A summertime family reunion
Means mayhem and confusion
In-laws in abundance and profusion
All is happy might be an illusion
But everyone survived with nary a contusion
And in conclusion
Had a successful family reunion
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My poem this week’s a little late
Because I couldn’t concentrate
Busy looking at the weather
I couldn’t get my thoughts together
This weekend: Memorial Day
Is supposed to be for summer play
But in Vermont it’s been so cold
That on Saturday it was so bold
As to snow!
So there you go
My concentration was destroyed
But rather than to be annoyed
I decided it was kind of nice
A bit of winter, at least a slice
It’s warming up again today
Back to what you expect in May
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It is May, and so that means
I’m figuring out my Vermont schemes
The lake is thawed, our shack is calling
So I tell Hubby, let’s not be stalling
We’ll pack up the car with all our loot
Hubby will plan our two-day route
We can’t go ‘till the coast is clear
By that I mean no frost-warning fear
Like tonight, it will be twenty-seven degrees
The shack has no heat, and I don’t like to freeze
The pipes will freeze, too, if too soon we arrive
And so we postpone that very long drive
Memorial Day should be a good time
Spring comes late to Vermont, but is always sublime
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A shoe you might say
Doesn’t make a good planter
Well then, I tell you
Take a trip to Atlanta
You’ll see orchids growing
In stiletto shoes
A fantastical sight
To ward off the blues
The show’s only there
For a short time
But the orchid house itself
Is truly sublime
Where, you ask
Can I see this show?
The Botanical Gardens
So now you know
And while you’re there
Check out the whole place
Lots of great plants
In each possible space
I got lots of ideas
Of things I can do
And yes, but of course
I’ll put dirt in a shoe
And fill it with something
But an orchid likely not
I have a green thumb
But with orchids I rot
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Road Trip!
Well, sort of, anyway. I’m embarking on my very first blog tour. The fabulous Bella over at Cozy Mystery Book Reviews is my travel agent, and she’s arranged a whole week of Cindy Blackburn and the Cue Ball Mysteries on the web. I’ll be stopping at the following places this week, so please come by and leave a comment or two. Traveling alone is no fun.
Monday, February 4 – Lily Pond Reads
Tuesday, February 5 – Melina the Reader
Wednesday, February 6 – Read Your Writes Book Reviews
Thursday, February 7 – Saph’s Book Blog
Friday, February 8 – Tess Tipton at Cozy Mystery Book Reviews
Saturday, February 9 – Brooke Blogs
Sunday, February 10 – Cozy Up With Kathy
Moved yesterday, and the bed
Has yet to arrive
So we’re sleeping on a futon mattress
I think we will survive
I may be a little crazy
Okay, so make that a lot
But I kinda like sleeping on the floor
It’s like camping, but then it’s not
Betty the cat likes it also
She is purring next to me
As long as she’s got a soft blanket
That is all she needs
Hubby’s a little bigger than us
This morning he says he is sore
His hip fell off the edge last night
For a mattress he needs a bit more
The bed arrives tomorrow
Tables, and chairs, and a couch
We’ll settle in more normally then
And Hubby can stop saying ouch.
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Weirdest Christmas ever
Our Charleston ties we are about to sever
The timing of this is anything but clever
Moving on December twenty-six
A stupider date we could not have pixed
My body and brain will need to be fixed
We’re packing up boxes
With fragiles and sockses
Is this one full of heavy rockes?
What was I thinking?
I swear I had not been drinking
That box over there seems to be clinking
Now the bookshelves are done
That’s one victory won
But packing up the kitchen will not be much fun
Tomorrow we tackle the shed
A chore I truly do dread
And through it all the cat clamors to be fed
Christmas Eve will be the final packing
Arranging thing as we are taping and stacking
The holiday spirit I seem to be lacking
The movers will arrive at nine
I sure hope all will be fine
Moving on Boxing day ought to be a crime
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I’m not sitting on the dock of the bay
But this will certainly do
I have a ninth-floor hotel room
With a lovely ocean view
I left my home in Carolina
For a weekend in Daytona, F. L.
Hubby has a conference
And tagging along sounded swell
A flock of pelicans just flew by
And the tide is rolling in
I think I’ll rent a bicycle
And take it for a spin
Hours resting my bones
Or walking in the morning sun
Roaming away from home
Can be a lot of fun
But now the weekend’s ending
I remember I cannot stay
I wave goodbye to the pelicans
And the tide is rolling away
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This past weekend I was at the Writers Police Academy–a conference where we mystery writers get to learn what real cops do. I have never spent so much time thinking about decomposing bodies. Here are a few shots (No real bodies, I promise).
A big gang of us on our way to hunt for the “shallow grave.”
We found it! Check out the dummy’s hand.
Lee Child and Marcia Clark were pretty intrigued, too.
Here’s a shoot out with the bad guys. No, we weren’t allowed to pet the dog, but he sure was cute!
And as if that weren’t enough for one week, I’m heading to the Writer’s Police Academy tomorrow for a fun-filled weekend learning about what real cops do. It’s a hands-on workshop, which means I will most definitely make a fool of myself. I’ll post some pics as soon as I’ve blundered my first pretend investigation.
The world is Betty’s oyster
She wants to see it all
Mention of a road trip
And she knows she’ll have a ball
Betty is a cat who
Likes to be on the go
Her whiskers get all twitchy
And her tail swishes to and fro
She hops into her cat carrier
And we put her in the car
But she meows to be set free
Before we’ve gotten very far
After poking around the back seat
She’s ready for a nap
The sun shining through the windshield
She settles on passenger’s lap
When the car stops for gas
Betty knows her place
With no prompting from her people
She re-enters her carrier space
At the hotel eventually we arrive
And Betty approves the room
After a brief stop at her litter box
Around and around she zooms
She finds a cozy window sill
Where she presides during the day
She enjoys her new surroundings
While her people go out to play
The road trip over and done with
Her cat carrier tucked away
Betty rests up on her home turf
Ready to travel some other day