Just Jazzy 138

“I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.” ―  Pablo Neruda

I read somewhere that if a wine bottle has your name on it, you have to drink the whole thing.  This is why I now call myself Dona Paula.

I read somewhere that if a wine bottle has your name on it, you have to drink the whole thing. This is why I now call myself Dona Paula.

Dancing In The Moonlight

dancing in the moonlight

dancing in the moonlight (Photo credit: AlicePopkorn)

Daily Prompt:  The Full Moon -When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are.  Show us the new you.

The new me, under the light of the full moon, will be dancing her little heart out with beauty and grace.  (The old me is a terrible and awkward dancer with heavy duck feet and a clumsy body which bumps into things and knocks them over.)

I found this picture of opposite me, wearing a fluffy white dress, on a pedestal, taking a breather from all that manic prancing around in the middle of the night.  And still smiling even though my bare feet are wet from the dewy grass and I have no idea how I’m going to get down from there.

It appears that moonlight also makes one young and gorgeous with great hair.  Wow.  That’s better than the magic of candle light, hey?  Get out there in that moonlight, people!

To quote some lovely moony lyrics from King Harvest –

When the moon is big and bright, it’s a supernatural delight

Everybody here is out of sight, they don’t bark and they don’t bite

They keep things loose, they keep it light, it’s such a fine and natural sight

You can’t dance and stay uptight.

Here’s the music I’m using for my next dance under the moon.  Come and join me!  I swear I won’t bark and I won’t bite.  Beyond that, I’m not making any promises about my behaviour.  A full moon does strange things.

Recipe for a Good Saturday

In amongst my conglomeration of strange notes on a messy desk I came across this funny little list.  Looks like a recipe, right?  But what the hell is it for?  I wrote it down thinking I would remember why without also jotting down a bunch of details, I guess.


I have a feeling there’s some major ingredient missing here, along with instructions.  It looks like things one should add to something else or pour over some kind of meat maybe?? Throw in a crock pot?  I don’t know.  But since there’s no quantities for the first five ingredients, I think it would be safe to just skip them.

So go ahead and measure out those two cups of red wine.  And serve immediately.  Double this recipe if sharing with a friend.  Who says doing stuff in the kitchen can’t be simple, easy and fun?  I would definitely add this one to my recipe book if I had one.

Unidentified glass of dark red wine.

Unidentified glass of dark red wine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Favorite Quote

 “Life is like a soft ripe melon; so sweet and such a mess. ” Joan Baez.

Someone told me once that I looked like Joan Baez. Gawd, I loved that guy. He was a complete mess, but sweet as honey. He wanted to be Mick Jagger and he could sing the absolute best ever heard rendition of “Hey, you! Get off-a my cloud!” Well, to my ears anyway. Even threw in some Jagger-like gestures. I wore my dark hair long and straight and longed to be a hippy. So we were Joan and Mick without the talent and absolutely no musical future and not a care in the world. We had a summer of amazing crazy fun. It was one of the best times of my life.

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