From my desk: 09/23/2022

So yesterday was a traumatic day! Brody woke me at 7:30 like every morning, to go for his morning walk. I dressed and leashed him and set out like any other morning. We got around the mailbox and the dogs next door were behind the 8 foot fence barking. We moved closer to the middle of the road and as we walked in front of the side of their house, 3 giant pit bulls came out and starting attacking Brody. I fell to the ground and the female owner was screaming trying to grab the dogs. Nothing was working, it was horrible. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Luckily, some neighbors came and the man was able to get the dogs to respond to his voice and got them inside. At the same time, Brody was able to run away and by then David had heard me screaming and was outside too. Brody was bleeding profusely!

We went to an animal emergency room about 35 minutes away and they quickly hooked him to an IV to give him pain meds and a sedative. After a few hours they were able to put their hands on him and evaluate the injuries. He was lucky…sort of. His back left leg from the hip down was mangled pretty bad. It wasn’t until later that they were able to confirm those were the only bitten areas. He had one very bad puncture and one other bad bite then countless small bites that were too many for them to count.

Brody just got home. He is in horrible pain. He has two drains to keep from retaining fluid in the two bad areas. He has a cone on. He won’t let me leave his side, which is okay. When we got home from dropping him at the ER the neighbor came over to say they put two of the dogs down. They had been getting increasingly aggressive and she didn’t want to ever see something like that happen again. I was saddened and relieved at the same time.

I have NEVER witnessed or been involved in something so horrific. If the other neighbors hadn’t come out I believe Brody would have been killed and I would have been wounded too. We realize that all of our neighbors are good people. Brody will heal. My PTSD is now elevated again but I have my writing, my art, and my family and friends.

Poetics: Spicing it Up

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Basil
Cinnamon
Coriander
Cumin
Dill
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Ginger
Krakow Nights
Lemongrass
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Nutmeg
Paprika
Saffron
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Thyme
Tuscan Sunset
Vanilla
Zatar

Coriander uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but Nutmeg would go that far
They took the thyme to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left lemongrass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….

Beware, it is scary.

Cory and her Uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but not Meg would go that far
They took the time to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left Lem on grass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

Wednesday Hodgepodge

Welcome to this week’s edition of the Wednesday Hodgepodge. As a reminder, there will not be a Hodgepodge next week (September 28th). The Hodgepodge will resume the following Wednesday, October 5th. Join in here: http://www.fromthissideofthepond.com/2022/09/recording-hodgepodge.html?m=1

1. Volume 478. Sounds like a lot. Where were you in 1978? If you weren’t born where were you in 2008? 

In 1978 I was 7 years old and living in Guilford, CT. I went to Calvin Leete Elementary School, the same school I went to do my student teaching so many years later for my teaching certificate.
In 2008 I think I was living in Niantic, CT. Both my kids and myself always wished we had never moved away from there but who knows how things would have gone had we stayed…

2. Raise your hand if you remember records playing at a speed of 78 rpm? What’s a topic that when it comes up you ‘sound like a broken record’? 

I am raising my hand! I remember we only had a few of these records. If I remember correctly they were thicker than the 45s. We also had an 8 track tape player, not sure if that is the right name. It looked like an old version of an old version of Nintendo!
“You sound like a broken record” reminds me of a parent saying this to a nagging youngster. My mother probably used to say it to me!

3. What’s the last thing you recorded in some way? 

I would have to say a video of me putting one of my miniatures together using a GoPro. I wanted to record the entire building process until I realized it would be way too long and way too boring. I don’t even know if I still have it!

4. Thursday is the first day of fall (in the northern hemisphere). How do you feel about the changing seasons? Something you’re looking forward to this fall? 

I don’t know how I feel about the changing seasons because I moved out of the northeast and live in the south now. I guess I will miss some of the colors of the leaves, even though we might take a ride up north soon to see David’s dad. One thing I always looked forward to and will certainly miss is apple picking. That was one of my favorite things to do in the fall.

5. In what way (or ways) are you like the apple that didn’t ‘fall far from the tree’? 

I see so many mannerisms in my father that are mine too! Weird stuff usually, like how obsessed he is with clean teeth and flossing. The way we “twiddle our thumbs” so to speak when we are waiting for something. My mother is no longer alive but she was wonderfully crafty and was able to make anything and everything. I think this is closer to who I am.

