Today's Wordle

Today the answer was one of my starter words. Unfortunately the last one, I chose, but it still looks fun:

Wordle 1.795 3/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

And this would also have earned me an "All Greens" badge had I been signed up.

Bragging on Thanksgiving

First of all Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate.

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As I told some time ago, I love word games and puzzles like Wordle and such. For the first time today I solved the New York Times Connections puzzle, So I share the results from today's mini-games. Wørdle is the Danish Wordle look-alike.

Wordle 1.258   5/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
⬜🟨🟨🟨⬜
⬜⬜🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Wørdle #1055 5/6
⬛🟩⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟦
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Connections Puzzle #536
🟨🟨🟨🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟦🟦🟦🟦
🟪🟪🟪🟪

Strands #270 “Thank goodness!”
🔵🔵🔵🔵
🔵💡🔵🟡

Tiles - November 28, 2024
     Perfect!
Your highest combo was 41 moves.

Spelling Bee - November 28, 2024 *

	Genius		148
	Amazing		106
	Great		84
	Nice		53

43

Solid. . .

32

10 points to next rank, 105 to Genius

	Good		17
	Moving Up		11
	Good Start		4

* Note for Spelling Bee, Solid is generally the highest you can go without subscribing. If you're smart, lucky, and the Bee contains fewer words, Nice is possible.

Poetry Monday :: Wild Goose Chase

Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health reasons.

  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's prompt is Wild Goose Chase.

Last Monday I had some fun trying to misinterpret the saying - or rather by understanding its literal meaning. I did the same today for

Wild Goose Chase.
Now is the season for chasing wild geese
Their wedges are honking away on the breeze.
Oh, that's not what is meant?

But still it's the season for chasing wild geese
The sunshine has left us, the season is bleak
Oh, I'd like to fly too!

Now is the season for chasing wild geese
For dreaming while waiting for Spring and release
The winter endure!

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And now for some fun. One of my sons shared this animated song with me, I share it with you. 

Poetry Monday :: Beating Around the Bush

Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health reasons.

  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's prompt is Beating around the Bush

As I wrote, I have been procrastinating, and ended up doing what I should not do - read other blogs before finishing my poem. This time was an exception inasmuch as it actually helped me finish my poem.
This is a limping verse.

Beating around the bush.
What a strange saying, that.
Who's beating what
and why around a bush?

And why beating? Why not push.
Who is beating, who gets hit?
I do not get it, not a bit.
And please no beating, no, not a bush

Now I have been to Mimi's blog
and meaning I have gotten,
to whom ad why and where to beat.
Yes Mimi spoil us rotten.

If you also do not now the reason behind Beating around the Bush, then go and read Mimi's excellent explanation here.

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Prompts for November:
Beating Around the Bush, November 4 (Today)
Wild Goose Chase, November 11
Jumping the Gun, November 18
Cry Wolf, November 25


The promised photos of Eco-printed papers have been snapped, and will go live tomorrow.

Words for Wednesday ~The Words and Wordle

Posted one minute to midnight because it contains Wordle spoilers.

The Word for Wednesday challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words are provided by a number of people.
The prompts for September are provided by Sean Jeating and can be found @ Elephant's Child.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us 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.

 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.

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The Words for today are:
Church,
Hazel,
Hollow,
Red,
Whirlpool
      and/or
Cave,
Mary,
Near,
Rapid,
White

I have been away for much of today, and I really like the Words - I want to use them for a chapter in Susan's story so no story today, I hope to have better time for writing later. But I am going to use a few of the Words for some fun. I'll probably re-use them for the Susan-story.

Today I solved the Wordle. I felt not proud and very proud at the same time.

Not proud because I used five guesses, and in later guesses I used letters, I knew were not in the word, and I put some letters where I knew they were not supposed to go.
It looked like this:

But I was very proud that I knew the word that is today's solution. I learned it years and years ago, and it is in no way similar to its Danish counterpart and it is not a word I use every day either.

