Cry Me a River

410853F5-3471-47A5-B1D7-5D68E8EA84EDI cried a river when I found out that you were untrue to me. I remember how your infidelity nearly drove me out of my head. You told me you were through with me, that you didn’t love me anymore. And you were so cold. You never even shed a tear.

But now you come to me and say you’re lonely. You say you miss me and you cry the whole night through.

Well, as they say, time heals all wounds, and my memories of the hurt you caused me have finally faded. So all I have to say to you, now that you say you love me, is that you can cry me a river, cry me a river, just like I cried a river over you.

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt. This week’s theme is “faded.” Photo credit: Pixabay.

It’s No Mystery

4F326EBE-D360-4E2E-9FA2-F6A0B0967242LillBlu1981 nominated me for the Mystery Blogger Award. What is the Mystery Blogger Award, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you.

“The Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

Wow, no wonder she nominated me. That describes me and my blog perfectly! The only problem is that I’ve designated my blog as an award-free blog. However, it’s not a question-free blog, so I’m happy to tackle LillBlu’s questions.

Who are you and where are you from?

I’m Fandango and I’m from here, there, everywhere, and anywhere, as I’m a figment of my imagination.

What is your biggest inspiration?

I’m going to answer this in the context of blogging, which, as you will learn shortly, is my passion. And my inspiration comes from my fellow bloggers, whose word, photo, and other prompts spark my imagination and help me to unleash my creativity.

What is the biggest challenge you face in a day?

Maintaining my sanity in the age of Donald Trump.

What is your passion?

Now that my kids are grown and are on their own and my wife is addicted to Twitter, my blog is my passion.

What would you do if you had one day to spend a million pounds but could only do fun things with the money?

I’m going to convert pounds to dollars because I have no idea how much a million pounds are worth. That said, what would be fun for me would be to find 40 worthy people whose lives would be positively impacted by an anonymous gift of $25,000 each.C60ADFBB-5233-4F39-B50E-0EA90FB1EF7F.jpeg


Friday Fictioneers — Stormy Weather

8EFE1720-3941-4A87-B09B-7AAF2E57368F“The forecast is calling for rain this weekend,” Anna said. “Maybe we should put off the yard sale until next weekend.”

“Don’t be silly, Anna,” Dick said. “I’ve advertised it on Craigslist and I’ve put up posters all around the neighborhood. Besides, I rented one of those booth canopy tent-like things, so if it does rain, we can move everything under that to keep it all dry.”

“Okay, Dick,” Anna said.

No one, least of all Dick, was prepared for the severity of the thunderstorm that passed through that weekend. Dick’s booth canopy tent-like thing didn’t stand a chance.

(99 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields.

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — August 16

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. I’ve had this blog for two years, so I have only 2017 and 2018 to draw from.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 16th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

It would be great if everyone who reads this post would scroll down to the comments and check out the posts that others provide links to.

This was originally posted on a now defunct blog of mine on August 16, 2010. Yes, that’s right. Nine years ago today!

Oh My Aching Back

26EA7AAF-7796-4E77-AEC8-6FA1199323AF.jpegYou would think I’d know better by now. After all, I’m old enough to understand, at least intellectually, that there are limits to what my long out-of-shape muscles can tolerate.

So it should come as no surprise to me that after pushing, pulling, and lifting the rather substantial, two-piece, Danish-modern entertainment center that was delivered yesterday in order to get it positioned “just right” in the living room of our new home, I can barely move without grimacing in pain radiating from the small of my back.

Yet I am surprised. Oh why didn’t I have those two beefy delivery guys place the entertainment center exactly where we wanted it when they were here yesterday? If I had, I might now be able to move around without pain.

Here’s where the mind plays tricks on you. I figured that I could be very careful and use my legs more than my back, and that I’d be able to manage to get the damn thing positioned perfectly without damaging my back.

Hell, in my mind, if I wanted to, I could jog for long distances, I could ride a bike up and down challenging hills, I could ski double black diamond slopes, and I could hike the most difficult trails.

Because in my mind, I am like Superman. I can do just about anything he can do, like leap tall buildings in a single bound. I can even use my x-ray vision to see people naked underneath their clothes, just like the TSA employees at airport checkpoints can.

But then cold, cruel reality sets in, and it’s matter over mind. I’m old and out of shape and I can’t do any of those things anymore. Not that I ever could leap tall buildings in a single bound or see naked bodies using x-ray vision.

Right now, as a result of this incongruity between what I can do in my mind versus what I can do in real life, I can’t even comfortably stand or sit, and walking is a delicate, step-by-step process.

I keep saying that I’m going to start getting into shape, start exercising, and building up and toning my muscles so that I won’t damage myself so easily. Yeah, I know. I’ve said this countless times before. It’s a whole lot easier to say that than to do that.

I should take a cue from my wife, who spends well over an hour each morning pushing herself on the treadmill, along with doing vigorous stretching and bending exercises. As if that’s not enough, she goes to a personal trainer a couple of times a week.

But me? I choose to spend my time sitting at my desk in front of my keyboard and computer screen, exercising my fingers (and occasionally my brain). I’m going to end up being a moderately intelligent, nimble-fingered invalid if I don’t hurry up and change my ways.

FOWC with Fandango — Authentic

FOWCWelcome to August 16, 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 “authentic.”

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.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.