June 26 Challenge

Day 26 Marathon

June 26, 2016. Marathons are being held today in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii; Santa Cruz, California; Lubec, Maine; and Arlington, Virginia. The race in Arlington is indoors. 

I’m not doing any of them. I may run or ride a few miles, though. 

A marathon is 26.2 miles. Marathoners don’t start out running 26.2 miles! They start small and train for it. They work hard to reach that distance.

Tell us about something you worked for. Something you thought you might never accomplish, but you did.

If you have actually run a marathon, you can write about that!

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This is a model boat HMS Bounty that Him Indoors made. It took him a couple of years to build it, but his patience and creativity paid off. He worked on it meticulously, thought about ways to bend the wood, sewed the sails and all the other details. I admired him for it. It kept him busy, especially when the weather wasn’t good so he could work in the cellar. Well done, Him Indoors!

Two years ago, we gave him this kit for HMS Victory and he loved it. He started working on it. It’s a bigger project than the HMS Bounty but I’m sure he loves the challenge. He’s halfway there. Good luck, Him Indoors!

 

For: Day 26 Marathon by Kathleen B Duncan and Voyage

A Sonnet to Him Indoors

Thirty years of devotedness and love
All the experience and our adventure
With you it’s like a cooing of a dove
Together we try to find some answer

We’ve made our home and oh so contented
Our son and bride join us and tortoises
We’re grateful to all and feeling so blessed
Places we’ve visited give us real buzz

We’re so different and we argue sometimes
Each other’s quirks and idiosyncrasies
We have created our own paradigms
One thing for sure, the day we always seize

Today, on our Pearl Anniversary
Thank you for making my life full of glee

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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For: Day 14 Fourteen Line Poem. Also for: Photo Challenge #117

SEASONS – Happy Mother’s Day!

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My mother is my favourite subject, as I blog about her most of the time. She’s beautiful, a classic beauty one can say, a real Filipina, with her long black wavy hair, which she always brush with a natural bristle brush. She goes out with elegant trousers, silk blouse or fine dresses with intricate prints, like batik. She’s always smartly dressed. She’s in dire need of being complimented, i.e. we always compliment her looks.

She used to work as a Probation Officer, so no one can screw or mess around with her. She’s a tough cookie! She knows that several factors impinge on civil liberties and strike at the basic tenants of judicial system. She also doesn’t bombinate in a vacuum of data, caught between inevitability and uniqueness. That’s one of the valuable lessons she has given us, to be lawful and be aware of our human rights.

What else have we learned from her? Well, we should look after ourselves and our belongings. She’s very observant, like she’ll remark on how slanted the rays of the sun through the window and spilled into the room. Or how animal tunnels when incorporated into the design will also allow local wildlife to cross. She’s good with details like this, that’s why we love her so.

Oh mother dear, let us tell you something
You’ve always supported us come what may
With your soft smile and the joy that you bring
You’ve redirected us when we’re astray

With your love you’ve kept us safe through the years
Sacrificed your needs in favour of ours
You’ve shared with our achievements and our fears
You haven’t shown us your tears and your scars

What you drummed in on us we remember
You have brought us well, that’s why we love you
You have been a big part of what we were
You’ve been our model, look how we all grew

The centre of our lives, our rock and heart
For us you always have a special part

Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
Your breath sweeter than sampaguita as we string them into a lei
Your love, patience and smile, always there as you give us a hand
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland

We cannot show enough gratitude for bringing us up first hand
Your tenderness, completely and sweetly given to us like a bouquet
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We love you to the moon and back and all planets in the milky-way

Her beauty astounds us all
Life’s always a breeze so she flits
Broke into one and a million bits
Of love and care, to us her kids
Of time and devotion, no problem
Always there, served with a smile
And so this is the time to say thanks
And the mission for which it was due
We love you to the moon and back
Our dearest Mom – thanks for everything!

For: SEASONS – Moms Day in MAY by Jesh Stg , #MySundayPhoto – Mia  and KOA Campgrounds in Petaluma ( Sundays In My City)

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And Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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And miles to go before I sleep
Lots of things still to achieve
Bills to pay, promises to keep
Experiences and challenges

See the world, flowers to blossom
And miles to go before I sleep
Winter, spring, summer, autumn
All the seasons to be enjoyed

Come rain or shine, thunder or calm
Snowy morning, autumn evening
And miles to go before I sleep
Play with grandchildren, that’s a dream

High tech and new discoveries
New sciences and languages
Stories to write, poems to read
And miles to go before I sleep

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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For: NaPoWriMo: Day 30 – Final Poem by Elizabeth

Thursday photo prompt – spiral #writephoto

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Huffing and puffing our way through the stairs
My heart beating hard as I’m so aware
Feeling my salty sweat and swollen legs
Oh shall we stop now, I seriously beg
And there are still more spiral steps to go
The light from the single window glows
Why did I take the challenge?
I don’t know why I took the plunge
Why didn’t I just stay at home?
I could do the yoga and go ohm
Oh, you’d love it, the view’s great
I’m still not there yet as I await
Once we’re on top, the whole town
Once we’re there, I’ll give you a crown
Such a convincing bloke he is
We’re there and I gave him a kiss
And wow it was really amazing
And I can go back down with a zing

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Thursday photo prompt – spiral #writephoto by Sue Vincent and Stairway

Back on Campus

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Being back on campus for the first time in 25 years brought back so many long-forgotten memories.

Those were the days when she was young and carefree, ready to show the world what she could do. Those days when they would sit on the grass when the weather permitted it and just hanged around. Those days when she first left home and although she missed her family, had found new friends and had tried new adventures. Ah! the first taste of freedom, of deciding things for herself and trusting and relying on her own judgment.

Those were the days when she met him, who has charmed her from day one. Tall, handsome and very intelligent, he had all the attention of the girls, but he chose her. She was really flattered, why her, she often asked herself. Everything was rosy, wining and dining. But something happened and they had to part ways, which broke her heart.

Back to the present. She’s here to attend her son’s graduation and she’s very proud of him. After three years, he earned his much deserved degree. He looked just like his father – tall, handsome and very intelligent. How she wished he could see him now.

For: Write Now Prompt for April 19, 2016

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