Could The Whole World Just Halt For Five Minutes And Let Goldfinch And Me Get Off At This Stop Please?

Had to say au revoir to Goldfinch and climb on the train…and now I am back in London sulking.  Partly sulking because today was a perfect day and I didn’t want it to end.  But partly for another reason which I will enlarge upon.

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Photo credit: pasja1000 @ pixabay.com

The second reason I am sulky is that everywhere we went today there were people.  It is summer after all, and now that the World Cup is over and Wimbledon Tennis Championships and everything else that kept people on the sofa or at the pub seems to have evaporated…people are out at National Trust properties again – in large groups.  In addition Goldfinch has two housemates who we have to be considerate of and Goldfinch confessed he had not done any tidying up.  So I was not allowed anywhere near the man-cave today.

We did have a lovely day…we went to a beautiful location and had a lovely meal and afterwards ate triple chocolate cheesecake.  Goldfinch was just as wonderful and gorgeous as ever.  But there just seemed to be always someone there, spoiling every “moment” between us.

There was one brief moment inside the little music-room adjoining Florence Nightingale’s bedroom (at her sister’s house in Claydon, Buckinghamshire) where there was finally just he and I.  But it did not last for long.

I just wanted to curl up in a hammock holding tight to Goldfinch and listen to his voice all afternoon, rather than be squeezed into corners by large groups of National Trust visitors.  I wanted to have him all to myself and gaze into his eyes rather than being asked to move out of the way while somebody else took a photo.

So for these reasons, I have come back a tiny bit sulky (which is also probably because it is past midnight and I have been awake since 4.30am).  I saw this photo from from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith and I thought…that’s where I would like to have been with Goldfinch – and please forgive me for being anti-social, but I would just want it to be he and I with no one else.

Could the whole world just halt for five minutes and let Goldfinch and me get off at this stop please?  This location would be just perfect for us.  You don’t have to be an esthete to appreciate why I would want to be at this stunning location on my own with Goldfinch…although we would need a larger hammock – is that a hammock?  Teresa Grabs I have no idea what is hanging from the tree, I am only guessing from something I picked up on in your post that it might be some kind of hammock, but please forgive me if I am totally wrong.

Goldfinch is a self-proclaimed hedonist and an esthete.  I have been a bit scared of these aspects to his character because they are absent from my own personality.  But today I finally understood…and tomorrow when I am not fighting to keep my eyes open, I will explain what it was that made me understand him better than ever today.

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via Esthete — Word of the Day Challenge

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Rainbow Fields Forever

I don’t know what has got into me…I am feeling overly romantic – must be missing Goldfinch way too much!  I very rarely attempt poetry because I am pathetic at it.  But as soon as I saw this picture prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith, it started to play on my mind…and here I have something that could loosely be described as a poem because there are rhyming elements and it is all mushy and vague.

Sorry to all true poets who will surely be horrified by my definition of poetry.  Here is my offering in response to Worth A Thousand Words #2.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/18/worth-a-thousand-words-2/

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Photo Credit: DeltaWorks @ Pixabay.com

Rainbow Fields Forever

Big bright blue intense

I’m lost in his gaze

Eye to eye contact

Has me in a daze

I am looking deep into his eyes

And all I see is rainbow fields forever

 

Warm mellow rhythmic

His comforting sound

Hearing his whisper

Has me quite spell-bound

I am listening to his voice

And all I hear is rainbow fields forever

 

Honeyed pine manly

I breathe in his scent

Scarf, pillow, sheet and

Wherever he went

I am craving his aroma

And all I smell is rainbow fields forever

 

Tender, gentle, kind

Wrapped in him I stand

My joy’s overflowing

Walking hand in hand

I cling to my loved one

And all I feel is rainbow fields forever

 

His lips meet my own

I’ve longed for his kiss

Lingering tingle

Leaves me in sheer bliss

His embraces make me breathless

And all I taste is rainbow fields forever

 

 

Romantic Railways

Even though I am rather tired of travelling after these last couple of weeks…I am on the verge of booking yet another train ticket so that I can go and see my lovely Goldfinch on Sunday.

