Day: July 13, 2018

Tour Guide

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ADFB5485-9936-4B13-A75F-F8EB6DDCEBEDI won’t be posting as frequently as I typically do over the next week. Nor will I be reading, liking, and commenting as often as I usually do.

We have out of town guests staying at our place and that means our roles as happy-go-lucky retirees will shift to host and hostess. And I will be the chief tour guide.

Thus, I will have less time to spend with my head buried deep inside my iPhone writing and reading posts, since I’ll be running around hither and yon, showing the best the city has to offer.

But fear not, my fellow bloggers. I have scheduled my daily Fandango’s One-Word Challenge posts for the next week, so I hope you will continue to participate and will read the posts of others who have taken their time to link their responses to my challenges.

And, if I can find a few free minutes away from my hosting and tour guiding duties, I will try to catch as many of your posts as I can fit in and respond to your comments.

So on this Friday the 13th, don’t be superstitious or petulant, look at thing heuristically, and take your proverbial pen, haunted though it might be on this day of superstition, and continue to let your creativity flow.

Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are haunted, pen, and superstition. And for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, “superstition,” for Your Daily Word Prompt, “heuristic,” and for the Word of the Day Challenge, “petulant.”

#FOWC — Diversions and Distractions

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If you happened to have read my two somewhat political rants from yesterday (here and here) you probably figured out that I have a serious need to be distracted from the news. So I decided this morning, as a diversion, to rearrange my sock drawer.

The drawer in which I kept my socks contained my black “dress” socks, which I haven’t worn since I retired two-and-half years ago, and my white athletic socks, which I wear all the time.

And my undershirt drawer contained both my white and colored undershirts. So I thought that, since I mostly wear white socks and white undershirts and never wear black socks and rarely wear colored undershirts, it made sense to separate the whites from the coloreds.

And so, for the sake of efficiency, I moved my white undershirts and white socks into one drawer and my black socks and colored undershirts into a different drawer.

img_1782img_1784But once I finished that task, I began to fear that Donald Trump’s racist views about whites, blacks, and browns was rubbing off on me.

Was my inexplicable need to separate my white socks and undershirts from the colored ones nothing more than a logical and efficient way to organize my drawers? A simple act of diversion on my part?

Or was it actually something much more sinister? Was it due to some sort of subliminal message from our racist, xenophobic president piecing into my subconsciousness?

Damn! Even my diversions and distractions aren’t getting the moron in the Oval Office and the havoc he and his cronies are doing to this country — and the world — off my mind.

I seriously need to stop reading and watching the news before I find myself no longer able to tolerate Mexican food.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “fear.”

Friday Fictioneers — The Wager

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In 2016, when Sean and I made our Halloween wager, and he bet that Trump would win, I thought there was no way I could lose. But lose I did. I ended up having to dress up like a mad scientist and spend Halloween night in a cage.

Last year I bet him that the Patriots would win the Super Bowl again, but the Eagles won and now I have to wear a Mitch McConnell costume to this year’s Halloween party.

This Halloween I am betting the Dems will take back Congress at the midterms. It’s gonna be a sure thing.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Liz Young.

FOWC with Fandango — Fear

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FOWCWelcome to July 13, 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 “fear.”

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.