In-additions…

After writing two poems for this week’s Ronovan Writes Haiku Weekly Poetry Challenge (see my Quilted Poetry post of Monday, 6 July 2020: Stargazing), I found myself wanting to write a few more and continue the fun.


as evening’s lights dim
the mind drifts from thoughts to dreams
restless ripples gone

afloat on night’s calm waters
cradled in sea lullabies

Copyright © 2020-07-08, by Lizl Bennefeld.

painted ladies on coneflowers
Afternoon Tea

flowers in sunlight
the Painted Ladies curtsy…
settle in for tea

Copyright © 2020-07-08, by Lizl Bennefeld.

 

time almost never
matches with the goals at hand…
hurry? more rewrites?

would that time were elastic
or my planning more precise

Copyright © 2020-07-07, by Lizl Bennefeld.

No photographs for now but some Painted Lady butterflies from my archives, since we had two or three summers of a larger-than-usual population of them, here in the Red River Valley.

The Scampers, yesterday and today, had some stomach irritations, which ran into distress, coddling, and temporarily, short rations. All is now quiet. The Scampers are asleep.

Quietly, quietly | #weekendcoffeeshare 27 March 2020

Flower Fly at Rest

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What’s for Breakfast?

Greetings! I have gotten a late start, here, today. Putting some eggs in the pan to boil, and the tea water’s hot. Snacks are getting sparse, but there’s yogurt, bulk pecans, and peanut butter for g-f toast. Watching my diet to make all the items work for good, and my blood glucose levels are looking better (according to the home bg meter), now that I’ve been able to sleep soundly, again. Neck and back pains are much reduced, and my puppy is sleeping on me, which keeps me from tossing and turning during the night.

The house has been very quiet, this past week. Al goes out to forage for target items at the stores; spends time in his woodworking shop, electronics section, making a new, more compact radio antenna for a new project; and stays up late/wakes up late, reading Orwell’s 1984 for the first time. And I have a lot of time for thinking.

I am trying to gear up for National Poetry Month, writing a poem a day during April with my long-time cohort of poetry writers. My college alumni book club is beginning discussion on our book for March-May: A Woman of No Importance. Al and I have read it previously, and I am wondering if I will have anything constructive to add to the discussion. I worry that it will fade into a litany of how undervalued women were before, during, and after World War II. I have my suspicions that not that much has changed in social structure or attitudes over the intervening years.

My sister remarked, recently, that our mother was disappointed when she (my sister) walked away from her “career”, also the Navy, to raise a family; our mother did the same thing when she left the Navy at the end of the war. My sister stated that Mother never understood how undervalued her (my sister’s) work was, even when she went from working at home to work in-house in a related field after their children were old enough to attend school.

This train of thought has surfaced again on account of some poems that a friend sent to me, dealing with understanding the other, the not me. Or as one acquaintance during my college years said to me: “You’re not one of us. You’re one of them.” Which left me being invisible, then, but I discovered along the way that I don’t have to be a “me” that is like anyone else’s “me” or fits into anyone else’s categories.

One learns the darnedest things, reading archived letters from the 1940s and 1950s between and among family members, friends, and residents of a small town with a lot of gossip flowing to and fro. My sister’s made a book of the letters and photographs and had them printed privately for immediate members of the family.

Anyway, I now know more of the why’s that should have accompanied the what’s of my life. Now, I would like to show you more photographs. I went back to select some quiet scenes from my photo archives.

Thank you for stopping by! This Weekend Coffee Share did not head in a direction I ever could have predicted. But, it is “a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about.” Looking forward to visiting with you during these weekend days.

Best wishes for you in these perilous times. Holding you in the Light!

Hugs and much love,
Lizl

P.S. Wrote a poem, this week, for the Ronovan Writes Haiku poetry challenge: The Blood Remembers. Sort of like it.

Middle of the week

The day started slowly. I went back to bed and slept until almost noon, after having gotten up to feed the Scampers an hour or more late. After lunch, the temperature in the gazebo was 47°F, and so I got in four miles on the exercise bike. I wouldn’t have needed to turn on the space heater. Early evening, I got back to the piano and played for half an hour or so. Scales and arpeggios first, this time, and then the flexibility/warmup exercises.

My HP multipurpose printer (which is no longer supported?) has quit working, again. Thinking I am going to go back to Epson. Hopefully, I will be up to a shopping trip by the weekend.