Looking at today's Word it hit me that those of them containing five letters (Hazel - Rapid - White)  could be a credible way of solving today's  Wordle. I added Words as well, but could have done without.

Again, if you intend to solve today's Wordle, and you still can do so in your timezone, scroll down no further.
This might be a mock-up, but the solution is the right one.

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Sunday Selection ~ Søndagsbilleder

Quirky Old Owl is still snapping Oreos ... ~ Underlige Ugle tager stadig billeder af Oreos ...

and moons ~ og måner

This is the latest experiment - Ecodyeing again. This time in the local crafting gulid under the tutelage of a more experienced dyer. This is the outset. The pre-mordante fabric was covered with a dye blanket (madder) and firmly rolled onto a rolled-up tovel and steamed for 1½ hours. The result was good, but not fanstastic, photo will follow.
(ahorn=acer, tørstetræ=frangula, jordbær=strawberry, eg=oak, vedbend=ivy)

Og det seneste eksperiment. PlantePrint uder vingerne af en mere erfaten farver. Det bejdsede stof blev dækket af en medlæber, der var dyppet i krapfarve, og så rullet stramt op om et sammenrulled håndkælde. Derefter blev det dampet i 1½ time. Det blev fint, men ikke fantastisk - billede følger.
     Der kommer helt sikkert flere PlantePrint eksperimenter i den kommende tid. Blandt andet skal jeg teste, om jeg kan få bregner til at give den smukke lysegrønne, som den gav på vores medløbere.

Til River 😉 For River

Dagens stikord til 365 Days of Drawing Prompts var Rivers, og til InkTober var det Expedition ... det læste jeg naturligvis som Rivers Expedition, og lod Habakuk være parat til at tage afsted sammen med hende med sin gamle rygsæk :)

-- 🎨 --

Today the prompt for 365 Days of Drawing Prompts was Rivers and for InkTober it was Expedition. Could I do anything else than read this as River's expedition, and let Habakuk be ready to go wherever River would lead, bringing his old backpack?

Poetry Monday :: Market

Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health reasons.

  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's topic is Market. Yesterday an internet search brought me from Getafix, the Druid in Asterix ➡ the secondary characters ➡ Cacophonix, which in Scots is called  Magonaglix ➡  to a hopeless poet, William McGonagall, whose only concern seems to have been that the poetry should rhyme - hence writing what The Writer and I have dubbed "Folk Song Army-Poetry" - think Tom Lehrer and his Folk Song Army 😀🎶

This rolled around in my head. And combined itself with today's topic: Market.
I pride myself of mostly being able to both rhyme and scan correctly ... but what if I tried not to - or only one at a time. I hope I'm not as bad as McGonagall (LINK, takes you to some examples in the Wikipedia article on him).

My Farmer's Market
I go to an old farmers market
every Saturday morning in town
I there sell my soap and my ointments,
Its a troublesome, funny event.
There are veggies and wine
There are coffee so fine
And knittings and handcrafts to boot.

Sometimes it is raining and dripping,
my soaps turn all mushy and soft
When the sun shines the soaps are all melting
and the ointments go liquid from heat,
And the storms blow to hell
all the things that I sell
even tables and all of my booth.

And the customers, they are a handful
some days not a soap I can sell
The next Saturday they all buy it,
and poor little me has to smell.
My booth do I close
And I just cannot cope
with cooking of yet a compound.

Oh, I suffer and shiver and swelter
I am pelted by sunshine and rain.
As I bike home I swear, I am cussing
And I say: No, nay, never again!
But the next Saturday you'll find me
at the old farmer's market in town.

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Next Monday we'll tackle Instrument.

Kulørt søndag ~ Colourful Sunday

I dag skinnede solen, og selv om vejmeldingen havde lovet en regnbyge, regnede den ikke lige her.

Today we had wonderful sunshine, and even though local showers were promised, they did not fall in our garden.

