I wasn’t able to reblog this post https://theviewfromadrawbridge.com/2020/05/03/call-for-participants-n-n-1-the-quarantine-edition/ so I decided to get th word out this way.
I was happy to join Mr. Norm, Ms Anju, and Ms Lauren on another N-N-1. Perhaps you will participate the next time.
This picture and words came from Natalie at Wild Rivers Run South .
Grandma and Grandpa have a wonderful library.
I think they have every book they ever bought,
And some of my aunts’ and uncles’ as well.
It is an added benefit of living with them.
I can read what they read when they were my age.
Literature, science, biography, mysteries and more.
I see what influences they have had up ‘til today.
I know why they are like they are with me.
And they talk to me about life today,
With all of the problems in the world,
And how they see things. They say,
“It is Spring today. We can renew our hope.”
I love them so much.
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Grandma Julie and Grandpa John asked me to move in with them.
I think they were worried about me because I lost my job,
And I couldn’t pay my rent or buy food.
I was just sitting around feeling sorry for myself.
They show me unconditional love.
They always have; and I hope they always will.
No one else in my family has ever done that.
Not even my parents. And only a few friends.
So, I moved in with them four days past.
And now I worry about them.
They seem so old now.
I think it’s time I took care of them,
They are worried about COVID-19,
More than they will say. But I see it in their eyes.
Last night I heard Grandma crying.
She is afraid her friends will catch it.
She worries about friends, relatives, and Grandpa
More than she worries about herself.
I love my Grandma.
I love her unconditionally.
I came back home in time
For the blizzard to hit,
After four months in the barcode barn,
And two weeks with Grandpa John.
Grandpa and Grandma Julie, and Milo
Had visited me every week,
And Beatrice every other.
Uncle Arlo came once, but he was drunk.
They wanted to keep him, but he ran away.
Grandma Julie and Grandpa John bought me food,
Bottled water, and soft drinks.
Milo bought me bourbon, but
I poured it out when he left.
Beatrice bought me wine and I wept
When I told her I could’t drink it with her.
She said she understood
And kissed me when she left.
Now I’m home, and alone.
I missed the deadline for submitting a photo and words for the August N-N-1. I took a photo, but I could not finish an accompanying poem in time to submit. I am still trying to finish it. But you should not be deprived of seeing the blog published on This Labyrinth I Roam.
Our time and space travelling project is continuing to capture real-moments globally, allowing us to see and read about events we can’t currently be there for. And until they invent that teleportation device, we shall live vicariously through the N-N-1 phenomenon.
For those unfamiliar with the concept, go to the N-N-1 collaboration archive to get up to speed on all the cool posts you’ve missed.
Here’s what our global ambassadors have been up to this August.
“This lil teefer deserves a warm bed and warmer cuddles. After a long, exhausting day at the Ensenada shelter, these pictures give me the determination to do all I can. I hope that they will be out, surrounded by love and care. Soon.” – Princess Butter
“I’m beginning to think that the only way to beat the heat in this new global climate change reality of ours is to head north. So I decided to spend the first days of August in Vancouver, Canada, one of my favorite cities. This visit happened to coincide with the Celebration of Light in Vancouver. Each year, they have three countries compete in an international fireworks competition on 3 different nights. This year it was India, Canada and Croatia. We were there for Canada, and it was the most gorgeous display I’ve ever seen. It’s a wonderful way to take your mind off the temperature, but I tell you what, I wouldn’t want to be a dog in Vancouver at this time of year.” – Barb Abelhauser
“Our good friends Mary and George treated us to a weekend getaway in LaPorte, Indiana. Our wedding anniversaries are just a few months apart, and we were celebrating our mutual years together.
On Saturday, while the others were enjoying the inn’s swimming pool, I drove a few miles to my hometown of Rolling Prairie to see what changes had occurred since my last visit. There were quite a few. While there I drove past the first house that I remember living in. I took this picture.” – Norm Houseman
“Being the sort of person who has drifted from country to country for all her life, I never imagined I would get the opportunity to have family beyond those I shared DNA with. Then I met my partner. And then I met his family. I never realised how deeply I had fallen in love with all them – their quirks included. This weekend I got to spend time with them in their small village in the countryside of England and we got to soak up the sun, try some local craft beer, and just spend time basking in each other’s company. And now that I’ve felt these feelings, I can’t imagine going my whole life without having it. Isn’t that weird?” – AL
IF YOU OR YOUR FRIENDS WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS COLLABORATION, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE A COMMENT OR SEND ME AN EMAIL AT LABYRINTHIROAM@GMAIL.COM SO WE CAN SEND YOU REMINDERS FOR THE NEXT ONE. ❤
A group of fellow bloggers were sent an email a few days ago concerning the the next N-N-1 (a group project of photos and words). You can check this blog for previous examples. If you think you would like to join our group, here is the email I received:
From: cupitonians <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Hello, hello, hello,
Summer is well and truly here, and so is the season for another glorious N-N-1 post! While we’re all suffering enjoying the high heat of summer, perhaps we could take time to take a photo in the first weekend of August?
Days: 1st-4th August
Time: Any time you aren’t busy melting
I’ve left the days and times flexible as I understand most of us are living through a heatwave of sorts and so motivation could be up and down. The theme is also open!
