Anita was crafting her intricate sign to bring to the rally. Donna brought her a cup of coffee and set it down on the table. “What are you hoping to accomplish?” Donna asked.
“My quest is to call attention to women’s rights,” Anita said. “Ever since Trump and his criminal associates took over, the rights we fought so hard for are frail. We must take umbrage with what they are doing not just in our words but with our actions.
“Well, it just so happens I read your horoscope today,” Donna said. “It said your endeavors will bear fruit.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo by T. Chick McClure.
Also for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (intricate), Nova’s Daily Random Word (coffee), Ragtag Daily Prompt (quest), Your Daily Word Prompt (associate), Daily Addictions (frail), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (umbrage), and Weekly Prompts (horoscope).
On a bill that would have formally rebuked the Trump administration before it moves ahead with plans to lift sanctions on companies linked to oligarch Oleg Deripaska, a close ally of Russian President Vladimir Putin, Republicans in the U.S. Senate, under the leadership of Majority Leader and Trump flunky, Mitch McConnell, banded together to block the effort.
The bill that would have blocked the Treasury Department from easing sanctions on a trio of Russian companies needed 60 votes to advance to passage but fell three votes short in the Senate. As a result, the bipartisan attempt to condemn the Trump administration for relaxing Russia sanctions stalled.
There no longer remains any question that Trump is a traitor to his country, and the sycophant Republicans in Congress are equally complicit in this treason to the United States. Period. Full Stop.
My wife said, “Let’s go dancing, it will be so neat.”
I said, “I don’t want to go prancing, I have two left feet.”
“But,” she said, “all you need to do is sway to the beat.”
“How about instead,” I suggested, “we go out and get a bite to eat?”
“Jeez,” she said, “you only want to do things you can do from a seat.”
written for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the word “dancing.”
As we all know, the keepers of our platform, those hapless — I mean happiness — engineers at WordPress, have been doing some wonky things lately. Unexpectedly changing colors on the site, for example. Apparently hot pink is a favorite of some of those happiness engineers.
And on the WordPress iOS app for the iPhone, there are gaping holes in my Reader. I’ll turn on my iPhone when I wake up, go to the WordPress app and start reading posts of the bloggers I follow. I’ll read a few posts that the Reader shows were posted 8 hours ago and then the next post I see in my Reader shows that it was posted 3 hours ago. WTF? Why is there a five hour black hole into which a bunch of posts got sucked into.
So I open up my iPhone’s web browser, log into WordPress, go to the Reader via my browser, and voila! All the missing posts are there! Wonky.
But last night I discovered that I was no longer following at least half a dozen bloggers who I’ve been following for months. There seems to be no rhyme nor reason for those blogs that were dropped from my list.
This is frustrating to me because I try to read each day the posts of the bloggers I follow, but given that I follow about 160 bloggers, I don’t always notice right away if the posts of a blogger I follow suddenly doesn’t show up in my Reader. And in some cases, not seeing posts from a blogger I follow might be legit. Perhaps the blogger decided to throw in the towel, or to take some time off from blogging. But it seems that WordPress just randomly stopped following some bloggers on my follow list.
So if you haven’t heard from me (likes or comments) in a while, that may be the reason why. Sorry about that.
“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”
American author, journalist, and screenwriter
How many times have you, after the fact, thought of the perfect thing to have said in the situation or under the circumstances but didn’t say it when you had the chance?
Or how many relationships have you screwed up not because of the things you said, but because of the things you didn’t say?
Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt, which doubles as today’s Just Jot It January (JusJoJan) prompt.