During the afternoon, I read Diana Pharaoh Francis’s The Witchkin Murders. Enjoyed it a lot. I liked in particular the use of multiple viewpoints. Looks like I have gotten behind by a whole series, though, this being the first book in a new series.

Going to raid the stash of pecans in the cupboard, and then try to get back to sleep.

After-dinner coffee

We finally got out of the house, the two of us, and celebrated my birthday with dinner at Olive Garden, only six days late. Still napping a lot, both of us, but basically feeling better today than yesterday. I am not going to play catch-up on my goal of 30 poems for November.

Also, I have not finished reading the current book for my college’s online book club group, did not read the second or third book at all, and cannot face the next that the group has voted in. Actually, I cannot imagine reading any of proposed books for the January-February discussion. I do hope eventually to finish reading Just Mercy, once I emerge from destressing mode.

Enjoying some Toddy coffee, now, and a square of v. dark chocolate. Hoping to get to sleep, tonight, before midnight in spite of all the naps.

 

 

 

 

 

In Snow | #WeekendCoffeeShare, 30 Nov 2019

residential neighborhood snowy evening

Thanks for stopping by, this weekend, for Weekend Coffee Share! Tonight, and for the past few days, I have confined myself to black tea and filtered water. There’s also hot coffee, Toddy coffee, and milk. Snacks include veggie crackers, sharp cheddar cheese spread, and mixed nuts. Really am happy for visitors, this weekend. The week has not gone as I would have hoped, and I have been napping a lot, still. An abrupt shift from family gathering!

I was feeling distinctly unwell by the time I awoke on Thanksgiving Day; I expect that being in the company of other people and in a house not our own, my body got out of balance from breathing “different” air than at home. The distraction, however, was such that I ate small portions, had mixed nuts for dessert, and had a nice, low blood glucose reading at bedtime. From there, I faded. We skipped our planned dinner out on Friday evening, and I awoke for the day at four-something o’clock in the morning. Eighteen hours later, I finally feel that I am functional, again. I realized, just now, that I don’t remember eating a meal or taking my medication, this evening. I expect I should skip both, now, rather than risk doubling up on either.

I have been enjoying the remainder of the day, taking frequent naps, enjoying a salad at lunch, and visiting with Al before putting the Scampers to bed for the night. I took some photographs, earlier in the day, around 10:30AM and 3:30PM. I have set one of the cameras to store both RAW and JPG photo files, and have had fun fooling around with that, this week.

It’s getting late, here, and so I’ll just add a few photos from the week and say good-night.

 

 

Best wishes for the coming week!
Lizl

The Weekend Coffee Share Link Party can be found HERE! Also at Antoinette’s blog, Maria’s, and elsewhere, during Allison’s holiday hiatus.

#WeekendCoffeeShare, 8 Nov 2019

Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)! Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about?

A thank-you to our host, Eclectic Alli, whose post for this week can be found HERE, along with links to the blogs of others participating in this week’s Weekend Coffee Share.


It’s late in the evening, but the tea is still hot. I enjoyed the last of this week’s batch of cold-brew coffee concentrate, but the next will be ready for us in about fifteen minutes. Milk and cold water in the fridge. iphone photo ~2008For nibbles, there’s fresh mozzarella cheese and soda crackers (compliments of the other of us). The Scampers are napping side by side on the loveseat across the room.

I am trying to remember what has happened to this week. Yesterday, I got a haircut; we left it a bit longer, especially at the nape of the neck, with consideration for cold drafts. Made an appointment for the next time, the day after Christmas. I am looking forward to seeing my stylist’s holiday photos of her children. They certainly are growing fast! Such fun!The Scampers now have an appointment for their next visit to the groomer: the beginning of Christmas week. And this is day eight of NaNoWriMo, for which I am to write a poem a day. I am missing two poems: the 5th and the 6th. I am putting them on my journal at thewrittenword (dot) net.

If we were having coffee together, today, I would confess that I have hastily (or after too many years of procrastinating) deleted my blog contents at Patchwork Prose (dot) com. Much of what was there was ancient (I have been writing poetry since fifth grade, and haiku since the middle 1960s), and the majority of the essays and articles were written in the 1990s for Women of WorldNet and Moondance.org. I don’t enjoy, anymore, writing book reviews, and so I decided to not feel guilty anymore about not having written one for longer than I care to admit.

