Time Is Not On My Side

3523B7DA-8078-42B3-B329-F067DDAFFAF7.jpegI wonder if I will be able to keep this pace up much longer. Blogging has become very special to me. Dare I say sacred?

What started out as a little ripple has now has turned into a flood. Just this month I’ve averaged 572 views, 175 likes, and 75 comments per day. Woo hoo! I am totally enraptured by those stats. And thank you all very much for your support and positive response to my blog.

But — and you knew there would be a but — there is a problem. You see, I want to be able to read and respond to all of the comments others have taken the time to make on my posts. And I’m now following 176 great bloggers, most of whom post daily and some of whom post multiple times a day. I want to read everything that all of you post, the operative word being “want.”

And then, of course, there is posting what I write, which is generally between three to five posts a day. I write flash fiction, I rant about politics and society (e.g., Donald Trump), and I respond to multiple daily prompts.

But the bottom line is that there is just not enough time to do it all. To read each and every comment and respond to each. To read each and every post that the bloggers I follow post and to comment on them. And to write three to five of my own posts each day. Something’s gotta give.

But what? Well, unless I can figure out how to add more hours to each day, or to get by with zero hours of sleep, I am going to have to cut back on the number of posts I write each day, including the number of prompts and challenges I respond to, and to probably pare down the number of bloggers I follow.

I really hate to take any of those steps, but I don’t think I have a choice. At least not if I want to stay married and relate to my kids. So I hope you’ll understand if I can’t reply to every comment you make and I can’t read every post you write and if I can’t respond to as many daily prompts.

Someone once said something about life getting in the way of blogging, but I can’t let blogging get in the way of life. I’ll try to keep up as best I can, but you might start to see and hear a little less from me as the year draws to a close. Still, I hope you’ll stick around.

Written for these one-word prompts: Scotts Daily Prompt (keep), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (special), Your Daily Word Prompt (sacred), Ragtag Daily Prompt (ripple), and Word of the Day Challenge (enrapture).

Share Your World — Celebrate Whatever

Monday means Melanie, over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind is gifting us with another Share Your World prompt. Here goes.

What’s the worst topping you could put on popcorn?

I hate this question because it reminds me that I, after having had multiple attacks of diverticulitis (Google it), can no longer eat popcorn…and that makes me sad. That said, anything other than a little salt just does not belong on popcorn.

In what country did Silent Night originate?

I Googled it because I had no idea. Now I know that it was written by some guy in Austria. (Question for Melanie: how is this question “sharing my world”? It’s more like Jeopardy but where you answer a question with an answer rather than answering an answer with a question.)

How would you react if there was irrefutable proof that God doesn’t exist? How about if there was irrefutable proof that God does exist?

I don’t believe that God exists, so if irrefutable proof surfaced that God doesn’t exist, I’d say “see, I told you so.” On the other hand, if irrefutable proof surfaced that God does exist, I’d say, “well, I guess I was wrong and you were right.” But it would in no way change the way I live my life. By the way, it would be very easy to put this question about whether or not God exists to bed once and for all, if the all-powerful, all-knowing Oz God did offer some kind of irrefutable proof. Until he/she/it does, I will continue to believe he/she/it does not exist.

What is the scariest non-banned item you could take on to a plane?

Snakes…on a plane? Shit, I don’t know.541B167E-CBCF-486B-BAB9-99A896D1C6C6

Which version of the holiday celebration do you and your family enjoy?  By this I mean do you follow Jewish traditions with Hanukkah; Christian celebrations with Christmas and (for those over the pond) Boxing Day; or some other festivities that I’ve overlooked?   Please do share with everyone!  I truly feel that this sort of question lets us know a little more about our fellow bloggers without getting too personal (i.e. revealing too much of private lives, which some folks prefer to keep private.)

As a non-religious, nonsectarian family, we celebrate whatever holidays the people we are with are celebrating. Invitations to your celebrations are welcome.

Reblog: To our foreign readers: Yes, it was good news. But temper your hopes.

As Glenn said in this post, “You can’t fix stupid.”


SCENES FROM AMERICA 1: The 45th president may be implicated in a criminal conspiracy with Russia, but with guys like these in America’s heartland, do enough people care?

One of the things that marks me as a Democrat and not a Republican is that I actually care about how my country appears to the outside world. That’s why my thoughts today have turned to our foreign readers and what they must be thinking about the latest news from America.

By now world citizens will have read and digested last week’s news about the legal filings by the office of Special Prosecutor Robert Mueller, and a separate filing by the office of the United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York. Much has been written about the legal language that seems to implicate “Individual-1” in one or more felonies, and surely non-Americans everywhere understand that “Individual-1” is none other…

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Day 10 — Sad Song

img_3121Today we are supposed to write about “a song that makes you sad.”

When I was younger, I used to be sad when the weekend ended and it was Monday and I had to go back to work. And since today is Monday, I must be sad, right?

Not really. But still, those are the reasons — it’s Monday and Mondays sometimes make people sad — that I chose “Monday, Monday” by The Mamas & The Papas.

Of course, now I’m retired and Monday is pretty much like every other day. But as the song says,

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time

Actually, that’s not true. You can’t really find me crying all of the time whenever Monday comes. I cry at sad movies and every time I think about Donald Trump, but that’s a story for another day. Maybe Tuesday, Tuesday.

FOWC with Fandango — Special

FOWCWelcome to December 10, 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 “special.”

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.