Weekend Writing Prompt — What’s In a Name?

When I first started blogging back in 2005, my big question was what I should title my blog.

I wanted something unique and catchy, and I remembered having read about Dizzy Dean, an American professional baseball pitcher. Dean was struck in the head by a thrown ball while breaking up a double play in the 1934 World Series. Afterwards, Dean told reporters, “They X-rayed my head and found nothing.”

I titled my first blog, “They Took an X-ray of My Head and Found Nothing.”

(Exactly 84 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “question.”

Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (x-ray)

SoCS — My Least Favorite Body Parts

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to pick a body part and talk about it. I’m going to talk about toes.

I’m not a fan of toes. They are my least favorite body parts. First of all, they have toenails that must be cut almost as often as fingernails must be cut. But toes, being at the very tip of your foot, which is at the end of your leg, are simply too far away to take a pair of clippers and to effectively trim their nails without being a contortionist.

And toenails are m also thicker and bigger than fingernails — at least mine are — meaning that a regular fingernail clipper will not suffice. You have to have a dedicated toenail clipper.

And then there is the unpleasant task of washing between your toes. Again, they’re hard to reach while standing in the shower, so I sort of ignore washing my toes. I just hope that enough soapy water runs down my legs when I’m showering that my toes get relatively cleaned.

And unlike my hands, on which I use soothing hand lotion once or twice a day, I don’t often use hand lotion on my feet. Hence, the skin between my toes tends to get dry and flaky.

I’ve asked my wife if she might consider clipping my toenails for me or at least slathering my toes in hand lotion every now and then to keep the skin between my toes from cracking. But she has told me in no uncertain terms that she wants to have nothing to do with my toes. She doesn’t want to touch my toes or even look at them.

The only good thing about toes is that they are far enough away from my nose that if they smell bad from having spent day after day being stuffed inside my shoes, I can’t smell them.

Did I mention that toes are funny looking?

FOWC with Fandango — X-Ray


Welcome to October 23, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “x-ray.”

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. Please 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.