-- 🎨 -- 

Verden omkring os er meget farverig for øjeblikket.

The world around us is very colourful right now.

Rapsen blomstrer ~ Canola fields are flowering

Akelejerne blomstrer ~ The columbines are flowering

Den første valmue blomstrer ~ The first poppy is flowering

Det ser ud som om solen falder ind gennem blyindfattede vinduer, men sådan nogle det har vi altså ikke
In this photo it looks like the light is falling through stained glass, but our windows are plain white.

Meget lilla prydløg ~ Very purple Allium

Månen ~ The Moon

Og en orange blomst til månedens farve ~
Den gror på Månehøjen, og er nok en sommerblomst fra sidste år
Jeg aner ikke, hvad den hedder, og orange er nok den farve, det er allersværest at finde i Uglebo.

And an orange flower for the Colour of the month.
Growing on my Moon Hill, a survivor from last summer's sowing of all my flower seeds
I have no idea what it is, and orange is probably the colour it is hardest to find in the Owlery.

Haveuglen har fået fine nye blå blomster, og en frø på besøg.
GardenOwl has new blue flowers, and a frog has come visiting.

Og et par overraskelser ~ and a couple of surprises.

Vi fældede et lille træ, og under barken var det ... pink!
We cut down a small tree, and under the bark the cambium was ... pink!

Nogen af vore æg er grønne på ydersiden, men det her var også grønt indeni. Det blev ikke spist.
Some of our eggs are green on the outside. This one was green inside too. We did not eat it.

Ik' mig ~ Not Me

I Ugleboet er der, eller rettere der var 6 ugleunger. Nu er de fleste voksne, men engang vrimlede det med ugleunger i Uglebo.
     Nogle gange føltes det som meget mere end 6 børn. Og nogle gange, når vi var på rejse, var jeg sikker på, at jeg havde efterladt et barn, og måtte tælle dem, nogle gange mere end én gang. Men jeg nåede altid til 6. Hverken mere eller mindre.
     Andre gange var jeg helt sikker på, at jeg havde et ekstra barn. Når jeg spurgte ugleungerne, hvem der havde glemt mælken på bordet, brugt alt toiletpapiret, hældt vand ud over det hele eller ladet fryseren stå åben, var de alle enige om, at det var Ik'mig, der var den skyldige.
     Jeg har aldrig mødt det barn. Ik'mig var aldrig til stede ved måltiderne, heller ikke når vi bad aftenbøn, eller når der skulle vaskes op eller luges. Kort sagt var det kun når der ikke var nogen forældre til stede, at Ik'mig sneg sig ind og lavede sine gale streger.
     Eftersom jeg aldrig så Ik'mig, vidste jeg jo heller ikke om Ik'mig nu var en dreng eller en pige. Men i forgårs var håndvasken på badeværelset overdrysset med de der små skægstubbe, der kommer, når nogen barberer sig. Skribenten har fuldskæg, så han var uskyldig. Næste morgen spurgte jeg alle de tre - mandlige - ugleunger, der stadig bor hjemme, og endnu en gang var de enige. Det var Ik'mig.
     Konklusionen? Ik'mig er en dreng!

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In the Owlery are, or was 6 Owlets. Now they're mostly grown, but once upon a time the Owlery was teeming.

Sometimes it felt like a lot more than 6 children. And sometime when travelling I was sure that I had left behind a child, and had to count them, sometimes more than once. But always I made it to 6. No more, nor less.

At other times, I was sure I had an extra child. Often when I asked the Owlets who left the milk on the table, used up all the toilet paper, poured water all over or left the freezer open they all agreed that Not Me was the guilty child.

I never met said child. Not Me was never present at meals, not even when we said grace, nor when the dishes were to be done or the weeds pulled. In short only when no parents were around did Not Me sneak in and do its business. I say "its" because until yesterday I did not know if Not Me were a boy or a girl. But the day before yesterday the bathroom sink was sprinkled with the small ends of beard left over from shaving. The Writer has a beard, so not guilty. Next morning I asked all of the three - male - Owlets still at home, and once again they agreed. It was Not Me. The conclusion? Not Me is a boy!

