Cee’s Back and it’s Time to Share Your World

SYWEach week Cee Neuner poses four interesting questions for us to answer in her Share Your World posts. Here are her questions for this week.

A class you wish you would have taken?

In the ninth grade, I was invited to be a member of the school’s chorus and I was thrilled to be included in that class. But I had, before I knew that I was even being considered for the chorus, applied for an advanced industrial arts course called the Industrial Art Research Lab. Only 12 students were invited to be in the IARL, and when I was selected, I felt compelled to accept it and to turn down the invitation to be in the chorus, even though that was my preference. As I look back, I wonder how being in the chorus, versus taking the IARL, might have altered the course of my life. Of course, I was 14 at the time, and my voice was changing, so maybe, in hindsight, it was a good decision.

Are you scared of heights?

No. That said, I’m not likely to go standing on the edge of a steep cliff and bend over to get a better view of the precipice.

Are you a good cook? If so, do you consider yourself a chef?

I am a great cook of anything that can be “cooked” in a microwave oven. The closest I’ve ever come to being a chef is when I open up a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli and heat it up in the microwave.135A9F8D-D8C2-48B8-B639-5B76FD612604What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

This past Saturday, my two adult children, their significant others, and a few close friends came over and spent the day at our home. It was a very pleasant day that I really appreciated and that still makes me smile.

An Abiding Love

BBED5D65-6D1E-474E-91D0-3B3F11CDAB5EIt was anything but love at first sight. I was sitting on a porch swing on the back deck of my friend’s house. He and his wife were having a party and I was not having a very good time. So I went out to the deck to smoke a cigarette.

That was when she came out onto the deck. She looked at me, made a face, and then demanded that I put out my cigarette. “I simply cannot abide by cigarette smoke,” she said.

My initial thought was to tell the haughty bitch to go fuck herself. This was an outside deck and I was here first. Who the fuck was she to tell me to douse my cigarette? But then I looked over at her and saw this stunningly beautiful vision and decided to be a bit more accommodating. I tossed my cigarette out onto the grass. “Happy now?” I said sarcastically.

She looked at me, said, “Yes, I am, thank you,” and then immediately walked back inside the house. Fucking selfish bitch, I thought to myself, and lit another cigarette.

A few minutes later I walked back into the house and she was standing into the kitchen talking to my friend’s wife. When she saw me, she excused herself and walked over to me. “I was very rude to you before and I want to apologize,” she said, putting her hand out toward me. I didn’t respond. I just stared at her because her beauty, even in the harsh lights of the hall just outside of the kitchen, was breathtaking.

“My father,” she said, breaking the awkward silence, “succumbed to lung cancer six months ago. He had such a zest for life, but couldn’t kick his two-packs-a-day habit until it was too late. The smell of cigarette smoke reminds me so much of him and I’m still having a hard time dealing with his death.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” I said, finally reaching out to accept her offered handshake.

That was almost twenty-five years ago and the two of us have shared an abiding love ever since that night. And, by the way, that was also the night I quit smoking.

Written for today’s Your Daily Word Prompt (porch), today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt (zest), today’s Word of the Day Challenge (abiding), and today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (love). Photo credit: Frank McKenna.

Oh Dear. There’s Been a Serious Mistake

I am sure it was not intentional. These things happen. A case of mistaken identity, I suppose.

What am I talking about, you ask? Well, it seems that a blogger and poet who goes by the name of Mws R has somehow come to the conclusion that I, Fandango, am someone capable of performing random acts of kindness. As a result, she nominated me for something she calls the Random Acts of Kindness Award.51FE35B3-4D06-42F3-B0D8-419095C8C5CAAccording to Mws R, this is “an award to give to another for their kindness or what they unselfishly give to others.” The problem is that (1) I’m not the kind of person who does random acts, and (2) I’m not known for my kindness. So there must have been some mistake.

As part of this award process, I’m supposed to “share a paragraph of something that impacted your own life in the way of receiving kindness or how you extended kindness to someone else.”

Oh jeez. Is stopping at a crosswalk while in my car to avoid hitting an old lady on crutches a random act of kindness? Or is it just a means for avoiding a felony charge for manslaughter?

Oh wait. I know of two acts of kindness. The first was when we took in and gave a home to a stray cat. And the second was when we adopted a rescue dog from a kill shelter and provided it with a loving home.

Of course, these were really more acts of kindness on the part of my wife, but we’re life partners, right? So I’m going to, for the purpose of this post, take full credit.

Next, I’m supposed to “nominate anyone or to share your own page.” I’m sharing this page and suggesting that anyone who has either performed a random act of kindness or has been the recipient of one should feel free to share your own story.

Reblog: He’s Not Stupid. He’s Self-Obsessed.

An accurate diagnosis of the media hound who is our president. Sad.


We have to stop assuming and calling Trump stupid. Because he isn’t. Not even when it comes to politics, a field foreign, but not off limits to him during his lifetime.

What we are seeing is also not a symptom of mental illness (unless you count narcissistic delusions, then he has it in spades). It’s merely the actions of a pathetic, fat, white, rich man who loves his spotlight.

Donald J. Trump is a one man wrecking crew; a con man and the head of a circus show that’s been around for quite some time, since long before he campaigned for the top job in the United States.

As much as he whines and cries and yells about the media and “fake news,” this man not only doesn’t dislike it, he actually craves it and always has.

Does he hate and try to undermine any media outlet that doesn’t portray…

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FOWC with Fandango — Love

FOWCWelcome to August 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 “love.”

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.