6. Insert your own random thought here. 

Lately, every book I read has a female character who has either lost her husband or a child. Part of me wants to stop listening to these stories but I like them. I read so many different books by various authors, so there isn’t a connection. Just weird, like life is making me not want to push my feelings back.

What do you see # 152 – September 19, 2022

Dear Baby

Image credit; Kelly Sikkema Unsplash

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a young woman holding a child wrapped in a white blanket, close to her bosom.

Dear Baby,
I waited 40 long weeks to finally meet you and you are better than any one, little person I could imagine. You are perfect and although you will change a little every day for the rest of your life I want you to know that I love all of you, no matter what changes occur. I will love you for all you do and for those things you choose not to do, I will love you for all the good choices you make and all your mistakes, I will love you for your accomplishments and your failures, and I will love you because you are you and there will never be anyone like you again.
Love Mommy

Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch

Join in at d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/19/quadrille-160-poems-that-pack-a-punch/

…make sure your piece contains some form of the word punch and comes in at exactly 44 words total. 

Jackie

Jackie is such a fruitcake
She has lived her life alone
She never visits family
She doesn’t even own a phone
She drinks her punch real icy
And sips her tea real hot
She always has some old cookies
But, personality she has not.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Song Lyric Sunday

Each week I find a song that I used to love, haven’t heard in ages, or never heard at all.

This week the theme is Australian music. https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/09/17/down-under-2/

The Wiggles were one of the first groups I thought of when I saw Australian music. I never knew of them in the early 90’s but we went to a live concert when my kids were little. It was awesome! My kids loved music so they loved the show! November 24, 2001 New London, CT Garde Arts Center (https://wiggles.fandom.com/wiki/The_Wiggles%27_10th_Birthday_Tour)

Lyrics

Get Ready to Wiggle
We’ve been ready for so long
Get Ready to Wiggle
When you wiggle you can’t go wrong
Get Ready to Wiggle
Wiggle will make you big and strong
Get Ready to Wiggle
Come on wiggle to this song
Wiggle to this song

We’re ready to wiggle
Wiggle your fingers high in the sky
We’re ready to wiggle
Wiggle your ears and wiggle your eyes
We’re ready to wiggle
Wiggle your hair and wiggle your nose
We’re ready to wiggle
Come on wiggle all ten toes
Wiggle all ten toes

Wiggle and wiggle
Wiggle at home without a care
Wiggle and wiggle
Wiggle alone or with your teddy bear
Wiggle and wiggle
Wiggle at breakfast lunch or tea
Wiggle and wiggle
Wiggle along with me
That’s right wiggle along with me
(Ba damp ba bamb ba damp ba damp)

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Anthony Field / Greg Page / Jeffrey Fatt / John Field / Murray Cook

Get Ready to Wiggle lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Cyranny’s quickie!

Join in here: https://cyranny.com/2022/09/18/cyrannys-quickie-873/

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Do you think you’d be game to try nudism, someday? I really only have a few problems with nudism…1. There are too many freaky weirdos who do f—-ed up things to people for no reason. 2. Some people think that only one body type is “good”. 3. Clothes off don’t need to be the equivalent of sexual activity and 4. Some people are NOT clean and have no intention on changing that and that is not something I want to encounter! 5. Has anyone thought of diseases? 🤢

This side of me: Whirligig 388

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “On Reading Allen Ginsburg’s ‘Homework'” by Andrea Carter Brown: fold, dirty, linens, tore, think, wash, closets, matter, clean, strangers, removed, paper https://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2022/09/whirligig-388.html

Does it ever really matter if you see my dirty laundry

Piled up in a corner of my cozy little room?

Its all washed up, but just not folded, clean as can be

It does not preclude any doom

Will you think of me less if I removed all the parcels

Before strangers come in to see the big mess

If I clean up the torn papers and linens abound

So there will be no sins I need to confess?

Or do I hide it in closets so nobody sees

How messy I am and unkempt?

Can you continue to love me despite these misgivings?

Will my untidy side from your love be exempt?

©2022 CBialczak Poetry