When You Read Me

 

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When you read me

I feel so beautiful

 

It’s this surreal thing

an intimacy

a happening

 

It’s pure desire

an eternal Spring

your mind reading mine

 

I rejoice in you

seeing me

 

You gift me part of you

a precious piece

I love to need

When you read me

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©justagirllost2 

*photo mine

*a re-post, always relevant and always am I filled with joy, when you read me  🙂

Happy November 🍂 🍁 🌾

My oldest daughter and her boyfriend brought over 4 pumpkins on Halloween night. As always, they were running a bit late, so we decided to carve them up the next evening.  Everyone went trick or treating while I sat outside giving out halloween candy while the mosquitoes munched on me.

The next night they came over again and we searched the internet for stencils, printed them out and got to work.  Cleaning out the insides was really messy.  We saved all the seeds to bake later.  Pumpkin seeds are supposed to be really good for you.

We used a pumpkin carving knife set to start and added a few weird instruments from the kitchen, like an ice pick and a nut thing-a-ma-diddy that helped.  It’s HARD to carve those gourds!

But, I believe we did some excellent pumpkin carvings and I wanted to share them.

🙂

 

*Lulu before the pumpkins were carved.  She loved them for some reason and was rolling around them, marking her territory of kitty love.

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*Working on the pumpkins.  

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*Carved pumpkins!!!  From left to right:  an Alien (mine) a Bunny (Abby & Jacob’s) a Jack-O-Lantern Face (Chloe’s) and the last one is supposed to be Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead (Nick’s)

Happy November y’all!  🍂 🍁 🌾 

 

~©justagirllost2

*Top photo found on Pinterest, other photos mine

Maggie, our new kitty

This is Maggie, my youngest daughter’s new kitten.

Maggie loves to play and sleep all day

I hope she stays that way, except the meowing

a bit too loudly at night…

that’s my sleeping time

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©justagirllost2

To A Cat

by Jorge Luis Borges

 Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand.
 You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time.
 You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

A Cat Named Bob

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This is one of our 2 cats, Bob.

Bob is about 13, pretty old for a cat.

Bob meows “Hi!” back to me every time I say, “Hi, Bob!”

Bob sleeps a LOT!

Abby, my oldest daughter, found Bob as a kitten.

She named Bob.

Bob, used to be a boy cat ’til the day we saw she was a girl cat.

 

The moral?

Human ignorance makes for awkward cat names

oh, and make sure to Always check carefully ‘under the hood’… meow

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PS:  I showed my daughter, Abby, this post.  She said I had it all wrong.  She said that she named the cat BOB because it looked like a BOBCAT.  ( we all also thought BOB was a girl, but I had to clarify)

©justagirllost2 ~ M. Mendez

*photo mine

She’s Purple Haze & Mean Reds

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Some days

she’s all mean Reds

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She’s unmarked graves

of past regrets

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She’s Apple blossoms

not quite dead

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Just a purple haze

of a girl

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thoughts

swirling ’round and ’round

her dizzy head

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Love and Lust

and

words unsaid
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©justagirllost2~ Monique M.

*photo mine