I have renamed the blog, from “Patchwork Prose” to “Notes to Myself”. Pulling out some of the poems that I have written and then referred back to repeatedly over the decades and hoping to put them up as posts with adequate tags and categories that I can find things more easily and in one place. I have only one posted, so far.

I am finding it restful to go back through my archives, even digging out papers from my college years (1964-68). The pages that I have written since the transition, I have written as notes to myself. Sort of. I should mention that I decided to allow comments for the time being, but have turned on the moderation option. Also, I have taken note of what my brother Tim has chosen to write on and taking a clue from him; I am writing what is significant to me.

I would tell you that I am feeling much more relaxed, lately, sleeping late and going to bed when I feel like it. I am enjoying naps—with and without Scampers. And I am now leaving my diet to the habits I have developed over the almost three years since I got my diabetes diagnosis. Weight is going down slowly but steadily, and I’m considering dropping the medication to see how that goes. Appointments scheduled in December for dentist, doctor, and certified diabetes educator. Cataracts are giving me a bit more trouble, these days, but…it would help a lot if I would just put my eyeglasses on for reading. ::sigh::

I truly am looking forward to visiting your WeekendCoffeeShare blog post. Hoping to see you there soon! As always,

Hugs & much love,

Lizl

 

Shifting Gears | 12 Oct. 2019 #WeekendCoffeeShare

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Dogs, exploring the snowy back yard
Finding Our Way

Welcome! We have hot tea, Toddy coffee, and 90% chocolate to console us. This week marked a transition from early autumn to early winter, with highways closed down across the state and from Fargo, N.D. to the Canadian border. Officially, our blizzard ended today, Saturday, at 1:00 p.m. The rivers are rising to flood stage, and wet snow has brought down large tree limbs still sporting leaves still mostly green.

windblown street in the midst of a blizzard
Snow, and More Snow

If we were visiting together, this evening, there would be lots to eat. We stocked up on groceries, Wednesday morning, and my husband stopped in at a hardware store to pick up another shovel. A shovel for the workshop, in case he would be snowed in, there, sometime during the coming winter weather. The Scampers and I slept a lot, once the bad weather started (Winter Storm Warning, upgraded to a Blizzard Warning somewhere along the way.) Highways were closed, activities canceled, roads became impassible over a wide area, and here and there, power lines came down under the weight of the snow or snow-filled tree branches. We slept a lot, the Scampers sharing the blankets and adding a bit more warmth during night.

I did finish my 10Q questions at doyou10q.com. Found it to provoke various trains of thought. Definitely worthwhile. Looking forward to doing the same next year, and going back to review this year’s responses when they become available.

More coffee? Chocolate? The virtual shelves and carafes are not yet empty.

While I did not get the side garden cut back for winter (yet), I did cut down the flower stalks and tall grass in the 50 sq. ft. back garden. I shook out the grass and carefully spread it over the rabbits’ paths through the garden, where they’d established two burrows. I always hope they will remember spring flooding and have a place to move to when the time comes. Our temporary 6-foot fence separates the garden shed and cotoneaster trees from the main yard, and so any burrows within that enclosure on the east end should be safe until we get a permanent privacy fence installed. Obviously, we’ve run out of time and good weather, this year.

I also took the seed pods from the common evening primrose on the north side of the house and scattered the pods and some bare seeds into the backyard wildflower garden. I’d hoped to transplant some of the poppy plants. Have to see how they look when/if the snow melts without killing them off. May still be time.

I admit that I very much enjoy winters, even though taking photographs of the summer flowers is absorbing and reworking them can be challenging. And water drops. I wonder if other people experience changes in sleep patterns with the changes in temperatures.

I have noticed that once the weather has cooled off, I feel much more relaxed. Instead of sleeping in naps and abbreviated sleep periods, I can drop off to sleep right away, most nights, and sleep in until the dogs wake me in the morning. Using the app on my telephone to track sleep patterns is…interesting. 😀

Thank you for dropping by, this weekend. I always enjoy these opportunities for sharing and listening. Probably don’t say that often enough, but is true.

Best wishes for your week!