Wordle № 1.000

Wordle 1.000 🎉 6/6

⬜🟨⬜🟨⬜
⬜⬜⬜⬜🟨
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
🟨🟨⬜🟨⬜
🟨🟨⬜🟨🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Poetry Monday :: Shoes

Today's theme for Poetry Monday is Shoes. Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border. But now only four times more.  Monday, January 1, 2024 is Diane's last time hosting Poetry Monday, as she's taking a break due to health issues. Messymimi and I have a loose plan of keeping the chair warm for her - let's see what happens.

Again I tried to find a Danish song. Like my hoarse dragon, it was a song from a play or a musical. I remember a choir of small wood goblins, wood witches or cosy goblin singing a song called, Oh, my Shoes are Filled with Holes.
This time around it was all gone. What strange thing.Then I just had to improvise and this nonsense happened.


Oh, my shoes are filled with holes,
While I'm hunting with the trolls.
And I'm happy that it is not gnolls.

Oh, my shoes are filled with holes,
But I'm running with the foals -
And I'm happy that it is not moles.

Oh, my shoes are filled with holes,
But I'm skipping all the poles.
And I'm filling ice in all the bowls.

Oh, my shoes are filled with holes,
While I'm singing of the voles.
And I'm sure of reaching all my goals.

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Upcoming topics:
Winter (December 11)
Cookies (December 18)
Christmas/Hanukkah/Holidays (Dec. 25)
The Future (January 1 My last Poetry Monday)

Poetry Monday :: Dictionary

   Poetry Monday er en udfordring, hvor Diane fra On the Border er vores vært.
     Nok engang ikke noget på dansk, beklager meget.

-- 📗 -- 🔖  --  📘 --

Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border.

Today's prompt is Dictionary. I have a faible for dictionaries, and whenever we sat a test on any language in school, I sat reading the dictionary from when I was done with the test until it had to be handed in. We were not allowed to leave before the time was up.

I got the crazy idea to write this poem in the wee hours of the morning. It was funnier then - and I forgot some of the lines when I fell asleep again. I hope you'll find it just a little bit fun.

I love me dictionary have done so since my youth
He tells me lots of things and never not the truth

When ever theres a testing its him I look upon
I look up many words, he is never far from hand.

And when Im true with testing I sit meself and read
Of all the funny words, of their family and breed.

I read of the linguistics, and than the time is up
And I hand in my paper, and gather him all up.

And if you think this poem is not so very fine,
I probably should of used him for this poem-ing of mine.

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Next Monday: Talk Shows

Tirsdagstips :: Ramune

 Hvordan får man lettest glaskuglen ud af en Ramune-flaske?
The Easiest Way to get the Glass Marble out of a Ramune Bottle.

     Inden i hver eneste Ramuneflaske (Ramune er et japansk sodavandsmærke) sidder der en glaskugle. Den vil jeg gerne have fat i til mine sære projekter. Jeg ledte på nettet efter smarte måder at gøre det på. Den nemmeste er selvfølgelig at smadre flasken, men jeg vil gerne have min pant igen, og så er jeg ikke så glad for glasskår.
     Men ... de fleste metoder der ligger på nettet, er enten omstændelige, halvfarlige eller det rene pjat.
     Jeg lagde hovedet i blød. Det her er nemt og ufarligt.

-- 🔘 --

  Inside every bottle of Ramune (a Japanese brand of soft drinks) there is a glass marble. Of course I want to get it out to use for crazy projects. I do not like the easy solution; smash the bottle. I want my deposit back, and I am not a fan of broken glass.
  Normally Google or YouTube is your friend, but not here. The solutions are either risky, overly complicated or just pranks.
  I thunk and found a method.

