JUST LIKE A MAGICIAN'S HAT

We sang in church Sunday night, and it had been many months since Pat had played his Ovation. He took it to church and pulled it out of its very dilapidated case. When he reached inside the guitar to check out the battery, just like a magician's hat, out came this: Bella's pajama top and a decoration from the Christmas tree!!! Hmmmm, who was the magician who put those items inside the guitar?????

prairie rose: SLEEPLESS IN CURITIBA

prairie rose: SLEEPLESS IN CURITIBA

SLEEPLESS IN CURITIBA

It happens every now and then--nights when sleep won't come. This time, instead of tossing and turning in bed, I penned these lines while looking out my window at the lights of Curitiba.

COLORING THE NIGHT

Stop lights blink in reds and greens
Cars rush on in flight
Taxis orange cruise empty streets
No passengers in sight.

Billboards flash in purple hues
Neon paints the sky
Planes take wing in black of night
Wave red and white goodbyes.

Lamp posts don bright yellow caps
Silently they stare
Towers dot the sky with red
While stores show off their wares.

And here I sit in sleepless grays
Coloring the night
From fourteen floors above the street
Anxious for dawn's soft white.

prairie rose: Anything will do

prairie rose: Anything will do

Anything will do

We are getting packed up. Yup! A company is putting all our stuff into boxes and today before I knew it, all the plates had been packed away. I had grabbed two knives and two forks and two mugs. Alas! my hubby came up with the genial idea to use the cutting boards as plates.