The Real Me She cared for me I knew she did but I thought it was the Me of her dreams that she cared for not the Me I knew. But now I wonder if the me of her dreams was real me and the other was my imagining.
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Chimney “Be careful of the chimney.” I was warned when contemplating the ridge walk. It was a steep walk up but I saw no chimney and had no problem with the ridge. The mist was such I saw nothing at all. On a clear day, I walked it again. It was easier in the mist the huge chimney was precipitous. Sometimes it’s better not to see a monster. https://www.steeljackdaw.com/blog/edition15-is-published-tyl64-76rt6
A Dormouse Dreams “Let me out, let me out!” cried the dormouse. “I don’t want to live in a teapot, not even in a dream! Let me out, let me out before the water boils for tea!” “Boiled dormouse! Now that could be a tasty morsel” Hatter said thoughtfully. “But would it be worth the risks of mousicide? We must consider” All nodded in agreement. “Let me out, let me out!” cried the dormouse. “Escape is difficult.” said the March Hare, “To escape you must go back, through the glass like she did,” nodding towards Alice, “but backwards and as we know, time only moves forwards.” All nodded in agreement. “It’s getting late,” said the White Rabbit. “But where is the glass, there is no glass!” cried the Dormouse. All nodded in agreement. “It’s time for tea!” cried the White Rabbit. And time waits for no one, not even a mouse. https://istanbulmasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/05/11/delightful-duet-by-lynn-white-a-dormouse-dreams-a-timely-revolution/
A Timely Revolution “I’m late, I’m late again”, said the White Rabbit staring at his pocket watch with exasperation. He turned the minute hand back a little and perused the new time with satisfaction. He knew the effect would be limited, that there would be no revolution in time unless he could turn back the hands on all the clocks everywhere, but it made him feel better briefly. He had pondered this issue many times. He knew that the revolutions of clocks and watches were irrelevant to it’s passing, which made him feel better about his manipulation. Philosophically speaking, he knew that he could change the time. He could break the watch and freeze it. Break all the wheels that revolved inside. Smash them to smithereens. But even then, even when broken, he knew the wheels of time would keep turning, that even given time, there would be no timely revolution. The wheels would still turn time after time. https://istanbulmasticadores.wordpress.com/...
Sister Millicent The teapot was full catering size perfect for the church function where I first met Sister Millicent. She was balancing it on her head. Her eyes were uplifted so were her lips. It was her party trick. I didn’t know nuns did such things. Later I watched as she learned to jive to the music of Elvis and Eddie, blushing as the new curate twirled her this way and that. She wasn’t very good but we applauded with smiles - except for Father Laycock who’d never been known to smile. The Hokey Cokey was more her style. “Oh Hokey Pokey poke ye,” she sang, elbows poking anyone close, hips wiggling, skirts lifted as she kicked her legs high in an enthusiastic can can. I didn’t know nuns did such things. https://macramelit.com/articles/sister-millicent/
Buttons I loved playing with the buttons in Grandma Kirk’s button box. She wasn’t my real grandma but mum’s friend who had a Fish and Chip Shop and make pegged rag rugs cut from strips of old clothes. We had several. She gave them to friends like us. I loved to play with the bright buttons carefully cut from everyone’s old clothes. When she died I inherited her button box. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/05/summer-promises.html