Man har brug for --  You'll need:

En lille sav med grove tænder og en flad skruetrækker
A small saw with coarse teeth and a flat screwdriver

-- 🔘 --

Noget til at holde flasken fast med ~~ something to hold the bottle steady

En ven eller et familiemedlem   --   en skruestik   --   din egen hånd hvis du har kræfterne.

A friend or family member   --   a vise    --   your own hand if you are strong.

Jeg har ikke så mange kræfter, så jeg snupper den tålmodige skruestik.
I am not that strong, my choice is the patient vise.

-- 🔘 --

Og selvfølgelig en tom Ramuneflaske - helst skyllet, for Ramune er klistret!
And an empty Ramune bottle - of course - preferably rinsed as Ramune is sticky!

-- 🔘 --

Hold flasken fast og sav i toppen af plastikforseglingen indtil du når ned til glasset. Det kan man høre.
Keep the bottle steady and cut down into the top of the cap until you reach the bottle, this gives off an unmistakable sound.

Hold saven skråt ...
Angle the saw ...

... og endnu mere på skrå indtil man bliver stoppet af glaskanten på flasken.
... and even more. Until stopped by the glass rim of the bottle.

-- 🔘 --

Stik skruetrækkeren ind i savsporet i toppen af flasken og drej den indtil plastikket knækker med en høj lyd. Gentag på den anden side.
Insert the screwdriver into the cut on top of the bottle and twist until the plastic breaks with a loud sound. Repeat on the other side.

-- 🔘 --

Tag flasken ud af skruestikken og vip proppen af med skruetrækkeren
Free the bottle, insert screwdriver as shown, and flip off the cap.

-- 🔘 --

Hæld kuglen ud, tør den fri for vand og plastikfnuller. Nyd den.
Pour out the glass marble, wipe off water and plastic debris. Enjoy.

-- 🔘 --

Genbrug ~~  Recycle:

Flasken til pant, proppen til plastikgenbrug, glaskuglen til sjov.
The bottle for deposit (notice the deposit sticker), the cap into the plastic container, the glass marble for fun.

-- 🔘 --

Det tog væsentligt længere tid at skrive dette her indlæg end at få glaskuglen ud af fire flasker.

Composing this post took me way longer than freeing the glass marble from four bottles.

Poetry Monday :: Socks

  Poetry Monday er en udfordring, hvor Diane fra On the Border er vores vært. Og nok engang kommer jeg til at undskylde til mine danske læsere. Det er svært at omskabe denne her slags vrøvl til dansk.
     Dagens stikord er Sokker - ud over at strikke sokker og selvfølgelig at have dem på, er det ikke noget særligt sjovt ord. Så jeg fandt alle de engelske ord, der rimer og lavede et rablende vrøvlevers.

-- 🧦 --

  Socks - apart from the fact that I like knitting them, and almost always wear a pair when leaving the house, I have not given socks much of a thought. And rhyming about socks?

Instead I dug up all the words (I hope I found them all) that rhymes with socks, and made them into this rambling nonsense rhyme.

Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border.


Socks

Fox
Ox
Cox
Box
Pox
Knox
Phlox
Crocs
Rocks
Blocks
Clocks
Docks
Knocks
Locks
Stocks

Once a fox and an ox
Saw four blocks and three frogs
On the docks.

And the cox steers the box
Round Fort Knox while the phlox
Gently rocks.

Oh a pox on the clocks
Say the warlocks and locks
All the crocs.

Guess who knocks out the locks
and who blocks all the stocks
It's the socks!

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Next Monday: Chocolate Chip

Words for Wednesday ~ 29 marts

På dansk
Lige som sidste uge er det Susan Kane der har givet os ordene og ligeledes er de at finde på Rivers blog. Vi har fået de her ord 12 ord nedenunder. Og lige som i mandags beklager jeg, der er ikke mere på dansk.

-- 💎 --

In March, the Wednesday's Words are on River's blog. They were chosen by Susan Kane, but her family is having medical issues. Ergo, if you want to play along, hop over to River's blog.

