The Texting Test

I’ve had a few now in my life,

Some are happy. Some cause strife,

Most are merely info passed,

With something someone wants broadcast,

A quick, efficient way to snoop,

By asking questions in your group,

I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, my friends

I’m talking ‘bout the texts we send…

My son-in-law first showed me how,

Soon chatting was the cat’s meow,

So easy just to type, then send,

No time on “How are you’s” to spend,

Just to the meat and then it’s done,

Of conversation, there is none,

Don’t get me wrong, I like to talk,

While we sit, or take a walk,

But sometimes all you need’s a phrase,

To inform or to liaise…

But I’ll stop there, you’ve had enough,

I’ll get to more important stuff,

The question asked, I’ll answer next

What has been my favourite text?

There’ve been so many, long and short,

Some make my cry, some make me snort,

Yes, I would have to say that’s hard,

Perhaps I’ll leave it to The Bard,

For ‘brief’ and ‘clever’ are a hit,

And: ‘Brevity is the soul of wit!’

Karen asks, "Write for me, please?"

We write because we like to please!

And we love her, you know that’s true,

So this is what we writers do . . .

We craft a poem based on a theme,

With pencils, sharp, and eyes agleam,

Each month we write and have such fun

We can't wait for another one,

With TEXTS this month, how did I do?

Please go and see the others, too:

Baking In A Tornado

Messymimi’sMeanderings

 

Banff 2023

Ugh. Not these pants!

For over 30 years, the last week of August has been our family’s holiday time in Banff.

We move into our timeshare unit with the smooth custom of many, many years.

Everything is familiar.

Then the memories close comfortably in around us.

Our kids learning to swim in that pool.

Hiking the trails until they seemed like old friends.

Picnicking.

Shopping and talking and playing games.

Eating ice cream and Beaver Tails.

Playing some more games.

Watching movies together.

Biking.

In a word: Paradise.

30+ years makes for a lot of memories!

This year, our eldest son and his family were there with Grampa and Gramma.

They had a unit of their own right next door. So, we did what any family would do—moved their table into our apartment and with ours, used our front room as the community dining hall.

Allowing his family of eight-plus-one to spread out in their sleeping arrangements.

It was glorious! All meals were eaten together, and Gramma was in heaven.

But, as with any situation where a lot of people are co-habiting, there was the occasional…bump.

Six-year-old Granddaughter was feeling the stress of a lot of people in the near vicinity and woke up one morning (as my mother used to say) on the wrong side of the bed.

Her mother was trying to help her dress for the day and the topic of choice was the reason why she couldn’t wear the same pants she had been wearing for the previous two days.

Mom: “Why don’t you wear these pants instead?”

6YO: “I don't like those pants!”

Mom: “Then why did you pack them?”

6YO (Loudly): “I didn't!! Dad packed them because he called me and I wouldn't come!!!”

Sometimes the truth just sort of…spills out.

Hilariously.

Some more pictures:

Forest Wood Elf

The Crew

Our Newlyweds

More elves...

We do love our biking!

The gardens

Dreamt Up

 A certain woman had a dream,

(It happens quite a lot, it seems,)

But this one happened just before,

Her ann’versary came in the door,

Now, in this dream her Husby gave,

A box to her. And she did rave

Enthusiastically for a time,

She thought that it was so sublime,

She peeled the wrapping all aside…

And found another box inside.

This one, too, she opened fast…

Then found another, not the last.

This went on for quite a while,

As box-by-box, she made a pile.

Then finally, in the last, she found,

A diamond ring, with gold all crowned.

She put it on, admired it,

Then praised her husband for his wit…

When she awoke, she hurried to

Tell her Husby all she knew

About her dream, with hints galore,

Then Husby headed for the store!

The next day was the special one,

And he said, “For my Honey-Bun.”

Then handed her a gift-wrapped box,

Too big for underwear or socks,

She gave him back a great big grin,

Then took the box and started in

Unwrapping rather frenziedly,

Won’dring just what it could be!

Had Husby really paid some mind,

To all that she, his wife, outlined?

When she got the wrapping off,

Another box remained to doff,

And under that one, several more,

Oh, what could possibly be in store?

Her eagerness reached fever pitch,

And her eye began to twitch,

As box-by-box, she worked down to,

The final box. Oh, what a coup!

She knew the last one she had reached,

The final wrap at long last breached...

There was no ring. Instead, it seems

The book, ‘How to Interpret Dreams’.

Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week, just because it's mine,

We'll talk of Birthdays for a time

Thinking of joining us for Poetry Monday?

We'd love to welcome you!
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)

Dreams (September 25) Today!

Birthdays (October 2)

Family (October 9)

Dictionary (October 16)

Talk Shows (October 23)

Mischief (October 30)

Watermelon (November 6)

Grandma's Kitchen (November 13)

The Bus (November 20)

A Pet's Life (November 27)