Girl Whacks Ball

Tetherball was a lifesaver in my childhood.  It filled lonely spots on the playground with a zen-like calmness when played alone.

Sometimes boys made it a ‘cage-fight-to-the death’ during recesses at Hoover Elementary.  tetherball

I was one of the tougher girl players, but not the best. The physics of tetherball were right up my alley. I didn’t need to be a fast runner, but strength and timing were still key.

Funny how a thin pole, a string and a dangling object can keep a cat endlessly entertained.

How much more so an independent little girl!

Via Daily Prompt:  Tether

Photo 9/365 by Alexis Nyal



“He has a lot of pluck…”

courageous readiness to fight or continue against odds :  dogged resolution

via Pluck | Definition of Pluck by Merriam-Webster

I like this use of pluck.  Sounds so feisty! I think of a small, wiry fellow in a rigid hat as he strides down the street itching for a fight. Turn-of-the-century maybe, watch fob dangling.

Upon first reading the daily prompt today I immediately thought of eyebrows.  Then chickens. Not that the two belong together, although chickens plucking eyebrows would be rather funny.  🙂

Sign of the Crab

Crab shells were among my favorite beach finds as a girl. I was born under the astrological sign Cancer – the crab.  I wonder if knowing that peaked my interest in crabs.

Recently I was able to watch crabs transverse shallow, sunny waters near the San Juan Islands. Underwater, the crabs’ shells shined  with surprising opulence when the sun hit them just right. They were pretty for the briefest of moments.

It is so easy to have a romance with the beach. You admire seafaring vessels from afar, your feet firmly planted in polished sand as you cast your eye over the watery plane.

Children frolic . Dogs chase waves. Waves chase children. Broken bits of shell and stone tempt the eye.

And sound is tempered by the briny deep. The loud of birds and people is cast into the open air only to be swallowed by nature itself.

Via Daily Prompt:  Sail

Photo Cool Crab by Jennifer Gresham


The Cutting Edge

I have always liked to make things, but power tool cuts were out of my reach. Until yesterday.

Necessity and opportunity converged and I bought my very first saw! This little thing is sexy!  (Dremel Ultra Max)


I don’t recall ever actually using a saw before, although I’ve held many a board as other’s made cuts.

As always, I cringed when the saw started up.  The shrill whir paired with the toothed blur betrayed potential danger at such speeds.

Like all agents of change, a power saw cannot bring rewards without risks.

My maiden cut was in a bead board panel.  The cut’s not perfect, but it’s mine! My second cut was better and so on.  Thank God for caulking and trim molding which can mask my adequate cuts.

Coke & Peanuts

My sister, Nettie, introduced me to Coke and peanuts. I guess it was a “thing” way back when. With my first ever bottle of Coke laced with peanuts on the bottom, I awoke to the dynamic duo of sweet and salty.  My love affair with the combo ensued.

When I think of Coke, I think of Nettie.  Bet she would have gotten a kick out of these “Coke Bottle Women” by Cranky Messiah.

coke bottle women by cranky messiah

The photographer writes that he shot this from his truck.  He spotted the art on the side of a building in Baltimore, Maryland.


Via daily prompt:  Bottle