Easter Music

I feel better today, but nothing’s really better.

I’m looking a chocolate bunny in the eyes and contemplating his ears.



The Weight (The Band)

I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling ’bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, “No” was all he said

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

I picked up my bags, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw old Carmen and the Devil, walking side by side
I said, “Hey, Carmen, c’mon, let’s go downtown”
She said, “I gotta go, but my friend can stick around”

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Go down, Miss Moses, ain’t nothin’ you can say
It’s just old Luke, and Luke’s waiting on the judgment day
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Annalee
He said, “Do me a favor, son, won’t you stay and keep Annalee company”

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
Said, “I will fix your rag, if you’ll take Jack, my dog”
I said, “Wait a minute Chester, you know, I’m a peaceful man”
He said, “That’s okay, boy, won’t you feed him when you can”

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Catch the cannonball, now to take me down the line
My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it’s time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she’s the only one
Who sent me here, with her regards for everyone

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

The Weight lyrics © Dwarf Music, WB Music Corp. O/B/o Canaan Music, WB MUSIC CORP

Decadence – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com.

When I first saw this photograph I was certain I couldn’t come up with anything.  Then, my husband and I made a fresh cherry pie.

Here’s the photograph and my story.  Please follow lil froggy for more stories.


I have always been of the belief that we must choose our decadent moments gracefully.

For instance, it’s Sunday afternoon.  Our daughter,  Cici, and her husband are over for supper. I ‘ve hurried Cici into the kitchen to help me with some finishing touches.

“Cici would you make a chocolate dipping sauce for the strawberries?”  I ask?

“Sure thing, Mom.  Where’s the chocolate?”

I open the spice cabinet and point my cherry pie dipped finger in the direction of the top shelf.

Cherry pie.  I smile.  Chad, my husband, loves cherry pie. Chad always likes his pie plain.  I like my pie with a thick layer of Cool Whip.  My daughter likes strawberries dipped in chocolate.

A few moments later I hear Cici cursing under her breath. “Oh Mom! Look at the mess I’ve made trying to microwave the chocolate!”

“That’s lovely,  Cici!   Just bring that on over to the table,” I say. “We’ll crisp it over the berries and the pie and top it all with this Extra Creamy Cool Whip I’ve been wanting to try.”


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C’est La Vie – Diary Entry

this christmas

I’m very sorry.  This seems to have posted twice under two different titles and maybe a word/punctuation change.

Food and stuff, right? Christmas Season. So why is Ellespeth showing us a bunch of veggies? Those just happen to be going into our Christmas Eve supper. These veggies will make broth and potato salad and Southern sweet potato casserole and Southern cornbread dressing and – for those watching their weight – pretty plain string beans. We have agreed to make this a really Southern Christmas Eve supper. California is sorta boring in this regard…

Part of the veggies will make a broth for the lentils we’ll serve some vegetarians the week between Christmas and the New Year.

Not much is healthy about the way these veggies will be prepared – but c’est la vie…such is life. Once a year, one truly must allow for all sorts of decadent eating behaviors.

Just to prove this, here is

Totally Improper Photo #2

sugar christmas

I’ve added the sugar and nuts and cream and chocolate and marshmallow cream. One simply must have fudge. It tempers the palate after such a rich meal 😛

As Christmas approaches, Southern recipes will follow.

I am grateful for this Christmas. We are 15 years together now.    We are imperfectly floating down the river. You have been the most surprising of happenings in my life.


Three Pussy Cats Cafe – Fiction

Here is my submission for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  75-150 words about where the photo, below, takes you.  I love this photograph from pixabay.

Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge, and for her constant encouragement.  I’m putting the froggy you can click to read other entries…or submit an entry!

Three Pussy Cats Cafe

Sissy parked her old Renault in front of Three Pussy Cats Cafe. By the time Buck pedaled up on his bicycle, she was sipping a coffee and munching on a warm chocolate croissant.

“So what are you gonna do while I go to the bank?” Buck asked. He broke off a piece of Sissy’s croissant and took a sip of her coffee.

“I’m having my fortune told, of course,” Sissy replied.

“Meet back here in an hour?

“Okay.” Sissy leaned over and kissed Buck. She licked a piece of chocolate from his moustache.

By the time Buck returned, Sissy was eating her second chocolate croissant and sipping another hot coffee.

“So how did it go?” Buck asked.

“She still insists I’m going to meet some tall, dark, and handsome stranger. How did it go for you?” Sissy fed Buck a piece of her croissant before he could steal it.

“We’re broker than we were yesterday.”

They laughed. They were young.


It’s About That Vision Thang – Some Joy

Since some of you are following my blog and know about my macular degeneration, and since it’s just such a joyful day – and a hopeful day for those of us with this eye issue..I went for my exam today…

I haven’t needed an eye injection, for my wet macular degeneration, in over 9 months 🙂 Of course, I’d had weekly and then monthly or every other month injections for almost 10 years…I was so lucky that my disease was diagnosed just a couple of weeks before injections became an approved treatment method.  So lucky that I was going to the Stanford Eye Clinic.  So lucky that my doctor was taking part in the trial.  Just so damned lucky all the way around…compared to what could have been.  Especially since I’d been only in my early 50’s when diagnosed.

So yes, I’ll take an eye injection any day.  If that’s what it takes to prolong my vision…pffft.  Piece of cake.  And now look!  Maybe all of these years of injections have had some sort of slow benefit and slowing of the disease.

I’m just so damned thankful!  My girlfriend and I went to a bakery and I bought  a very small chocolate iced chocolate bundt cake to split with you later.  We’ll celebrate and be horribly unhealthy and have it with ice cream and walnuts  and whipped cream!

OMG!  Yummy thankfulness just abounds.


Wholesome Lust – A Poem

Wholesome Lust
Let’s make it healthy.
Smother me in kisses.
Let me rub your back
with eucalyptus oil.
You go on now,
Go on now
and lick that vanilla
from behind my ear.
I’ll suck a dark
cocoa square
from your palm.
Then we’ll go to bed,
make love,
and eat chocolate cake.
Snap it quick!
It’s a moment.