Friday Photo -on a Saturday

One idea I’ve had to fill the week is sharing a photo. In my ‘travels,’ I see odd, quirky, funny, or sweet. Why not show you?

The alliteration works better on a Friday, so ignore that it’s really Saturday.

Believe it or not, this was hanging from the roof of a rather humble, indoor archery range.

This is a taxidermied turkey (thanks, Norah). …but, why?

©2022 Chel Owens

The First-Ever 2022 Blog Update!

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I’ve been absent lately, in an unofficial fashion. Since this has been due to life and its overwhelming responsibilities -furthermore, since no one has gone looking for me in a panic- I can only presume that: either everyone is equally engaged, or everyone understands that I am not only engaged but have married and sired six children.

If you are feeling like panicking, this post is meant to deter that.

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I am still alive. My family is alive and kicking. I’ve come through the holidays, have declared a word, and have been mentally planning what to do for this blog.

I intend to include:

  • More creative stories, although they may be short.
  • More off-the-cuff posts as was my wont before COVID-19 hit.
  • Poetry, naturally.
  • Reviews of favorite books and movies.
  • Updates on COVID-19 conditions, as necessary.
  • A contest, or many. I’d love to award literal prizes.
  • Quotes. I love me my quotes.
  • Guest posts. PLEASE!
  • Wrap-ups of my Tour of Utah and mystery series, and promises I’ve made to bloggers to read their works.

If you made it this far, maybe you’d consider helping:
1. What would you like to read? Why do you come around here?
2. Would you be a guest blogger?
3. Would you be a guest host for a contest or writing prompt?
4. Is there anything I haven’t listed that you’d like me to write about?

Thank you for joining me on consider the current chaos.

Good Ole Bill…. Thanks, GIPHY

Hopefully, I’ll squeeze out a plan for the year and get back with you. In the meantime, please do answer my questions.

©2022 Chel Owens

Do You Sense What I Sense?

Said the husband as she burnt the ham
Do you smell what I smell?
(Do you smell what I smell?)
It’s charred, it’s charred; the oven’s all alight
With the men here to fi’re fight
With the men, here, to fi’re fight.

Said the slow man to his pride and joy
Do you taste what I taste?
(Do you taste what I taste?)
A smoke, a musk making us both wheeze
With eyes red and nose set to sneeze.
With eyes red, and nose set to sneeze.

Said the man to whom he’d vowed to cling
Do you feel what I feel?
(Do you feel what I feel?)
A fire, a fire burns the whole household
Let us run out; stop, drop, and roll
Let us run out; stop, drop, and roll.

Said the firechief to neighbors, stopped to stare
Listen to what I shout!
(Listen to what I shout!)
The man, his wife really aren’t that bright
They thought smoked ham needs firelight
Now, their house is qu-ite the sight!

And to ah-all, have a good night!

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©2021 Chel Owens

Yet Another Update

Just so’s you all know, I’m going in for a scheduled C-Section this Tuesday, November 2nd.

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I’ll be recovering for an estimated six weeks. Since I’m barely keeping up with the blog and everyone’s fantastic posts as it is, you probably won’t notice my erratic writings and visits while I heal.

Here’s to a good delivery and full recovery!

©2021 Chel Owens

Oh, the Blog.

Y’know, I never thought I’d feel this way. I read others who wrote about leaving blogdom for one reason or another and thought, “Why?” Why leave when you have followers, a creative outlet, and interesting posts from all your friends?

Now I know: life.

Granted, my life has not been interesting before this point. I haven’t had much to do. Further, I had no one to talk to about it. I can’t say the same is true anymore -which is, actually, a very healthy thing. No longer alone in a large house with only my dishes and children; I now have a smaller house, a job, at least one friend to whom I can say anything, a good marriage, and waaaaay too many things to do all day. Oh, and I still have the children.