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I miss him so much!!!  He was working in the North East of England today and because he could not speak on the phone, we sent a string of texts to each other about the weekend – our plans are not concrete yet, as we both have a lot we need to do.  I have to work Saturday and I am supposed to be spending time with some friends here in London who I have not seen for a long while.  But, I am longing to be with Goldfinch again.  It is much too long!

But in a very romantic moment, one of my text messages to Goldfinch was rather mushy:

YOU KNOW ME…IF YOU WANT ME TO BE WITH YOU, I WILL DROP ANYTHING AND ANYONE, I WILL REARRANGE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE.  TRAIN, COACH, PLANE, BICYCLE…I WILL GET TO YOU WHENEVER YOU TELL ME TO.  MISS YOU SO MUCH IT ACHES.  CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I HAVE NEEDED YOU.

I mean, goodness, I had no idea I had it in me to be so very soppy.  In reality, it would be a train that would take me to him.  There is no way I am cycling 102 miles – I would have one majorly sore behind if I did.

Missing Goldfinch, feeling overly romantic, inspired by the photo prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith…I am going to throw in one of my favourite train scenes.  How incredibly romantic a railway setting can be!  We watched “North and South” when I went to see a very dear friend up north who has cancer.  Her husband arranged an afternoon tea-party for us, and then he disappeared to watch football with some friends so we could watch chick flicks together.  He is a good one.

 

 

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You Caught My Eye

Of all the stars in all the sky

You are the one that caught my eye

No matter how bright others shine

You’re the one I want to be mine

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Photo credit: NASA and JPL

It is late on Sunday night and I should be in bed, but logging into WordPress I find tantalizing writing prompts that are going to keep me away from sweet sleep for a few minutes while I try to produce a post that will not be too much of a disappointment.

I have been away for the weekend visiting Goldfinch and I have some photos and things to share with you…but after I have had a good sleep!  But on the whole, it was a weekend of leisure and pleasure.

My appreciation for the value of sleep is tearing me away from my laptop…but may I promise you I have been working on posts that I have been dreading for some time…posts about Caramel the events that bamboozled her and led to her being crushed.

Goldfinch gave me his very frank opinion of my ex-flatmate this evening.  My head is still reeling a little.  But when I was walking through the restaurant in search of the ladies to go and wipe my tear- stained eyes, I heard this song playing from the speakers.  I thought it was a lovely thought to end my weekend on.

Goodnight for now…

 

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/02/worth-a-thousand-words-30/

FOWC with Fandango — Tantalizing

via Leisure — Word of the Day Challenge

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Where Do You Go?

Where do you go?

When I can’t find you and can’t reach you –

Where do you go?

Why shouldn’t I be worried about you?

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Photo by: Matthew Henry

Thank you to  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith for another picture prompt.  When I first saw it, I thought of the late nights I have had recently, walking back home through London streets after finishing at 1am in the morning.  Then I thought about the anxiety someone might feel for a loved one who is out in the wee hours of the morning and does not account for their movements.  But I have to start work soon, and it is going to be another marathon day.

For the past two weeks, I have felt as if I was constantly chasing my tail and due to my spare time being so limited, my blog posts became shorter and had less “interesting” content.  In addition, I missed out on several word and picture prompts.  Nevermind hey!  Not many of us can afford the time to produce something worth readiing for every single writing prompt that appears.

This week, I have tried to be clever by preparing a few posts well in advance and scheduling them to be published during the week to come.  I felt it was my only option because I was doing extra shifts to cover the holidays of colleagues at work. Being able to schedule the publishing of posts is great, but it does mean missing out on a lot of the fantastic prompts out there.  Shame hey!

Some of the other branches I’m working at to cover holidays are eerily quiet at times.  I have realized it is quite acceptable to spend the quiet times reading a book or writing in a notepad.  So, it turns out I have been able to be fairly productive this week.  I’ll just have to type up my scrawlings at some point.

