Slice of Life 14 – A World Longing for Hope #sol24

14 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

Today, I took a walk by myself. I packed a windbreaker, a stocking cap, water, grapes, my notebook and pen. Everything I needed for a walk and a break at a favorite picnic tree.

We walk by this tree often, but I love to stop and sit under its shade. (Even today when it was cold.)
Such a cozy space.
This rock is my “kitchen table” and I’m sitting on another “chair” rock.

I started writing in the style I learned from Kim Stafford early in January, each day writing: “the date, a diary (boring prose of the day), an aphorism, and a poem.” So, I wrote the date and a couple paragraphs about my mundane day yesterday, and then I needed a quote or aphorism. I went to my email, and saw Trish Emerson’s Wednesday post. I read it, always inspired by her beautiful prose. Then I found the poem she mentions “This Too Shall Pass.” It is a dynamic and important word from Kim Addonizio. I searched for more from her, and found a video of Addonizio answering questions about her book in 2021.  In the video, she described the world as “our beleaguered, compromised, beautiful world.” It struck me as so humble and true. I used that as my striking line to write today’s poem in honor of all you Slicers and what our writing does for each of us, each other, and the world.

A World Longing for Hope

Our Love and writing will salvage
beleaguered dreams and
compromised liberties. Our
beautiful solace in a
world longing for hope.


Kim Addonizio gives that striking line in this Q&A video created during the pandemic.

Slice of Life 13 – Paraskavedekatriaphobia and Paralelepípedo #sol24

13 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

 

Happy Wednesday the 13th. I don’t think there is a word to describe a fear of Wednesday the 13th, but there is a word to describe a fear of Friday the 13th: Paraskavedekatriaphobia. That is surely a mouthful!

Last week Amy Juengst wrote a great post inspired by another Amazing Fact generated on the Mental Floss website. It was about heeding good advice about getting enough sleep because sleep is a time to clean your brain from daily toxins.  I thought Amy’s idea, which was a prompt challenge she learned from NaPoWriMo, was such a good one that I kept it up my sleeve and went to it today.

When I saw the first amazing fact, I knew right away that would be my inspiration. I’m not at all afraid of Friday the 13th, that is one big word, and I have no idea how to pronounce it. That’s about all I have to write about that amazing fact.

However, I chose this amazing fact because it reminded me of another story–very loosely related!

Last month, I went to Brazil for a storytelling training. The translator for my group, was a sweet teenager who was on vacation from school for Carnaval. She was full of life and enjoyed making people laugh. She had an American English accent, which I found surprising, but she explained that she learned English in Arizona when her dad was in graduate school at the University of North Arizona.

One of the stories she told us about her time in Arizona made me smile. At her new school, she hardly knew any English, but she learned quickly. It was her first year, and her fourth grade teacher asked Victoria if she would teach her some words in Portuguese. Victoria told her with a straight face she had the perfect word to begin her lessons. Paralelepípedo. She said the teacher didn’t ask her to learn any more Portuguese.

Paralelepípedo is seven syllables of pure fun.

It actually has two meanings in Portuguese. One is a paving stone and the other is a parallelepiped. Which is also fun to pronounce and almost spelled the same. (In case you are out of practice with geometry, like I was, it is a three-dimensional six-sided shape, like a slanted cube. Each side is a parallelogram.)

Parallelepiped Picture - Images of Shapes

Image by Benjamin Wiens from Pixabay

Slice of Life 12 – Haircuts, Mushrooms and Windmills #sol24

12 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

Today was haircutting day for both Keith and me. He has paved his topknot and put in a parking lot, but once a week I still trim around the edges on his lot. I’ve been cutting his hair for almost twenty years now. Here is a convenient truth: When he had darker and much more hair, I had better eyesight, as well as more patience to make sharp lines around the nape of his neck and all the other edges.  Now that his hair is thinner and grayer, I can still cut a mean haircut. You just can’t see all my mistakes anymore.

Now Keith doesn’t do the same for my hair. Praise God. I go to Amber. She has a sweet little salon in Yucca Valley. Her daughter has recently graduated from beauty school and is now working with Amber in her salon. I should have taken a before and after picture, but I wasn’t thinking of my Slice of Life when I was there.

Anyway, here are a few other photos from my day.

The view on the road to my haircut this morning.
La Baguette is a Vietnamese sandwich shop. I had a rice bowl, and my hubby got a sandwich. We both had Portobello mushrooms on ours.
There are so many windmills near Palm Springs.
Out the side window.

Drew Oliver Built the First Wind Turbine Here

What would Drew Oliver think
If he could see all the windmills
Now filling the San Gorgonio Pass?
Did he know his idea would take off?

Turn back the calendar 100 years and turn
Up the wind. It squeezes through two mountain
Ranges. Oliver knew that, and he tried to harness it by
Building a windmill
In 1926.
Now the almost 1000 turbines make clean
Energy–hundreds of millions of watts.

 

Slice of Life 11 – Memories of Bahrain and March Madness, Perfume Edition #sol24

11 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

Before retiring to California in 2022, I lived in Bahrain. When we went there we took nine suitcases. When we came back eight years later, we had nine boxes and suitcases again. I’m guessing the contents of the suitcases had changed by about 80%. We brought home the painted map of Bahrain in the photo below. It hung in my dining room in Bahrain, and it graces our dining room in California now.

