Day: August 29, 2020

The Users’ Group Meeting

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“So are you ready to give your big presentation at the users’ group meeting next week?” Darlene asked Alan, her team leader.

“You betcha, Darlene,” Alan said enthusiastically. “I’ve practiced my speech a dozen times. Do you think you’ll be able to demonstrate the latest version of our app and won’t run into that glitch we were having a few weeks ago?”

“I’ve been trouble shooting the demo all week, especially focusing on the issue, and so far so good,” Darlene said.

“How about giving me a sample of what you’ll be demoing?” Alan asked.

Darlene connected her laptop to the overhead projector and opened up the app. She started demonstrating all of the latest features and enhancements on the large screen.

“That’s stupendous, Darlene,” Alan said. “I have no doubt that our users will be universally thrilled when we rollout our new WordPress Block Editor next week!”

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (speech), Your Daily Word Prompt (demonstrate) Ragtag Daily Prompt (glitch), Jibber Jabber (especially), The Daily Spur (sample), and WOTD of the Day Challenge (stupendous).

Weekend Challenge — Reflections

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For this week’s Weekend Challenge, GC, at themainaisle.com, and SueW, at nansfarm.net, have given us the word “reflections.” As soon as I saw that word, I knew I would showcase a work by graphic artist, M.C. Escher.

I’ve been an Escher fan for many years. I have several coffee table books of his drawings in my home as well as a handful of his prints hanging on my walls. I thought this Escher graphic perfectly illustrates the notion of reflections.

The image, Hand with Reflecting Sphere, also known as Self-Portrait in Spherical Mirror, is a lithograph print by Dutch artist M.C. Escher. First printed in January 1935, the piece depicts the artist’s hand holding a reflective sphere. In the reflection, most of the room around Escher can be seen.

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #29

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Fandango’s Dog Days of AugustDo you need a muse to get your creative juices flowing during these hot, sultry days of August? Try a dose of Fandango’s Dog Days of August prompt.

At 6:00 am Pacific time each day this month, I will be posting a new theme. Today’s theme is “time of the day.” What is your favorite time of day? Are you a morning person? A night owl? Do you prefer afternoons? Or do you like to go to bed and dream? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your favorite time of day.

If you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FDDA, and create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.

And, of course, take some time to read the other responses to this prompt. See how other bloggers are coping with the dog days of August.

SoCS — By the Hundreds

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This week, for her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill wants us to “write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now.”

Okay, here’s what I have more than a hundred of in my home right now.Yes, that’s right, ants. Tiny black ants. By the hundreds.

We first encountered these dirty little critters invading our happy home in our family room shortly after we moved here in February. I broke out my trusty can of Raid ant spray and soaked them good. Take that you damn ants.

A few days later, still basking in our early success, my wife informed me that there were several hundred ants desecrating our master bedroom. More Raid. Another battle won. Until another full on attack a few days later in our kitchen.

Time to bring out the big guns, the professional, the exterminator. We had our whole house treated, inside and out. And voila, ants begone.

Until yesterday, when a large army of tiny black ants showed up in our master bathroom. I finished off my can of Raid, called the exterminator, and they’re coming out again on Monday for another inside/outside treatment.

Ants: you can’t live with them and, in my house anyway, it seems I can’t live without them.