PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Our divorce had been both bitter and public, she accusing me of not only an affair, but of orchestrating her downfall, so I was surprised to get the invitation to her big comeback art opening, “Rebirth”.

I arrived a few minutes late.  Her partner, Meagan, reassured me and told me to enter the gallery through the long, titillating narrow hallway.

Arriving to applause, laughter and the flashing of cameras I took my bearings and realized that I was walking out from between the legs of an anatomically correct female sculpture.

“To my rebirth and revenge,” she said, Champagne held high.

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Weekly Smile 55 #weeklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

I haven’t made it a secret that a few things have gone wrong this last week (these are all in the last week).  I’ve talked about the computer and all of the photos, I may have mentioned some car issues.  There were appointments screw up (there fault, not mine) and services not provided (their fault again).  Not bad, but there was sitting at the repair shop for two hours after the time they said the car would be ready.  All of this and more.  On the worst side,  I don’t know if I brought up the plumbing issue.  The less said about it, the better….  Let’s just say that it was awful.  When any non-computer related issue comes up, if I can’t fix it or come up with a fix in a half an hour, I usually call my dad.  Sure, he’s over 600 miles (around 1000 km) away, but it does help.

I don’t know what it is, him growing up in the Depression and having to make do with almost nothing, being a top level engineer, just general experience or what, but he seems to be able to come up with a solution for any non-computer related issue I have.  Of course with the plumbing he just verified what I already knew and I still had to call a plumber, but it is nice verifying it.   (I did what I could, but normal people,not even  my dad, do not have the equipment necessary to fix the issue.) Continue reading

Child of My Imagination

woman portrait

A child of my imagination
Floats free in the world
Catches to a name
Attaches to a person
I look at you and think I know you
But sometimes I’m unsure
Are you who I think you are?
Or is that person I call “you”
Just a child of my imagination? 


I Want Your Smiles! #weeklysmile Reminder 54

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

This weeks smile reminder is pretty sad because I don’t have a linkup!  I will have to have you go back to the original Weekly Smile Week 54 post and add a link.  I hope to have a linkup next week!

Today is a travel day.  I do have tomorrow off work, but I have a million and one things to do around the house so I have to get there…  So I’m going to keep this pretty short.

It is January.  On Tuesday it was -4 F (-20 C).  It did warm up a bit.  When I got down to Cape Cod Wednesday night the brackish water pond was still frozen.  As I worked Thursday I kept checking.  It was frozen most of the day, but about an hour before I got out it cleared up.  So I went cold water kayaking!  It was actually a very nice paddle.  the sun was setting, which was beautiful. Continue reading

If Were Having Coffee on the 14th of January, 2017

Beatles and Coffee

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large Beatles’ mug full of very strong French Roast!  I can also get you a cuppa tea, hot cocoa or other breakfast appropriate beverage (sorry, no Bourbon at this hour, not even in your tea!)  It is a beautiful, sunny but cold day.  I’m going to spend every spare minute outside, cold or not!  And where are we?  Some of you may guess by the image at the top that we are on beautiful Cape Cod, and you’d be absolutely correct.

This week at work was back to the grind.  It was the first full week since the holidays and was pretty busy but not insane.  I have a lot to do coming up, but nothing is making me drown. Continue reading

Where Are You?


He stood watching out of the front window, his mind blank.  He didn’t know how long he had been staring when he came back to himself.

“What am I doing here?” he said to himself.

He thought about her, about the argument.  She’d been missing since the afternoon before.  The last thing he could remember was that she’d come home from work and they’d argued.  His memories were hazy but he knew she must have left in a temper.  At the very least she wasn’t around all afternoon and still hadn’t returned.  She’d be back, though, he knew she would.  Watching out of the window wouldn’t help, the watched pot effect and all.  She was most likely at work anyway, given the time of day. Continue reading

January Thaw

A couple of days ago it was well below zero F (-20 C) and now it feels like spring, the south breeze bringing warm air up the coast. The snow is melting, though with the ground so frozen all of the water is running off, not soaking into the ground to help replenish the aquifer. This is “January Thaw” in New England, something that happens most years. Bitter Winter will return, but for a few days it is Spring.

I posted this exactly three years ago (give or take one day). It seems we were having a January Thaw then too. This is one of my very first posts and one of the very first original drawings that I posted.

Trent's World (the Blog)

January Thaw

Frigid dreams are gone
Southern breeze warms the air
Forecast calls for snow


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Weekly Smile 54 #weeklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

(I got the image fixed!)

Life is full of many smiles
But occasionally we must frown
For how can you tell if you are really up
If you have never really been down?
Each day has its little bumps
Every week has its hills
From being pulled over by the cops
To discovering overdue bills
So when you meet with ugliness
And people filled with bile
Greet life with good attitude
With good heart and a smile

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Each One Unique

View to Swan Pond

Each one unique
No two alike
From a single mold
Comes infinite variety
When seen up close
They sparkle like a rainbow
But it is never one alone
The sky is full
There are piles and drifts
Everywhere filling world
And yet
The truth is still there
Each a masterpiece of nature
Intricate and beautiful
Each one unique
And if you raise your eyes from the people around us
You may notice
That the same can be said
Of snow and a single flake

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