Love & hugs,
Lizl

#WeekendCoffeeShare on Saturday, 27 April 2019 : Cold and bleak

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Welcome to my home! We’ve just gotten the Scampers tucked into their kennels for the night. I have yet to pick up the mud trail from the garage into Al’s room. I suspect that he will drop off to sleep in front of the television any time, now. I have had my quota of coffee for the day, and so I’m drinking hot oolong* tea, once I get the hot water kettle plugged in and going, again. Provolone cheese, Gouda, American, and a cheddar with herbs. Ran out of crackers, and haven’t remembered to get more. Maybe next time?

If we were enjoying a visit here, together, I would tell you about the Thursday night Sky Warn training that Al and I attended. Two and a half hours (plus “that clock is slow” run-on time of about 20 minutes), presented by a meteorologist from the regional National Weather Service office in Grand Forks, North Dakota. It’s an annual event that we first started attending in the 90s. We were active storm spotters for many years. Our ham radio club works in conjunction with the NWS regional office. The presentation has been refined over the decades, and it’s fun to watch video of cloud/storm formations in addition to referring to photo and graphics handouts. We used to have our own weather satellite dish that picked up satellite transmissions and ran them through a dedicated computer; we had our own data displayed on a monitor in the front room. Now, we get the same information and more by way of the Internet, and the equipment has been repurposed and the satellite dish, dismantled (and perhaps tossed during some long-ago Spring Clean-up Week).

If we were visiting together, this evening, I would ask you what you’re currently reading, and share the titles of my/our recent purchases. Al and I both wanted to read Sonia Purnell’s A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of the American Spy Who Helped Win World War II. Both of my parents served in the Pacific Theatre, but Al’s father was involved in the European efforts. My father read many books about the war, as I was growing up, and passed on the ones that he thought best to me, so I also could read them before they had to go back to the library. (I remember taking The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich with me to read on the bus to Winnipeg, Manitoba, my first year in the junior high-high school marching band. I spent close to all of my spending money in the largest bookstore I’d ever seen!)

I have also ordered Amy Liptrot’s The Outrun: A Memoir and William P. Kennedy’s Toy Soldiers, which I’d only read as the Readers Digest edition, and I had forgotten the details of how the story ended. With the allergy season in full force and summer to arrive after the next snowfall (I wonder if that’s still in the forecast for next week), I have been trying to remember to play music to pick up my spirits. Keep me focused. One is familiar with SAD (seasonal affective disorder); I seem to go downhill as summer approaches in reaction to the allergens, neighborhood outdoor cookery and accompanying smoke, and the warmer weather and bright sunlight. I find myself taking more naps and not wanting to eat anything.  I wasn’t kidding about the various cheeses; I have dropped four pounds because of avoiding food, this past week, and my blood sugar is not happy with me.

A bright spot, actually, was the call from the druggist, telling me that they’d finally gotten their hands on more of the new Shingles vaccine, and so I got my first of two shots on Monday; I must have the second shot between two and six months from now. My parents never mentioned it, but several of Al’s relative had really bad bouts with Shingles, and I would just as soon not go through that.

I was able to replace my broken file cabinet with a wooden table that has a fold-back top. The file cabinet was serving as a bedside (well, a recliner-side) nightstand, and so I have a table for computer, water glass, &c, and a shelf beneath where I can put storage containers for my music CDs. My organization efforts march in lockstep with creating places to put things. So that I can sort through storage boxes and throw away what is no longer needed. There is a free “shredding” event in our town, middle of the week, where we can get rid of all of our old financial papers. I think my husband has stuff back into the late 60s. I dumped a lot of the paperwork when I retired and didn’t need those business records, anymore. 

I am happy to tell you that even though I have had trouble getting to my Weekend Coffee Share posts in a timely manner, I have been keeping up on my poem-a-day project. Written through Saturday, anyhow. The last few poems have been a bit weird (days 24, 26, and 27).

Finally, one last thing I have been puzzling over, this weekend, is how very distant I am/my context is from the cultures that surround me. I recall my late (youngest) sister, many years ago, telling me to please quit speaking with people, that they have no idea what I am talking about. As we go on, I am beginning to think that she shared something valuable with me, there. I would say that I miss her, but she really didn’t like me. Probably a disconnect on my end, considering she wished I were somebody else. I do think it’s too bad that we hadn’t gotten to know each other better, though. I trust that at this point, her perspective and understanding are better than mine….. Until she and I meet again.

