Club High Castle Pre-Pandemic

When your day-to-day muse refuses to cooperate, but you desperately want to share your Friday's adventure, write a poem. I stared long and hard at the exhausted pile of "I-can't-think" drivel on my word document before I gave up and started playing around. It's a good thing I never grew up, for here is Burgers and Breweries: ‘Twas a grand olde Friday, brewing with adventure. A hearty steed with a coat of red Brought us to the coveted Terrapin Hall. Bracelets of blue were bestowed upon us To give us entry and to reveal The flavor of the hall’s most precious wares. Tree Hugger, Monk’s Revenge, Hopsecutioner, and Maggie’s Farmhouse too. Delicious they were, and not a drop was wasted. When our thirst was well quenched And our hunger gnawed, We embarked on a quest In search of the best. We wanted a choice meal. Nothing serves better than burgers and fries. Amidst the music downtown, Nestled in a tiny nook, Lay a l

I’ve been on the Internet several times this week in failed attempts to find myself a blog prompt. It’s amazing how illusive one’s muse can be at times. At one point, I had an empty word document open for 30 minutes. The only thing I managed to type was the date.  Today’s lunch break googling proved fruitful. I stumbled on a prompt that said something to the effect of “When someone does something embarrassing to the effect of humiliating themselves, do you sympathize and feel embarrassed too?”  It is time to take a trip down memory lane! In short, my answer is “Yes.”  I was thirteen or fourteen at the time. My older sister had a knack for making sure we got to church every Sunday.   One Sunday morning, my little gang of church friends and I had taken our regular pews in the sanctuary. We liked to rush to the first two pews on the left side before the adults got there because those pews had first dibs on the flags, tambourines, and streamers. I was all about waving the purp

It seems that I need to get back on track with my regular Sunday posts! I don't want to leave this hanging in the wind, so I'm updating it on a cloudy Monday evening. The temperature feels like a cool, lazy Spring evening...Well, I'm happy with anything that keeps my A/C in the "off" position. Whenever I turn it on, it likes to devour green paper. To make up for my lapse, here is a pic spam update! Two Minds This was originally supposed to be Babylon 5 fanart, but it looks vague enough to be whatever you want it to be. Why is he looking at an alternate version of himself? Is it his twin? Why does the one on the left look so determined while the one on the right has tears in his eyes? Whatever the case is, you will have to decide! It's a snake! This is why I need to avoid craft stores. When I saw the pretty, black glass snake, I had to buy it! I have it on a black leather strand right now. For you fellow Harry Potter fans: yes, my immediate tho