Day: August 28, 2019

#100WW — The Möbius Strip

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22450791-D0E0-4CAE-8A28-2458A30E425E“I feel like my life is tied up in one, big knot. No matter how many steps I take, how many flights I climb, I always end up back where I started. I never make any progress. I just go around and around, up and then down, doing a giant loop-de-loop. My existence is nothing more than a big fat circle game.”

“I see,” said the psychologist. “How long have you been feeling this way?”

“Ever since I went to that amusement park and got on that Möbius Strip ride and couldn’t find my way off of the damn thing.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Cyranny.

Nightmare Neighbors

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FB79CDD0-5261-45CF-A2EA-7D34D834257A“My neighbors are a nightmare,” Elizabeth said.

“They seem like very nice people to me,” Jessie observed.

“Oh yes,” Elizabeth admitted. “That’s what I thought at first, too.”

“What did they do to change your mind?” Jessie asked.

“The wife is always coming over and borrowing things and never returning them,” Elizabeth said. “A cup of sugar, coffee beans, butter.”

“Well,” Jessie said, “have you talked with her about your concerns?”

“I tried,” Elizabeth said, “But every time she comes over her breath smells like she’s been hitting the gin bottle. Even first thing in the morning.”

“So you think she’s an alcoholic,” Jessie asked.

“I think she’s a serial killer,” Elizabeth whispered.

“Oh my God!” Jessie exclaimed. “Why would you think that?”

“Because,” Elizabeth said, “she came over today and asked to borrow the last of my oatmeal cereal. She’s killing me.”

Jessie burst out laughing. “Oh, you mean she’s a cereal killer.”

Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “nightmare,” “oatmeal,” and “gin.” Also for Weekly Prompts topic, “neighbors.”

In Other Words — A Visit to the Pancake House

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331BF200-C35D-48F7-B23B-C3A790723C75.jpeg“Blueberry, please.”

“I’ll have banana nut.”

“I’d like a Dutch Baby, if you have them.”

“Make mine plain buttermilk.”

“Thank you for your orders,” the waitress said. “Your pancakes should be coming right up.”

In other wordsWritten 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 picture above and/or the word “pancakes.” Photo credit: IrinaPirogova from Pixabay.

Mentally Incompetent

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205A6152-337E-4882-BD8F-501B7A2F2389It’s a puzzle to me how anyone with eyes, ears, and even half a brain can still support Donald Trump. Especially after his errant, erratic, and capricious performance at the recent G7 meeting in France, where it was exquisitely obvious that he is mentally incompetent.

At the meeting, Trump lied, made countless misstatements, forgot facts, skipped out on a critical climate change meeting, lying about the reason why he was unable to attend, and sent mixed, confusing messages about his trade war with China.

Trump expressed unqualified support for Vladimir Putin’s agenda to re-enter the G7, which would legitimize Russia’s role in the annexing of Crimea, an illegal international act of aggression that got Russia kicked out of what was the G8.

Now it comes out that questionable, outrageously large loans that Donald Trump got from Deutsche Bank, the only bank that would do business with him, were allegedly co-signed by Russian oligarchs close to Putin, demonstrating, if true, the debt he owes to his best bud, Vlad.

How can the public not see that we have a man in office who is totally unfit to be President of the United States? To me, it’s irrefutable.

Written for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (puzzle), Word of the Day Challenge (errant), Ragtag Daily Prompt (caprice), Your Daily Word Prompt (exquisite), The Daily Spur (debt), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (irrefutable).

Rory’s Daily Four

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0017D8B6-5A27-4732-AA15-E0F3F05ABEF6I’m a little late getting around to answering these four questions posed by Rory. Well, better late than never, right?

What was the worst thing you did as a child?

I grew up.

Growing up, what was your ideal dream job and did you bring that to a reality at all?

I was told by numerous people that I had a great speaking voice and that I ought to consider becoming a radio disk jockey. So I decided to take the FCC third-class operator’s license, which was required at the time in order to go on air at an AM radio station. Then I managed, during one summer vacation in college, to acquire a job as a disk jockey for the midnight to six am shift at a small, relatively rural radio station. I gave it my all, but it was a lonely job. In a valiant attempt to liven things up a bit (and to keep me awake), I would ask listeners to call in to request records that they wanted me to spin and I would hold contests to see who could come up with the correct answers to my rock ‘n roll trivia questions. Nobody called. Ever. And thus ended my desire to be a DJ. To this day, I still don’t know if anyone was actually listening.

What were the things you both loved and hated about your schooling?

I loved history and English. I hated math, although I did eventually learn to love working with numbers.

Where there is a will, there is a way! Do you agree?

Depends upon whether or not I was mentioned in the will and, if so, how much I was bequeathed.