For today we had these words:

1. steam
2. overview
3. bury
4. foundation
5. survey
6. reveal
         and/or:
1. headline
2. fling
3. hand
4. emerald
5. safe
6. vein

Well I tried to continue my Susan story, but nothin good happened. Then suddenly my addled brain came up with this crazyness. As always I use the words in the order they were given. All critique applicable.

I build up steam
to do this meme
An overview
A follow through.
To bury a morale somewhere
Build a foundation, wisdom share.
But a survey will fast reveal
It's cliches only, all I steal.

A headline there
a last fling here.
A handful air,
a joke to spare.
An emerald? a last goodbye?
But we are safe, death passed us by.
I could continue in this vein,
but I'll spare you from the pain.

No Poetry Monday :: S.A.D

     Dagens stikord for Mandagsdigtet er Frossen yoghurt Det forekommer kun her i huset, hvis jeg kommer til at efterlade en liter yoghurt udenfor i frostvejr - jeg tror det er tre år siden, det skete sidst, og jeg kan ikke lige hitte ud af at digte om den hændelse.
     I stedet får I et billede af resultatet af mit sidste anfald af S.A.D - det er en engelsk vits S.A.D. er en forkortelse for Seasonal Affective Disorder - vinterdepression - men en kvik fyr har undersat det til Seed Aquisition Disorder - frø-indkøbssyndrom. Det skulle forkortes FIS på dansk, så det lader vi være med ;) Sidst, jeg skrev om det fik jeg det til KaUGoBF-syndrom.
     Pastinakkerne på billedet har lige den rette tone til Månedens farve: Signal-hvid.

Drawn by this guy 🌱 Tegnet af ham her

Frozen yoghurt ... this is only a thing that happens if I inadvertently leave a yoghurt outside on a cold day, that is to say almost never. I have no idea what to do with Frozen Yoghurt ... so instead a photo of my latest attack of S.A.D - Seed Aquisition Disorder.

The roots are by the way just the right colour for my Colour of the Month: Signal white.

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Next Monday we tackle: Random Acts of Kindness

Poetry Monday :: Candy Canes

Poetry Monday is hosted by Diane, and she and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings are always posting wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read them!
  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month!
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey is on a blog break. Her inspiring poetry is sorely missed, we hope she comes back soon.


This Mondays topic is Candy Canes.
In "big words" I wrote a contrafactum.
Enjoy or not as you find good.
Merry and blessed Christmas to each an all of my readers.

Ode to the Candy Cane

Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
You are a thing of Christmas
And I love every inch of you

Your stripes, your curves, your colours too.
Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
You are a thing of Christmas

Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
Your colours are so pretty.
So green, so re, so pearly white
I love you, every lick and bite
Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
Your colours are so pretty.

Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
Your flavour is delicious.
Of tastiness you pack a punch
And I love you when you go "crunch".
Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
Your flavour is delicious.

Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
I know where you are hiding.
I pick you off the branches green
Enjoy you in the candles' sheen
Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
I know where you are hiding.

Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
You are a thing of Christmas
And when you're no more to be found
I know next year you'll hang around.
Oh Candy Cane, oh Candy Cane,
You are a thing of Christmas.

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Next Mondays topic: Treasure

Valgplakater -- Election Posters

Man må ikke, som i slet ikke, tegne og male på eller på anden måde ødelægge valgplakater. Og det er altså lige meget hvor fristende de er. Så er det jo heldigt, at man kan tegne på sine egne fotografier af valgplakaterne 😆
     De fleste af dem er nok kun morsomme, hvis man taler dansk (og måske lidt svensk) og er over 30 i hvert fald.
Men alle må kigge.
     De har fået deres egen side, og det kan være. at der pludselig kommer flere.

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You are not, as in totally NOT allowed to draw on or otherwise harm any election posters. No matter how tempting this might seem.

