Friday Fill-Ins 133

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1. Ice cream and almonds make a quick and easy dinner (not healthy, but you didn't ask about that!)

2. Bon Appetit is the book (ok magazine) that I'm reading right now. (I'm saving the books for vacation - keep reading.)

3. July brings back memories of sitting on the hand-crank ice cream maker while bigger relatives turned it as it got stiff toward the end.

4. My inattentiveness as a sign that I'm ready for vacation this week was obvious.

5. They say if you tell your dreams you'll remember them (maybe?)

6. I try to compose difficult e-mail messages outside of my mail program, just in case, to give me time to think it over.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to having the laundry and dishes done,
tomorrow my plans include packing, packing, and a long car ride, and Sunday I want to drink chai on the screen porch of the vacation place.

In case you didn't catch on, I'll be on vacation for a couple of weeks. No internet for me until August.

Midsummer in Oz

Read Write Poem gave us a picture to spark our imagination this week. It reminded me of something and then I started playing around with that idea and this is what I'm still playing with. I don't think it is in its final form, but for now it amuses me and I'm happy to be playing with words that seem to be cooperating for a change!

The picture is here

http://www.flickr.com/photos/shram/ / CC BY 2.0

Midsummer in Oz

Call me Jack Bottom,
ridgey didge grandson of my great-
grandfather, Nick.
Many times great- and so am I!

Family stories say he could do any-
thing better, weave faster,
roar louder, be more like a wall
than the wall itself.

I don't weave cloth, just
web pages full of advice for
politicians, businessmen,
footballers, and jackaroos.

They'd all do well to lis-
ten to me. Jack-of-all-trades,
that's me, though I see myself
more in a supervisory role.

Now last night I was vis-
iting out in woop woop, with the sky wide
open in all around me, and I stopped
in a pub before heading to dreamland.

Robbo, he said to call
him, and a good fellow he seemed,
listening to my suggestions
for hours on end.

I planned to sleep under
the stars and he cuffed me lightly
on the head as he left, and next thing
you know I heard people screaming.

"Bunyip!" they bellowed, and
they pointed at me and ran. I thought
I'd had too many tallies and headed
for my blankets.

I woke this morning with a hang-
over and a fuzzy head and I wonder
if those stories about Gramps
Bottom were true.

So I'll sit here a while, and spin
my next column, about the best way to keep
fleas away, and if Robbo comes by I'll see
if he will join me for a cold one at the bar.