses, I have loads of weaknesses, but none of the others are to be found either - of course. This is not novel, as I do the shopping, and know what not to stock. Now if I want something to munch on, I'll have to go for a ride on my bike, or jump on the bus to town.
    Well nothing is falling asunder just because there's no peanuts, or crackers, or gummies for me to munch on. Nary a person ever died from no crackers, and no matter how much I'd rather sit here or go and be the proverbial old rantipole down at the bus stop because my bus line is temporarily re-routed (the water-works digging) I'd better get off my behind and go paint my bathroom where I repaired some holes, cut down the creeping vine threatening my spouts, bake a cake for tomorrow, or some of the gazillion other things on my to-do list.
    Ahh! this rant helped. I feel better now, and off I'll go and paint. See you, and thanks for reading.