Tale Weaver — The Best Part of Waking Up


For this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, we have been invited to write about our morning and our need for coffee or tea to get our day underway.

I definitely need coffee in the morning these days, but it wasn’t always that way. In fact, unlike most of my school buds, I never touched coffee in college. I thought it was way too bitter for my tastes. But when I went to basic training in the army, I decided to give it a shot. In order to tolerate the close to sludge-like army coffee, I had to add lots of milk and sugar.

By the time I rejoined civilization after my stint in the army, I couldn’t survive the morning without coffee, and I continued to load up my coffee with milk and sugar. Eventually I decided to cut out the milk and just use sugar. But I was anything but a coffee connoisseur. I was perfectly fine drinking instant coffee, black with sugar.

But as I got older, I became more picky about my coffee. I bought a Mr. Coffee machine and bags of ground coffee and made my own fresh coffee each morning before work. I still couldn’t take it without sugar, though.

Then I switched to whole beans, got a burr grinder, and ground my own. Still black, with sugar. Finally I bought a top of the line Cuisinart combo grinder/brewer. My wife and I use only organic whole bean dark roast coffee. She has it all set up the night before and the first thing she does every morning is turn on the Cuisinart so that, by the time I head downstairs, a whole pot of delicious, fresh coffee is awaiting. I pour myself a cup and sit down and read the local newspaper.

I can’t imagine starting my day any other way.

And by the way, I gave up sugar in my coffee. Now I put half a packet of Splenda in each cup.

And that’s my story about my need for coffee to get my day underway. It’s the best part of waking up.

V is for Vacant


I’ll be honest with you. I was having trouble coming up with a V-word for today’s A to Z Challenge post. I was going to use “vote” because I really think that the only way we’re going to get rid of Donald Trump is to vote him out of office next year. But I figured a whole host of people would have that same thought and would use the word “vote” today.

But then yesterday afternoon when I was walking my dog, I noticed that a house on my block that has been vacant for about two years continues to remain vacant. And then I remembered reading a headline from a few weeks ago in the local newspaper, which claimed that “an estimated 100,000 homes are sitting empty in the San Francisco Bay area.”

I also saw another statistic saying that there are more 30,000 vacant homes in the city of San Francisco alone. And that’s not just in the shitty parts of the city, either. There are around three or four properties that have been sitting vacant within blocks of where my wife and I live.

That’s when I decided that “vacant” would be my V-word.

Another article I recently read estimated that there are between 7,500 and 8,000 homeless people living in the city.

So I thought that if there are 30,000 vacant homes, some percentage of which must be fit for human habitation, and only around 8,000 homeless people, couldn’t we make a big dent in the city’s homelessness problem by housing many of the homeless in habitable, currently vacant houses?

Well, just a thought.

Previous A to Z Challenge 2019 posts:

Hell Hath No Fury

61A1D6D9-F978-4733-B38E-F762948D1B5FI have no idea how it got there, I swear,” Tim said.

“You’re drunk!” Alicia said, tears welling up in her eyes. “You waltz in here at almost midnight, barely able to stand up, slurring your words, smelling like her perfume, and you have the nerve to tell me that you have no idea how her lipstick on got on your collar?”

“Okay, fine, but I promise you, babe, nothing happened,” Tim insisted. “Yes, I had dinner with your sister at her apartment, but it was just dinner and a bottle of wine. We were both a bit tipsy, and she said wanted me to sleep with her. But I told her no. So we hugged before I left, and she must have smudged her lipstick on my collar in order to cause a rift between you and me. You know how she’s always been jealous of you.”

“My husband and my sister, huh?” Alicia said. She smiled at Tim, moved in close to him and whispered tenderly in his ear, “You always said that you’re a family man.”

She plunged the kitchen knife deep into his gut. Still smiling, Alicia said, “Let me remind you of something you should have learned in English lit, Tim. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

As the light started to fade from Tim’s eyes, Alicia added, “Don’t fret, sweetheart, my jealous sister will soon be learning this same lesson.”

Written for yesterday’s Story Starter Challenge from Teresa (aka The Haunted Wordsmith). The story starter is, “I have no idea how it got there.”

FOWC with Fandango — Hurry

FOWCWelcome to April 25, 2019 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 “hurry.”

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.