Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 08, 2024

Oh, no. I’m out of matches!

Where’s an energy drink when you need it?

Wait. Is that figure in the center armed?

I wish I had a tail.

beautiful art! what’s burning in the house?

How “wood” I know? I am matchless.

Get fired up, one way or another.

E = Msquares squared.

The Van de Graaph girls exude high voltage energy in their dance interpretation, “Morning Becomes Electric.” One theater critic wrote, “It made my hair stand on end — even though I’m bald!”

I tend to focus on my mass, not bothering much with it times the speed of light squared.

No. This is my quiet time.

Zzz-zzzz!

The equation states E = mc² . For that to work for me, mc² = more coffee, more coffee!

barrel of monkeys doing ballet

It’s Monday morning! There’s no #@*¿&°¡ way I’m gonna match that energy!! Talk to me after my second cuppa.

…the Froglandia off the grid totally organic farm collective women…

…wore house dresses with hand made aprons…

…didn’t shave either their legs or their pits …

…and worked tirelessly from dawn to nearly ’til dusk…

…and then traditionally danced around the bonfire to…

…The Moon Is On A Roll Tonight…

…Jesus…

…pronounced Hey-Zeus…

…sat on a log in his straw hat and bib overalls…

…looking at Martha…

…a sweet longing inside him made him smile…

…the fire popped…

…the darkening western sky glowed corral…

…and the collective danced…

…Martha twirled a smile at him…

…as much with her eyes as with her mouth…

…Jesus looked up at the suddenly appearing betelgeuse…

…and hoped his energy could match hers…

Camp counselors are the same the world over.

And wear something resembling plaid…

OH, pliés …!

I find this artwork very intriguing. I can’t stop looking at it. And I have to get some work done!

Stepped out to catch the eclipse with a pinhole in a card. You can even do it by making an aperture with thumb and forefinger. Neat stuff, this physics.

I’ve fired up the grill, to make the eclipse go away.

It seems to be working.

SCIENCE ! ! !

You didn’t say Simon Says.

I love the monkey.

Jig Saw and saw and saw some more. The blind, oh how they could hold, would hood, and should hood to Mt. of the sky.

Man Eater and at Easter.

Sister Esther ruled my studied, at The St. Theresa’s Grade School. Flower Child of Jesus.

Board of educational learning and tolerance.

…215 days sober Warren thought back to when she was just a girl of seven…

…every party…

…birthday…

…or other celebration…

…more fun than the last…

…then alcohol and weed entered the equation…

…suddenly…

…suddenly …

…this party sure would be fun…

…if only I had a smoke & a shot…

…ha!…

…at her niece’s three year old birthday party…

…she was a hit at weddings…

…usually dancing like a fool…

…tripping into a table …

…or…

…her skirt up over her head…

…Warren didn’t go to too many parties, now…

…but when she did…

…she was starting to feel that seven year old girl inside her…

…dancing…

Begin at the behind.