#FOWC — Head Case

The human brainI generally consider myself to be a somewhat introspective, cerebral guy. I try to use my intellect over my intuition or instincts by carefully examining my own thoughts and feelings. I tend to be a thoughtfully reflective person, making me, perhaps, more of thinker than a doer.

But these days there’s a lot of shit swirling around inside of my head. So much so that when I climbed into bed tonight and got ready to go to sleep, I realized that I had totally forgotten to write a post for my own One-Word Challenge for the day, “cerebral.”

I am having difficulty being that thoughtfully reflective person I have always been. I am starting to become overwhelmed by emotions and feelings and it’s creating a sense of imbalance in me.

I blame Donald Trump for that. I have become so preoccupied by the shitstorm that is the Donald Trump administration that I can’t focus on anything else. Between the heartbreaking crap that is going on at our southern border, and the rapidity with which Trump is dismantling our American democratic institutions, I am losing my ability to think objectively.

I get so angry and feel so frustrated by my inability to do anything to stop this Trump train wreck, that my normally logical, rational, and pragmatic way of coping isn’t working anymore.

And so what do I do? Well, for one thing, I forget to respond to my own fucking one-word prompt.

Pop-Pop

CB14B430-5444-40A4-9239-9DDA097F89CDThe kids loved their grandfather, who they called “Pop-Pop.”

I was worried when he moved into our house after his wife died. I wasn’t sure how Jack and I and the kids would adjust to having a grumpy, old curmudgeon that was Jack’s father in our home. And how would the old man tolerate the chaos that two rambunctious rugrats could generate?

But Pop-Pop really surprised me. He was a pure delight to have around. He wasn’t at all the bitter old man I thought he was. He went out of his way to be funny for the kids and they adored him. And he was so appreciative that we made a home for him in our house.

“What was your favorite memory about Pop-Pop?” I asked the kids.

“It was how he would always roast pumpkin seeds for us on Saturday mornings,” Eddie said.

“It was when he’d come downstairs in the morning wearing his shorts and would have on one black sock and one white sock,” Edie said. “That was so silly.”

“I bet, now that he’s in heaven,” Eddie said, “he’ll be roasting pumpkin seeds for God and making him smile and laugh all the time.”


Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. Today’s three things are grandfather, pumpkin seed, and white sock.

Time To Write — All the Signs

CDD9308D-2273-4576-86B0-278EDA2D484ADean had been planning the day for months. Everything, down to the last detail, had been accounted for. Because anything short of perfection would be failure.

The only wildcard, the one thing he couldn’t control, was the weather. Sure, he had a backup plan in case of rain, so that if Mother Nature didn’t cooperate, all would not be lost. Other than the perfection he was seeking, of course. But he knew that if it did rain on that day, it would have been an act of God that was responsible, nothing that he did wrong.

The good news was that summers in that part of the country were generally mild and dry. Rainy days were few and far between, so the odds for a dry, sunny day were clearly in his favor.

As the day approached, Dean double-checked and triple-checked every item on his list. He placed calls to everyone involved to make sure they all had their ducks in a row. Everything and everyone was lined up. Nothing was left to chance. If only it wouldn’t rain.

When the day he had been so meticulously planning for finally arrived, he could barely contain his excitement. Even the forecast called for sunny skies, with no rain in sight.

The period of tribulation had begun a few years earlier with the appearance the Antichrist riding down the escalator and with his subsequent rise to power. All of Dean’s careful calculations, all of the signs — the deceptions, the disputes among nations, the devastation, and the persecution of believers — pointed to the fulfillment of the prophecy on this day.

443101D4-82C9-4071-8A59-5979055CCC39It was finally time for the Rapture, the instantaneous transformation of his body, and the bodies of the Lord’s other faithful servants, to be lifted to join God and Jesus for eternity in heaven. He was ready and it would be perfect.

By nightfall, though, when nothing had happened, doubt began to creep into Dean’s thoughts. Had he miscalculated? Had he misread the signs?

But then it started to rain, and Dean knew that God was sending him a sign, telling him that, as He always does, God works in mysterious ways.


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt.

FOWC with Fandango — Cerebral

FOWCWelcome to June 22, 2018 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 “cerebral.” 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.

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