I will send you a reminder closer to the date.
Have fun and let me know if you have any questions,
I have been sitting in
The shallow end
Of the nostalgia pool.
I am sure that as I grow older
I’ll move deeper and deeper
Until I have to stand
To keep from drowning.
Live is too full of now
To wrinkle your fingertips
Sitting in the past,
And remembering only the good things.
The bad things can also teach
And keep us humble.
We can all use more humility.
The other day on the telephone
I told Grandma Julie
How much I liked Grandpa John’s stories.
I told her he made me see things
Through his eyes
From so very long ago.
She laughed when I said it,
because it wasn’t so long ago
In their lives.
And then she told me
That I should take his stories
With a grain of salt.
She said that Grandpa John
Always added details that
Might not have happened.
Or that not every girl
Or woman swooned over him.
And she laughed again.
Then she said quietly
That the stories helped him forget
That those days will never return.
I need to ask him
To tell me more stories.
For the sake of both of us.
Grandpa John knew I was anxious to leave.
I wanted to go home to my second floor apartment
Above the hardware store,
But couldn’t because the water was still to high.
So he searched his mind to find more stories
To keep me from pacing around the room.
Grandpa told me about being in basic training
During his army days.
He told me going for a run every morning
When it was cold, just as the sun was coming up.
How he could feel and measure how his endurance
Increased as the days passed slowly by.
He told me about the teasing he received
From everybody in the barracks when he got letters
Doused in perfume from his girlfriend of the time,
And how one of those letters included her description
Of a dream she had about standing at an alter with him.
He said that letter dampened his romantic feelings for her.
Then, after checking that Grandma Julie wasn’t in the room,
He told me that he ran into that woman a year or so
After he came home, and found her much more mature
Than she had been, and more mature than him.
How he was still pretty much a punk,
And wondered what life would have been like with her.
I couldn’t tell if he was sad. I hope not.
I moved back home three days later.
I have been honored to offer this most recent N-N-1. Thank you to everyone who participated. I am already looking forward to the next one.
Princess Butter, whose blog is asplashofmylife.wordpress.com, has a short, but very sweet, entry for this N-N-1.
Barb Abelhauser has the wonderful blog theviewfromadrawbridge.com/ . She tells us about the change of season and of the change in her working conditions.
As a bridgetender in Seattle, the first Saturday in May is a pivotal one. This is the official opening day of boating season in the emerald city. Granted, you can boat all year ‘round, but today is a day of celebration. There are races and a boat parade, and thousands of Seattleites line the shores to celebrate spring.
It’s also the time of year when we start to have the spectacular weather that we try to keep secret from the rest of the country. So, yeah, people are out there on the water. I would be, too, if I had a boat instead of opening this bridge for them. They’re out there, and it seems as though they won’t touch dry land again until at least September.
As a bridgetender, two weeks ago I might have averaged 3 openings in a shift. Now, and for the next few months, it will be more like 10-15 openings. This is the time of year when I stop feeling guilty about my excellent pay and benefits, and actually start earning them. Talk about season changes!
This is a picture of today’s festivities from my perspective.
Miss Anju, also known as Cupitonian, whose blog is thislabyrinthiroam.blog is in India. She sent this picture and writing:
It’s easy to assume that the tropics have just one climate – hot! But I remember the changing of seasons fondly. The trees in Bangalore would turn a vivid green; parakeets would start hosting family gatherings in them; the streets would smell like mangoes and the promise of rain; pink, red, yellow flowers would line the branches that hung over streets, sheltering children playing a game or two of cricket or kabbadi; the roads would fill with the sound of the ice cream cycle’s bell and kids running after him, screaming “ting ting uncle, ting ting uncle”. Every now and then you’d catch a glimpse of a mum calling for her kids to come in and hydrate – fresh lemonade, chilled watermelon, spicy buttermilk and the promise of endless afternoons spent reading under the shade of a tree! The houses would have their windows open, their carefree attitude leaking out or being sucked in, adding to the riot of colour and the feeling of total freedom. This week, I was able to capture that feeling of summer in a picture. And now, you get to share in it as well.
Mr. Norm who has the blog classicalgasbag.wordpress.com, sent this picture and writing:
One of the things that I love most about the beginning of Spring is the trees that bring forth new leaves. There is something special about new leaves on a tree. They seem brighter than they do later in the year. Even on cloudy days, like this one, there is a brightness in the color of the leaves, almost as if there is a light from within. I’ve thought about it and wonder if it is because the leaves are sparser on the limbs, and more natural light limns the leaves, or perhaps the air is cleaner, or maybe it is my imagination. Whatever the reason, I love it.
And now my submission:
Spring Comes to Stub Toe Creek
Stub Toe Creek
Flows into The Little Elbow River
A few miles south of West Lumbago,
After meandering through woodlands
As well as making forays into and out of
Farmers’ drainage ditches.
Like the creek, my life has wandered
Through pretty places and bleak places.
I have nurtured a few friends
And have poisoned others
With the runoff that I’ve picked up.
I return to the pretty places, like the creek,
To cleanse my mind and body
Of the nastiness I’ve witnessed
And spread to others.
This Spring day is one of those days
Where I refresh my being
In the beauty of life.