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.
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
Today’s Daily Post is blossom. As much as I’d love to have a floral tale to tell, I’m thinking “popcorn”.
What is popcorn but a blossom?
That which falls lightly over the rim of your bowl could easily be glued onto a sparse branch of white blossoms and trick the casual glance of a passerby.
Merriam-Webster offers a ‘blossom’ as a “peak period or stage of development”. Surely the once tightly-bound corny bit, coaxed to explosion by steam, can be said to blossom into its peak stage of development.
I must confess, however, it is unlikely that you will find a Pinterest bridal bouquet featuring branches with hot-glued popcorn “blossoms”.
I did find a pin showing a plastic red and white popcorn tub filled with white carnations masquerading as popcorn. Pretty cute.
Alas, another useless idea on a quiet Friday night. 🙂
Photo by Dr._Kelly: Salted popcorn
In true chaotic fashion I have managed to unravel my newfound optimism and find myself back on a very familiar path. Today, I come clean. What is my blog if not to serve as an asset in my life. A tool of recovery so to speak.
Why did I want to have a blog? Oh, yes, now I remember. Mission of self-discovery. Regularity. Gentle risk taking. Expression. Connection. Challenge to do something new. Gallant reasons all.
So why veer off path? No mystery to me. Done it a thousand times before. Here’s the fun part – I see the distraction quicker and clearer than before. I see it! Victory! The symptoms have been mounting until I’m off schedule entirely: Irregular waking and sleeping times, missing exercise, falling off the food diary, wasting time on FB.
Generally – I escaped for a bit. Time to jump back in and head where I need to be. That’s it. Nothing more glamorous to it.
Here’s to creeping back into a more purposeful place.
Til next time…
Photo: Thumb’s Up by Sara Marshall
The Leftovers on HBO wrapped up last night with the episode “The Book of Nora”. I’m sorry to say goodbye to The Leftovers’ rare storytelling. Kudos to the cast, writers and company.
My husband calls me a reluctant romantic. I think that’s fair.
The show’s theme echos a very human contentment.
I will forever enjoy the words and music of songwriter/performer Iris Dement. Enjoy “Let the Mystery Be.”