Luckily my own photos of election posters are not forbidden territory.
I drew, here are the results - most of them are only funny if you know some Danish (and Swedish) and are older than say 30 years, but anyway.

They have been given their own page, and maybe the collection will grow.

LINK

Med hensyn tilselve valget er Uglemor meget pessimistisk.Hun forudser, at både Svampebob og Kagekonen*) kommer ind og nok skal sætte deres uhyggelige præg på den kommende regering.

MotherOwl's prediction: The coming election will see more anti-immigrant rigth-wing politicians with a say in the Danish Folketing than before. She is not optimistic. 

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*) nej, ikke fru Bager, hende den anden - gå HER og scroll ned til den 13.

Z - A :: Zip through Autumn ~ 2

Second installment of Zip through Autumn is: Xenodochy in blogging, Why blog

Xenodochy ... ? I think I have a fairly large English vocabulary, but this was a new one. Xeno- means something with strangers, but the rest ... ? The dictionary tells me: "reception of strangers; hospitality" Aha, yes this is what blogging is all about. Greeting strangers, inviting them inside your life, making them feel at home and even visiting them. This is one of the reasons my blog is bilingual. Most strangers are not good at Danish 🙂

And as to why I blog, that's an easy one. I love writing, sharing my ideas, teach something, share tips and stories, and a blog is excellently suited to this.

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Andet afsnit i Z - A-udfordringen hedder Xenodochi og blogs - hvorfor blogge?
     Xenodochi, øhh, jeg kan græsk nok til at se xeno- altså noget med fremmede, men hvad? Jeg slog op og fandt ud af at det betød gæstfrihed, det at tage imod fremmede.
     Jamen, gæstfrihed er jo det, der er formålet med en blog. Tage imod fremmede, byde dem indenfor, forsøge at få dem til at føle sig hjemme - det er blandt andet derfor min blog er tosproget, der er jo ikke så mange fremmede der er gode til dansk 🙂

Hvorfor jeg blogger? Det er meget enkelt, jeg elsker at skrive, fortælle, lære fra mig ...  og her har jeg fundet nogen, der gider høre på mig.

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The most stranger-friendly language sure must be pictograms. And IKEA of Sweden is famous, maybe even of Herostratic fame (to stay with the old Greeks) for the pictograms in their assembly instruction leaflets.

This is a long detour for me to share the photo of an idea that came to me upon seeing an IKEA tea bag among a gift of tea bag wrappers for folding.

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Det mest fremmed-venlige sprog må være piktogrammer. IKEA er kendt  - ja måske endda herostratisk berømt (for nu at blive hos de gamle grækere) - for deres instruktionsfoldere og deres piktogrammer.
     OK, det var lidt af en omvej for at dele et billede jeg tog, da jeg fandt en IKEAthepose i nogle theposer, jeg fik foræret til min theposefoldning.

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What is inside an IKEA tea bag?  -- ε --  Hvad er der inden i en IKEAthepose?

 
Here's a link and the list of dates and prompts. So if you care to join, get on board.

Sept 21- 27 ~  Zero excuses, Yearn to
Sept 28- Oct 4 ~ Xenodochy in blogging, Why blog
Oct 5- Oct 11 ~  Variety, Unique to my blog
Oct 12- Oct 18 ~ Ten-year plan, SMART goals
Oct 19- Oct 25 ~ Recommend, Questions for visitors
Oct 26- Nov 1 ~ Priorities, Open
Nov 2- Nov 7 ~ Never blog this, Motivating
Nov 9- Nov 15 ~ Lesson, Know where I've been
Nov 16- Nov 22 ~ Joy and Job in blogging, Ideas
Nov 23- Nov 29 ~ Happy Habits, Goal of your blog for remaining 2022
Nov 30- Dec 6 ~ Fortitude, Easy tips
Dec 7- Dec  13~ Dare, Chance
Dec 14- Dec 20 ~ Balance, Achievements in 2022