…In terms of organization, this post is getting ahead of itself. Let’s start with an updated list:

  1. I’m still pregnant. As far as I know, the baby is doing swimmingly. Perhaps he’s doing kickingly.
    Thanks to my delivery history, I will schedule a C-Section. We’re looking at November 2. This date draws ever nearer each day.
  2. We’ve moved house and sold our other. I don’t talk about where I live, specifically, much. I’d like for angry mobs to not be able to find us. It is very important to tell you all that our new digs are much less finished or updated than our last, however. In fact, our last house was BRAND NEW and this one is more along the lines of Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, pre-remodel.
  3. I still work as a lunchlady assistant but will be retiring soon due to being due.
  4. I have even less time for blogging than I’ve ever had before.

In light of these facts but despite what I said at the beginning of this post, I will not be running away.

Repeat: I’m staying.

Out of necessity, I will be changing my writing schedule. This, sadly, includes not running a poetry contest. I feel the greatest loss at this conclusion, since I love encouraging poetry and love all the excellent writings you have shared.

And for you, Carol: fajita, frijole; hickory (in my defense, you and your followers named every food that has ‘k’ in it); galia (melon), scallion; edamame, jambu, mamey; tinda, ortanique, pignoli, uni; (and for this week) mahonia (berries), roe, and acorn….

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©2021 Chel Owens

Hey! Wilhelmina’s Back, and Matt’s Reading Her Aloud!

I’m still on break, so don’t tell anyone, BUT my good friend, Matt Snyder of Prolific Potpourri, has started reading my Wilhelmina Winters series for his Short Story Saturdays.

Wil was the first series I wrote; I even started her on Twofacebook before I found the better world of blogging. She’s what I always wanted my imagination to be like, what I experienced in middle school, and an attempt at my understanding one of my sons.

https://aprolificpotpourri.art/2021/07/31/short-story-saturday-wilhelmina-winters-chapter-one-from-the-desk-of-the-mouse/

I’m so excited for Matt to read these! Enjoy!

Blogging Break. Oh, Baby.

This is it: my official post marking my break from blogging for a while. I couldn’t even officially officialize the break back when I said I would, which might clue my loyal readers in to the extent of my attention, energy, and current workload.

Speaking of:

•#6 Pregnancy is going well. We’ve double-checked, and this one is most definitely a boy. Again.

It’s aliiiiiive.

•The house move is progressing slooooowwwlllly. It’s like I have no energy and feel sick all the time or something. I keep -optimistically- telling people we’ll be out of this house and into the next within a month or two. Problem is, the house we’re aiming for is a fixer-upper. We’d be more motivated if, say, the swamp cooler were working.
…Yes, I said “swamp cooler.” Yes, I said it’s not working. Don’t even get me started on the pages and pages the house inspector gave us when we were in the purchasing process…

My poetry post is going wonderfully over at Carrot Ranch. It’s a monthly installment, titled Anyone Can Poem. No matter your perceived skill level, I encourage everyone to try any of the challenges. Thank you to everyone who has visited already.

•I tried my hand at the new-fangled audio-posting option with “I Cannot See My Feet No More.” Check it out if you’re curious how I sound.

•I will visit all the blogs I can over the next few days.

•Finally, as is my tradition, here are some of my friends you ought to visit (and follow):

  1. Hobbo of Hobbo’s Poems. A very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very (etc.) good poet of silly, whimsical types. He really, really, really, really, really, really needs to publish because his work is better than what makes it to print. I’m serious, Hobbo.
  2. My new friend, Bossybabe. She’s hilarious to read and I love her comments on my (few and far-between) posts.
  3. Willow, another very nice friend, who writes a variety of stories and prompts and poems.
  4. The excellent proprietor of Opal’s Farm, Gregory Joel. Besides details about that community garden, Gregory slips in the occasional post about life.
  5. Denny the caffeinated athlete. Someday, I’ll be back to running as well.
  6. Rethinking Scripture -who is really a dude dealing with life and advancing the cause for mental illness awareness.
  7. Frank Hubeny, another excellent poet who likes mixing religious themes in his work.
  8. The ever clever Obbverse, who mostly bends his wit to poetry.
  9. Pete Springer, whose book I discussed a bit ago. He’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.
  10. Herb, another great, down-to-earth guy.

And, actually, many more! Visit my Awards posts for more, or stalk my comments sections. I couldn’t ask for a better group than the friends I’ve made through blogging.

©2021 Chel Owens