What I am really struggling with though is keeping up with other bloggers’ posts.  I am sorry.  If you think I am being rude and not checking out your posts despite the fact you continually support me, please please do send me a comment along the lines of:

“Oy! Caramel – you have not stopped by for a while!”

I promise you I will make your site my priority in my long catch-up list.  I am sorry if I have neglected supporting other bloggers.  My time has been evaporating at an alarming rate these past two weeks!  So please do shout out if I have been overlooking your posts.

Well we all have lives to lead…so I am sure you will understand this predicament only too well, and relate to how it feels to know you are not keeping up with other bloggers as much as you would like to.  I look forward to my schedule settling down a bit, so I get back into a routine that allows me to be a better blogger and support other bloggers more.

 

 

 

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/30/worth-a-thousand-words-29/

It’s Usually The Male Of The Species Who Make The Effort

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When I first saw this picture prompt from  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith I was bowled over by how  pretty spectacular this little chappy is – I am sure you would agree.

I had in my head a little short story…basically along the lines of how the males of many species are the more colourful and go to the most effort to win a mate…whereas, it often seems the other way around with humans!

I had this story in my mind, but to tell the story I thought I needed to mention what kind of creature he actually is.  I sent a message to Teresa (aka The Haunted Wordsmith) to ask what kind of creature it is.  She said it is a peacock mantis shrimp.  Google helped me find two fascinating articles on the peacock mantis shrimp.  The first was from National Geographic and the second was from Awake!

“This otherworldly creature, a mantis shrimp, was photographed in the waters of Indonesia’s Lembeh Strait. The shrimp feeds by smashing open its prey with a force that can break a pane of glass, and its darting bulbous eyes are thought to be the most complex in nature.”

– NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC

The Eye of the Peacock Mantis Shrimp

 The peacock mantis shrimp, found on Australia’s Great Barrier Reef, is equipped with the most complex eyesight in the animal kingdom. “It really is exceptional,” says Dr. Nicholas Roberts, “outperforming anything we humans have so far been able to create.”

Consider: The peacock mantis shrimp can perceive polarized light and process it in ways that humans cannot do. Polarized light waves may travel along a straight line or rotate in a corkscrew motion. Unlike other creatures, this mantis shrimp not only sees polarized light in both its straight-line and corkscrew forms but is also able to convert the light from the one form to the other. This gives the shrimp enhanced vision.

DVD players work in a similar way. To process information, the DVD player must convert polarized light aimed at a disc into a corkscrew motion and then change it back into a straight-line format. But the peacock mantis shrimp goes a step further. While a standard DVD player only converts red light​—or in higher-resolution players, blue light—​the shrimp’s eye can convert light in all colours of the visible spectrum.

Researchers believe that using the peacock mantis shrimp’s eye as a model, engineers could develop a DVD player that plays discs with far more information than today’s DVDs. “What’s particularly exciting is how beautifully simple it is,” says Roberts. “It works much, much better than any attempts that we’ve made to construct a device.”

-AWAKE!

And…thinking back to the story I had in mind originally…I wouldn’t mind if more men put a bit more effort into finding a mate – a bit like the spectacular peacock mantis shrimp!  Let’s allow Sir David Attenburough to talk us through it.

Typical…my story has vanished, because I am distracted by something amazing I have learnt about a creature I never knew about before.  I am sure my story would not have done any justice to this incredible and quite marvellous creature.  Thanks Teresa…for a picture prompt that has opened my eyes to something rather awe-inspiring!

 

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It Will Never Stand Up In Court

Today’s picture prompt from  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith:

The prosecution’s case depended on the testimony of an eye-witness to 483 individual acts of piracy, kidnapping and theft, as well as an array of other allegations.

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The defense lawyer smiled, he knew the witness would not even be allowed in court, let alone be asked to raise his wing and swear on the holy scriptures that he was telling the whole truth…

His client Captain Black Beard had nothing to fear from his turncoat parrot.  The defence lawyer could only guess what kind of bonus he would receive from his client after the trial was over.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/28/worth-a-thousand-words-27/