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Hi Everyone!

This is just to advise you that I will no longer be using the e-mail services of Myway.com. I’ve been having a great deal of trouble with loading and managing my e-mails on the site and have decided to move everything to Yahoo.

If you wish to be on my contacts list, please send a quick e-mail to me at:

poetikat46@yahoo.ca

Hope to hear from you!

Thanks,

Kat

By request: a piece (and by suggestion: a podcast)

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I was interrupted by a thunderstorm earlier as I was posting this, so I didn’t have the opportunity to explain the request portion of this title. In an e-mail exchange with my friend Jeannelle of Midlife by Farmlight, she asked if I could post a photo of the item you see in the photos above. I was happy to comply, since I am proud to show it to you! I also did not get the chance to edit, so I apologize to my first readers of this post!

Friday night we went for a fantastic dinner at Vijay’s Indian restaurant. We started with cocktails (I’m on a Cosmopolitan kick since I had my first one on my birthday. I had my very first martini in Stratford on our anniversary. Fittingly, it was called “The Taming of the Shrew”.) Kevin had a Beck’s beer.

We selected two separate dinners for one from the extensive menu and the meal began with a crisp, spicy papadum – rather like a very thin tortilla, it snaps into crunchy pieces and sets off the taste buds in preparation for the meal to come. These came with a lovely homemade mango chutney.

Next were the samosas – a fried pastry triangle filled with potatoes and other vegetables and spiced to perfection with cardamom and ginger and curry spices such as garam masala and turmeric. These were huge! One samosa was equal to two of the ones we usually eat if we buy them for home.

This was followed by silver dishes filled with Aloo Gobi (a dry potato and cauliflower dish spiced to a deep yellow colour) Saag Aloo (a spicy cooked spinach and potato dish) pulao rice ( fragrant basmati rice with peas) and our main dish of chicken curry (we thought the butter chicken might be too heavy with the rest) spiced to a “medium-plus’ level which was perfect. We also had two huge pieces of buttered, toasted naan bread. Yum!

We had a half-liter of a lovely Chardonnay to accompany the meal and mango ice cream to finish off . I had a black coffee.

Finally, our waiter, Zack – a most pleasant and friendly young man, brought us a small dish of candy-coated fennel seeds to cleanse our palates.

The entire meal came to only $70 with the tip (quite a deal considering all the food, don’t you agree?). We had plenty of leftovers which we took home and enjoyed the next day.

After dinner, we wandered downtown and went into one of our favourite stores, “Orbit” – a unique flea-market type store with rooms running deep into the old main-street shop, filled to capacity with everything under the sun. You can find books, clothing, dishes, records, jewelry, artwork, and even the odd piece of furniture.

A $2.00 rack outside the shop was holding my attention (I bought 3 items) while inside, Kevin had discovered a fantastic original oil painting. When I went inside the store, he called me back to see it and I immediately gave my approval. (See photo above.)

I was having a wander around in one of my favourite rooms which houses a shelf of old children’s books when I happened upon the piece of furniture you see in the picture. I have long been seeking a piece such as this one for my dining room. The Hyggehus is quite small and storage is at a premium (always). When I caught sight of this beauty, I was resolved to own it – especially when I saw the price tag of (ready for this?) $85!

The store owner was willing to deliver for a nominal fee and so we walked out of “Orbit” with a painting, some clothing and the promise of a new, painted buffet. We actually prefer the painted look as it has a Scandinavian feel, but the top is solid oak (?), I believe and it is an extremely well-made piece. While shifting dishes and other things into it yesterday, I discovered an insignia on the inside that reads “Bell’s Furniture, Southampton”. It turns out that this is a Bruce County company from the late 1800s to early 1900s that no longer exists. We originally thought it might be from Southampton in England, but were not surprised to learn it came from just an hour or so north of us in the Ontario town of Southampton. Either way, we are thrilled with the piece since it looks fantastic, is very sturdy and has freed up a ton of space elsewhere.

