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Letters to the Universe: Saturday Edition

Dear Six Word Saturday,
I must apologise for going well over the six words this week. Time has, unfortunately, had me elsewhere so I’m having to combine a couple of posts plus I’m still running late. So, for one week only (hopefully) Letters to the Universe is appearing on Saturday, in the Six Word Saturday slot. It gets very confusing.

Dear Blogland,
You may or may not have noticed that I haven’t posted for a couple of days. If you had, you’ve done much better than moi, as I’d ran out of scheduled posts due to time wrapping itself around me, and warping me into a completely unrecognisable state. It’s terrible when that happens. Still, I’m here now, with a rushed hybrid post.

Dear Blogland,
I refer you to my previous letter, with regards to visiting. I will be back on track soon. I promise. I hope.

Dear The Word Rawky,
You seem to be getting more of a name for yourself of late, with all the foggy, cold and damp weather we’ve been experiencing lately. It’s a pity that you aren’t heard in use very often… unless you are and I just haven’t heard you. Mind you, with me not watching the news, I also don’t get to see the weather forecasts either, so that is very possible.

Dear Juke,
Very nice to meet you, and I think you will fill a cat-shaped hole very nicely.

Dear Time,
Could you please please please slow down just a little bit? No sooner do I start something then I have to move onto something else. I know it’s good to keep busy, but this is just a tad ridiculous! Could you, I don’t know, add an extra hour here and there… or an extra day in the middle of Saturday and Sunday? Yes. The extra day there would be lovely, thank you.

Dear People Who Have Got Their Christmas Decorations Up Already,
Do you not think time is racing away as it is, without you starting Christmas in November? I know I add a few Christmassy bits and bobs on the First of December, but that is STILL in December. For now, though, you look very nice, even though you are early… and hopefully, you will remain that way by Christmas.

Dear Venus And Jupiter,
I’m sorry I have missed you this year. As usual, I have been looking the other way, and apparently you have been rising together, providing a spectacular sight in the morning sky. I must do more to be able to see you.

Dear Letters To The Universe,
I will do my very best to make sure you are posted on Friday next week.

And Finally, Dear Mornings,
As well as missing Venus and Jupiter, I also seem to be missing my first alarm of late. As I need to be up by 5:15 , hearing that first alarm is crucial. And with time behaving as it is, I can’t have another morning like the other day when I woke at 6:55. Luckily, I wasn’t late, but it was the rushiest rush ever! And yes, I know rushiest isn’t a word, but it should be!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. I mentioned Juke the Cat earlier, so thought I’d end this post with a little photo of him…

…well, he is just so deliciously cute I simply had to share!


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Well, Did You Guess…?

I think you did.

I hope you did.

I’d be so pleased if you did.

My latest poortrait was of Dame Edna herself, possums! Reading through your comments, I think you all gathered it was her anyway, but I just had to confirm it!

The photo I used for reference is the one in the middle. The first image is the un-tweaked painting, hardly becoming for a housewife megastar the such of Dame E., so I had to give it a little sparkle…

I shall be painting another poortrait soon… and who knows… it may be watercolour once again… or it may be acrylics on canvas. Canvas! I’m getting bold! Oh me. Oh my…!


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Wordle: Free Night Flight

Kiss the clouds and fly with me
Merge with my mind – come and see
We’ll relish the light of the silvery Moon
And the sting of the icy raindrops
Shiver and shimmy in the cold night air
Brass monkeys is fine when we’re free up there
Away from crime and grime and time
Strap in hold tight and away we go
We’ll fly so high we’ll find Orion’s Sword
And soar this way and that, chopping and changing
As we feel fit
The flight at night is like a leap of faith
And a free mind is all it takes