Learning to love tea in Bahrain was another joy I brought back to California, along with two tea pots and a dozen small tea cups–some of them gifts from friends. Every Sunday before church, I make myself a pot of tea (Something I used to do every Friday before church in Bahrain.)

Affaf had given me a set of crystal tea cups and saucers, so I told her I was thinking of her. Affaf wished peace to me and my family, thanked me for writing, told me she thought of me and our good friendship. (Of course, Google Translate had to help me read that note.)

Another thing I grew to love in Bahrain was wearing perfume. I had never been much of a perfume wearer, except when I first got married and received a bottle of Lauren, which I wore daily. But living in the Middle East, perfume is a big deal. At the mall, workers stand outside perfume shops and spray samples generously. For Teacher Appreciation Week, I didn’t get coffee mugs but often would receive gifts of perfume and flowers. While I was there, I learned to spray perfume on every day. I left my Bahrain perfume behind, so when I got to California I didn’t have any perfume.

This past December, I added perfume to my Christmas wish list, and Katie and Thomas got me a fun gift from Sephora–a perfume sampler. There are 16 tiny bottles. I’ve been wearing perfume since Christmas.

The best part, though. I get to choose a large bottle of the one I like best.

After awhile, I decided to do a proper tournament. The first round was easy because I had already separated the perfumes into ones I liked and ones that were so-so. I paired them up against each other.

Here is my March Madness, Perfume Edition.

Here are my final four:

I’m having a hard time choosing between the final four. I like them all, so it doesn’t really matter which one I choose! I’ll go to Sephora soon and commit to one.

Slice of Life 10 – Noticing All the Senses #sol24

10 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

Thanks to Megan’s slice yesterday, “My Five Senses on a Friday” at The Musing Millennial, I spent more time appreciating everything I was sensing today while I was on a bike ride. It’s been awhile since I closed my eyes and listened, but I did that today sitting on a picnic table, so thank you, Megan.

I heard the jet plane miles overhead, and when it was gone it got quiet-quiet, like I could hear the workings in my head. Then a very occasional bee and another occasional fly went by. Next, my husband’s footsteps in the sand told me he was back from watering a tree.

I smell no springtime flora; it may be a little early for that. I did catch a lingering remnant of the Nest fragrance on my wrist, which happens to be in the final four of the perfume brackets (more on that tomorrow). I also smelled the hard caliche when I fell and nearly kissed the earth, while I climbed up to the rock pile.

I see two gallon water bottles tucked under a bush and the skeletal remains of Joshua and juniper trees which were burned in a fire decades ago. I see my husband down below me waiting at the picnic table, while I watched him from the rock pile.

I taste the cool water flowing from my hydration pack, as I suck on the nozzle.

I feel the bup bup bup bup bup bup bup bup bup bup as I bounce over ridges on the washboard road. When we first started I felt a pain in my left knee, so I cranked up the power to #3 on my e-bike, and enjoyed the electric assistance throughout the uphill climb.

And now as I write, I’m enjoying the bike ride again, thanks to paying attention to the senses that make life interesting.

Thanks
for the
connections
we make to this
adored planet you
have freely graced us with.
The God of the universe
created all sights, sounds, smells, tastes,
and touches–bringing joy to this life.

Slice of Life 9 – A Six-Word Story of Earth #sol24

9 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

Earth’s fragile ecosystems long for survival.

When I grew up in California, we always had the green season (winter) and the brown season (summer). Fortunately, with the rains of the past two winters, our green season has come  back. I took this photo near Hemet on Thursday.

On another note, Leigh Anne wanted to see the inside of the junk journals I made. I took a few photos…

Here are the four junk journals I made for my nieces. I dropped them off at their busy house this week.
Here are a few selected pages and pockets.

Slice of Life 8 – Multilingual Blogger – Ha! #sol24

8 March 2024 TwoWritingTeachers.org

Here is my very dusty “Multilingual Blogger” badge. I haven’t used it since last March.

I wish I was multilingual; I’m still a poser. However, I’m trying, and after three years of studying Spanish on Duolingo, I feel more hopeful than ever before. Now, I’ve set myself a goal to get started this month on something I have been talking about. To meet a Spanish speaker who also wants to become more multilingual by working on their English. I would love to share conversation with them. I’ll update on the last Friday of the month, March 29.

In the meantime, today I’m remembering the Portuguese I learned in Brazil last month with this elfchen. These are the words I said the most during my week there!

Eu
não falo
português, mas eu
gosto disso. Bom dia,
Amigo

I
don’t speak
Portuguese, but I
like this. Good morning,
Friend.

Poetry Friday – Dragons

Today is Poetry Friday and Laura Purdie Salas is hosting. Thank you, Laura, and Congratulations on publication of your new sweet Oskar’s Voyage.

This sculpture will be on display this year for the year of the dragon at the Desert Hills Outlet Malls in Cabazon, California.

It was a cold and cloudy day at the mall today. This dragon statue called to me from across the way. I went over to get a good glimpse, and take its picture.

Now I’m sitting here Thursday evening listening to the rain fall on my roof, reading my Lunar New Year postcards again, enjoying each one. Thank you, all who participated.

Dragons

What has happened
to the dragon’s reputation?
When I was a child,
dragons were one dimensional,
storied only to be slain.
It was quaint.
The good guy
slayed the dragon
and saved the princess.

Now, the world
has far too many dragons
that need slaying,
so princesses
and good guys alike
have a little dragon blood
in their veins
to set the world on fire
with hope and humanity.