Fandango’s February Expressions #22


You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink

Each day during the month of February, at around 6 am Pacific Time, I will be posting an old adage, an old saying, a familiar expression that we’ve all heard and have probably used during our lifetimes. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, will be to post a story, a poem, an image, an interpretation of what the expression means to you, or to do whatever it is that you want to do based upon the daily adage.

Please tag your post with #FFE and create a pingback to this post or include your link in a comment on each day’s post.

Have fun and be sure to read what others have posted in response to this prompt.

SoCS — The Sounds of Suburbia

65CBF424-1AF2-4B78-85FF-00E71DD9F819For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has to write about the sounds animals make and how we experience them.

Before I talk about how I experience animal sounds, I have to tell you that I am deaf in my left ear, so my hearing is monaural as opposed to stereo. And that means that I have trouble determining where any sounds, animal or otherwise, are coming from. I also suffer from tinnitus, which is a ringing in the ears, so whatever sounds I do hear out of my one good ear need to be of sufficient volume to be heard over my tinnitus.

I’m also not going to include in this discussion the sounds our cat or dog make — the purring, the meowing, the hissing, the barking, the growling, etc. And I’m not going discuss the sounds of any human animals.

What I am going to discuss in this post are the sounds I hear now that I’m living in the suburbs that I didn’t often hear while living in the city. And mostly, I’m going to talk about the animal sounds I hear at night while walking my dog for her final walk of the day.

Last night, for example, I heard a couple of owls, apparently situated in different trees, hooting back and forth with one another. I periodically hear a high-pitch barking, yipping, or howling sounds that are more like that of a coyote than of a dog. And the sounds of crickets chirping. So many crickets.

About a week ago I heard some sounds outside of my bedroom window, so I got up and looked out of the window, where I saw three deer foraging among my plants in the backyard. I never had deer in my backyard in the city.

What I don’t hear in the ‘burbs that I heard all the time in the city are the 24×7 traffic sounds of cars, buses, or truck and the sirens of ambulances and police cars. I live on a cul de sac now, one with maybe a dozen homes on it. So there’s very little traffic at night. Few cars, no buses or trucks, and I’ve yet to hear any sirens anywhere nearby since we moved here at the beginning of the month.

But those last sounds aren’t animal sounds, are they, so why am I bringing them up at all? Well, it’s just one more difference between the sounds of the city and the sounds of suburbia.

The photo at the top of this post was one my wife took of the sunrise yesterday morning from our living room glass doors at around 6:30.

FOWC with Fandango — Epiphany

FOWCWelcome to February 22, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “epiphany.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

  1. And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Photo Challenge — Strange Brew

115A82B3-621A-4569-9A24-B4DB9DDB936C“Jesus, Diane, what the hell are you doing?” Elizabeth screamed when she and her boyfriend, Bill, walked into the apartment she and Diane shared. Diane was sitting at the dining room table. She was naked. Her head and the table, were covered with pea pods, along with a glass kettle of tea and a tea cup.

“Did you ever notice how fascinating pea pods are?” Diane said, without turning to look at Elizabeth. “They’re amazing, and when you open them up, all these little peas, like ball bearings, pop out and roll around on the table and drop to the floor.”

“Diane, why are you naked?” Elizabeth asked.

Diane turned her head and looked at Elizabeth and saw Bill standing next to her. “Bill,” Diane said, “You better not be looking at me, you perv.” And then she started laughing, returned her gaze to Elizabeth and said, “I was hot and sweaty so I stripped.”

“What are you drinking?” Elizabeth asked.

“I wanted some tea and found a bunch of tea bags in the very back of the cabinet so I brewed up a pot of it,” Diane said, “and this is the best tea I’ve ever had.”

Elizabeth went over to the trash basket under the sink and looked inside. She looked at Bill and said, “Four tea bags.”

“Oh my God,” Bill whispered. “She’s got to be stoned out of her mind. I’ll go get a towel.”

Bill returned from the bathroom with a large towel and handed it to Elizabeth, who draped it over Diane. “Sweetie,” Elizabeth said, “you’re high as a kite. The tea you used was something Bill and I picked up at the pot dispensary on Saturday. One bag is plenty potent for four people and you used four on your own. Come on, stand up, and let me get you into your bed.”

Diane stood up while Elizabeth wrapped her in the bath towel. Diane looked at Elizabeth and, with tears in her eyes, said, “Lizzy, you’re the best roommate in the whole world and I’m so lucky to have you as a friend.”

Elizabeth put her arm around Diane and started leading her toward Diane’s bedroom. But Diane abruptly stopped and started walking toward the kitchen, the towel Elizabeth had wrapped her in falling to the ground. “Diane, what are you doing?”

“I have the munchies and I saw some leftover key lime pie in the fridge,” Diane said. “Hey, perv,” she called out to Bill. “Wanna cut me off a piece of that pie?” she asked. “But keep your perv eyes closed. I’m naked as the day I was born.”

Bill, smiling, looked back at Elizabeth, shrugged his shoulders in gesture of helplessness, and said to Diane, “Sure, let’s all share some of that key lime pie.” Then he looked at Elizabeth and said, “Hey Lizzy, do you want some tea?”

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, and for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (glass). Photo credit: Daniel Fehr.