I am still not on the “linky-link” and expect that at this point, I probably won’t go back to read the relevant terms of service/privacy materials. I have gotten the links to show up for your posts, now, by switching to a different browser. I look forward to reading your Weekend Coffee Share posts, and I wish you a marvelously satisfying week to come!

Hugs & much love,
Lizl


*Himalayan Shilla Oolong tea that I ordered last September, with a clearance discount due to their dropping that product. Which is disappointing. I am going to have to look around for another oolong without non-tea additives.

A cup of tea

large and small, brown teapots
Tea for Two

 

The temperatures are rising, the frost has gone out of the ground, and the snow melt is trying to move into the basement, again.  Al was away when the water sensor started to alarm, but he got home in a timely fashion, took the plug out of the floor drain…and found the drain snake in the garden shed. The pipe out had gotten plugged since the last time we did this. (A few weeks ago?)

I got the dishes washed while I waited for him to arrive home, since I can’t use the kitchen sink while the floor drain is unplugged.

Hopeful that we won’t get a lot of rain, tomorrow.

Be safe! Stay dry!

Lizl

 

#WeekendCoffeeShare for 2019-03-17 : The Warm-Up

Rabbit Tracks

It looks as though after tomorrow, the high temperature of each day is to be above freezing. What a change that will make!

The snowdrifts and piles of snow from cleared streets and sidewalks have begun to melt in the warm, spring sunlight. Saturday was the second afternoon, after a very long stretch of cold weather, that I had gotten into the gazebo to use the exercise bike. I am hoping to get out there again today, Sunday, once the other of us gets home from his volunteer shift and shopping.

The drifts over the backyard fences are no longer keeping in/out dogs, cats, or rabbits. They have become highways through the neighborhood for the four-foots. The rabbits cleared a tunnel from the bottom of the snow-covered fence to the place where the gate hangs crooked enough for a path to the top of a snowdrift, bypassing the “rabbit-proof” fencing the backyard neighbors put down. There are now bird, rabbit, and puppy tracks along the tops of the drifts. Our Scampers can now move freely between our back yard, our front yard, and the yard of the next-door dog who hates them with loud passion. If you want to take a look, feel free to bring along your cup of Toddy coffee, but you’d better wear your boots, because the big melt has gotten underway as the Sun is no longer spending its days lingering behind thick clouds.

With the bad weather (another blizzard, this past week), I have not been as active as I would have liked. While the blizzard was moving through, we pretty much slept. The day following, there was snow to remove, so that we could get the car out of the garage…and then an unexpected drift of ice/snow blocks about three feet high covered the foot of the driveway as the city plows went through at high speed. So it took a while to get out and stock up on food. This last trip, it was just a pack of deli chicken for me and a frozen lasagna dinner for Al, plus freeze-dried beef liver and peanut butter cookies for the Scampers. I’ve still got boxed soup, a bag of salad, and lots of fresh and hard-boiled eggs. And five canisters of ground coffee and a pound and a half of black (English Breakfast) tea.

My eyes have been bothering me, this week, and so I have been listening to music and reading books on my tablet with the app set to the largest font size. I am pleased that my photographs revealed what I wanted to capture when I pointed the camera in the right direction. I have been using the 17.6″ laptop, rather than the 10″ or 13″, by preference. We pre-charged our gadgets and backup lithium and other storage batteries, but we never did lose power. Although the 50-60 mph wind gusts shook the ham radio antenna, lines, and cables just the other side of the wall from Al’s recliner chair.


This week, the book that my sister edited/wrote/compiled (consisting of our parents’ correspondence and accompanying photographs, with commentary and her frameworking thoughts) was delivered by the post office. Many pounds of book. Hardcover with heavy, gloss paper and photos in color. She spoke at the end about what she knew of the last weeks of both our parents’ lives. A little more than three months separated Mother’s death from Father’s.

On Wednesday, there is another family funeral to attend—the father of a nephew’s wife. Death is a part of life. That does not make our deaths—or the lives and deaths of others—unimportant. Here, and then not here, makes a difference.

Thank you for stopping by, this weekend. I appreciate the company, this afternoon, as my husband is out “taking care of business”. I hope that your week has progressed as you would like and that your weekend has provided you with what you need to tackle the week to come.

Hugs & much love,
Lizl

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