Sunday Writing Prompt — The Ram’s Quest

Ram in the MountainsMindlovemisery’s Menagerie has presented us with a Sunday Writing Prompt that is supposed to be a story about a “spiritual quest.” We are instructed to “pick a spirit animal” and then to pick a destination, an activity, an obstacle that must be overcome, and a lesson learned on the journey.

This won’t be easy for me because I’m not a spiritual guy. Thus I don’t really have a spiritual quest. And when it comes to a spiritual animal, well, I don’t really have one of those, either. But I do have a zodiac animal, which is a ram, since I’m an Aries. That said, I am not one who believes in all that astrological crap, no offense to those of you whose lives are guided by the constellations or whatever.

See, not a spiritual bone in this practical pragmatist’s body. But that has never stopped me from pretending to be something I’m not. So here goes.

A ram named Dango was looking for a new place to live. He had been asked to leave his old residence because he was so hardheaded and stubborn and would often butt heads with his neighbors, as rams are wont to do. Dango decided that he wanted his new place to be near the ocean because he was sick and tired of living in the mountains, where rams are wont to live.

Dango interviewed a bunch of real estate brokers before he finally settled on a unicorn by the name of Mr. Horn. Because unicorns are colorful and have vision and imagination, whereas rams tend to be rather dull and are pragmatic and practical, Dango thought that Mr. Horn would be a perfect complement in his quest to find a place by the ocean.

Dango and Mr. Horn searched high and low and far and wide for a suitable place near the ocean, but the hardheaded ram was resolute in what he wanted. Mr. Horn came up with options that would have pleased any other creature, but Dango was very particular, as rams are wont to be.

Poor Mr. Horn was about to give up on finding a place by the ocean that Dango would find acceptable. He’d already invested countless hours showing the stubborn ram places where he could comfortably settle down. Just as Mr. Horn was about to tender his resignation as Dango’s real estate broker, Dango showed up at Mr. Horn’s office and said to him, “Mr. Horn, I’ve had an epiphany. I’m sorry that I’ve been acting like a rolling stone. I think it’s time for this ram to gather some moss. I’ve learned through this process that you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need.”

Sunday Photo Fiction — An Epic Fail

6DE8EB87-9B3A-4633-BE56-86FE43101352The waiter walked over to the table where a family of four sat. Handing each a menu, he said, “Good evening and welcome to Giovanni’s. Let me know if you need any help with the menu.”

“What are the specials tonight?” the father asked.

“There are no specials tonight, sir. Everything we serve is on the menu,” the waiter said.

“But the only items on the menu are spaghetti with or without meatballs,” the mother said. “Do you have any appetizers? Any sides?”

“Everything we have is on the menu,” the waiter repeated.

“Do you have a wine list?” she asked.

The waiter pointed to a wall where numerous bottles of Chianti were hanging. “We have Chianti,” he said, smiling.

“I’m not a fan of Chianti,” the father said. “Do you have any other wines besides those?”

“No, but there is no dearth of Chianti, as you can see,” the waiter said, once again pointing to the wall.

“I suppose that eliminates the possibility of indecision,” the son said.

Mom, this is an epic fail,” the daughter whined.

“So much for that five-star Yelp review,” the son said.

“Let’s get out of here,” the mother said. “I need some oxygen.”

(200 words)

Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Padre of Padre’s Ramblings. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (help), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (dearth), Your Daily Word Prompt (indecision), Swimmers (mom), Word of the Day Challenge (epic), and The Daily Spur (oxygen).

Goodbye and Good Riddance, Sarah

DAF0B5EE-6C9A-4C67-BE0C-25E9F3627513I have to share this. I was reading the Sunday morning paper and came across this blurb in the weekly column by former San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown.

So long, Sarah: I was watching a clip of President Trump’s press secretary, Sarah Sanders, making her exit announcement the other day.

Up on the screen at Sam’s Tavern, Sanders was saying how she hoped to be remembered for being “transparent and honest.”

At which point I heard a female voice behind me adding what President Trump’s self-described paramour had tweeted at Sanders’ comment: “And Stormy Daniels wants to be remembered as a virgin.”

I think that sums up Sarah’s time as Trump’s press secretary quite nicely.64CCAEAC-71DF-469C-A16F-B4BAAA4278E2


whatsgoingonIt was the first day of Oktoberfest and a crystal clear, beautiful fall day it was. It seemed that nearly all of the townspeople showed up for the festivities. There were hot air balloon, helicopter, and train rides. People were swimming and boating on the river, the circus was in town, and all of the restaurants and hotels were full of revelers. People from all around the area were out in droves. Some were parading around, visiting the sites, singing, and dancing. Others were playing tennis, golf, hiking, and even rock climbing. tourists were taking photographs and buying trinkets and souvenirs. There were lots of fun and games. And, of course, plenty of beer with which to celebrate this year’s Oktoberfest. It was shaping up to the best one ever!

I’ve been tagged by Nova, over at My Namastè 365 Online, for this challenge. It’s her brainstorm and she calls it “Imagination Plantation.” Nova presents us with a picture she found on Pinterest and asks us to write a short paragraph about what’s happening in the picture. Then she wants us to create a pingback to her post and tag three other bloggers to do the same. She wants to see how many stories can come from this one picture.

So I’m going to tag:

Of course, participation is optional, but if you have the time and inclination, it could be fun.

Song Lyric Sunday — The Queen of Hearts

For today’s Song Lyric Sunday theme, Jim Adams gave us Cards/Dice/Gamble/Lose/Win. There are lots of songs that covers those topics, but the one that I chose may not be that obvious. I decided to go with the Eagles’ “Desperado.” How could I not? It’s my wife’s favorite song.

Written by Glenn Frey and Don Henley, “Desperado” appeared on the 1973 album Desperado. Although the song was never released as a single, it is one of the Eagles’ best known songs. I chose it for this week’s prompt because of references to the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Hearts.

Ostensibly, this song is about a cowboy who refuses to fall in love, but some have suggested that it’s a metaphor about a young man who discovers guitars, joins a band, pays his dues, and suffers for his art.

Don Henley began writing parts of this in the late ’60s, but it wasn’t arranged into a song until his songwriting teammate Glenn Frey came along. Henley explained in the liner notes for an Eagles compilation album that, “Glenn came over to write one day, and I showed him this unfinished tune that I had been holding for so many years. I said, ‘When I play it and sing it, I think of Ray Charles and Stephen Foster. It’s really a Southern gothic thing, but we can easily make it more Western.’ Glenn jumped right on it, filled in the blanks and brought structure. And that was the beginning of our songwriting partnership. That was when we became a team.”

Linda Ronstadt, who was a huge recording star at the time, recorded this song and released her version on her album Don’t Cry Now, which was issued a few months after the Eagles version. Before the Eagles formed, members of the group played in Ronstadt’s backup band. Her recording of the song gave it a big boost.

Here are the lyrics to “Desperado.”

Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow

Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet

Now, it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table,
But you only want the ones that you can’t get

Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home

And freedom, oh freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re losin’ all your highs and lows;
Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences; open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it’s too late