Now to the suggestion: My good friend, John Hayes of Robert Frost’s Banjo (I haven’t said this in a while, so I will repeat myself; if you have not visited his blog yet, you really must check it out. John’s blog is a cornucopia of things of interest from poetry to music to food to photography. A visit to John’s blog is a sensory trip that will leave you desirous of more).

John read my Original Poetry Sunday poem from yesterday (see post below) and he suggested that it might make a good podcast. Not being one to let the grass grow (as they say), I got on that right away, so you are welcome to have a listen to my reading of the poem: Percale: A Sunday Poem. Please see my sidebar (top left) and click on the title to hear it.

That’s all for today!

Kat

Original Poetry Sunday

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Percale: A Sunday Poem

Cool breeze blows across the bed and wakes me from my sleepy-head

the tangle of 300 count sheets the ginger feline loves to mount

and beat down with his feathered feet as I languorously roll and stretch

in the 300 count sheets with sticky crumbs at lashes tip I rub with fists to

loosen the debris the damp pillow from my open maw through the night

on the 300 count sheets the patch of damp where my body gave off heat

now cooled by the breeze on the 300 count sheets where I try to rouse my

mind with the mental tempts of caffeine that I spill on the 300 count sheets

crumbs from my toast with the drips of manuka and butter blend with the

sweat on the 300 count sheets I place my feet on the cool wood floor and

out the door I go trailing the 300 count sheets.

Kathleen Mortensen©2009 Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape

***Note: Please see the podomatic podcast in my sidebar at top left to listen to this poem. Thanks.

Other participants in Original Poetry Sunday:

Robert Frost’s Banjo

Amazing Voyages of the Turtle

Apogee Poet

Yes is Red

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One More Day …

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Film Festival Friday will resume next Friday (I have lots of ideas on the back-burner).

Mom returns from her trip tomorrow and Kevin is off today. We’ve got errands to run before she gets back and then we’re going out for dinner to an Indian restaurant (the best in town) for some Butter Chicken, samosas, basmati rice and maybe a little Aloo Gobi.

Never fear! I’m not far from my laptop and will check in from time to time.

Have a wonderful day! If you’re in the hot zone, try to keep cool.

Too bad about Michael Jackson. I expect the media will run riot!

Kat

P.S. Please head over to my good friend, The Clever Pup and wish her felicitations on this day. It’s HER birthday!

Theme Thursday: “Summer”

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Rogue

Ice-blooded, she birthed it

somewhere, in the vast Atlantic,

flint-finned, silent, steady;

it came a-calling in the Summer of ‘16.

Swept up by the Gulf Stream

to Jersey’s shore, where hordes had

learned to love a leisurely swim

in the open sea — it came.

Beyond the boardwalk

at ‘Lantic City, Beach Haven,

Spring Lake, Raritan–

(vacation spots to die for)

They came to dip their toes

in the chill of the tides

and race back to shore,

shrieking with delight.

All was right, with the

sun-blessed beaches,

the gentle breezes that

swept the water’s sparkle,

But a man with his dog

on this joyful, spree-filled day

would be torn with 50 teeth

and his life’s blood drained away.

None to save him and none

to save those who would fall prey

to the driven one ; blood, only blood

to sate the tiger of the sea.

Five more would bleed

No man, no woman, no child

safe – even in the calmest creek–

the strikes would land and kill,

Until, a big-game hunter

with ice-veins of his own

would net the Great White

and beat it with a broken oar.

Kathleen Mortensen©2009 Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape

*Photo borrowed from Wikipedia
Please see my sidebar for links to Theme Thursday and other participants. Thank you.

Don’t make a fuss, please!

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Should I tell ?
(I deliberated about that.)
Oh, I’m sure
you’ll say the usual
niceties
and I’ll be ever-so,
you know.
It’s no biggie, really.
Not THE BIG ONE, yet.
Just an innocuous
in-between number
kinda
getting close, though.
Can’t deny, this time
it’s rather preying
on my mind.
Ha!
I’m going to a do
in July
for two people
who
are on the hill-crest —
nowhere to go,
but
down.
So, I don’t feel
too bad,
actually.
Now that I think
about it.
I’m fine about
it.
Really. I am.
Really.

Kathleen Mortensen©2009 Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape