Close Encounters of the Worst Kind

I was hiking alone along a rocky path deep in the woods when I was startled by an unearthly-looking creature that jumped out in front of me and started snarling. The thing was larger than a bobcat, about the size of a cougar, and it looked hungry. I could tell that it was sizing me up as a fine, nutritional meal.

The big cat bared its teeth and slowly started slinking toward me. My desperation was growing and I knew I had to figure out a clever way to avoid becoming its next victim.

It turns out that I was very lucky. Just as the mountain lion was about to pounce on me, a deer crossed its path. I guess the deer looked a little more appetizing to the cougar than I did, because it began chasing after the deer.

My heart was beating so hard and so fast inside my chest that I thought I was going to pass out. I knew, though, that I had to rally and get back to my car as quickly as possible before the cougar changed its mind and decided to target me again.

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (unearthly), Word of the Day Challenge (cougar), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (nutrition), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (desperation), My Vivid Blog (clever), and The Daily Spur (rally).

Throwback Thursday — Nighttime Rituals

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and Lauren, at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie asks us about our nighttime rituals growing up.

Every time I do one of these Throwback Thursday posts, I am reminded about how little I actually remember about my early life. Oh well, let’s see if this throwback jogs some memories from deep within my head.

Here are Maggie’s questions.

1) Did you share a room with a sibling, or did you have a room of your own?

There were times when I had to share a room with my older sister, but I mostly had my own room.

2) Did you resist going to bed or did you go willingly?

Not all that willingly. I remember having to go to bed by 9:00 and my parents would be in the living room watching TV. I specifically remember the show “Make Room for Daddy” starring Danny Thomas.

It aired at 9 pm and I thought it was so unfair that Rusty, the son in the show who was about my age, could be up after 9:00 when I was supposed to be in bed. I guess I didn’t quite understand the concept of pre-recorded shows at the time.

3) Did someone put you to bed, tuck you in, or read you a bedtime story?

Not that I remember. I was told to wash my face, brush my teeth, get into bed, and go to sleep.

4) Was there a religious component, like prayers, to your nighttime routine?

Not that I recall.

5) Did you go to sleep immediately, or lie awake?

Sometimes I would go to sleep immediately, sometime I would lie awake for a while before falling asleep. I guess it depended upon how tired I was.

6) Did you journal, read a book, talk on the phone or with your siblings, or watch television when you were supposed to be sleeping?

No to journaling, occasional to reading, no to talking on the phone or with a sibling. As to TV, I would sneak onto the landing overlooking the living room and watch “Make Room for Daddy.”

7) Did you ever sleepwalk?

At one point, when I was sharing a room with my sister, she claimed I was sleepwalking. She asked me what I was doing and she said I told her I was going to join the army. She told me to go back to bed, and apparently I did. That was, I think, the only time I sleepwalked.

8) Did you remember having dreams? If you dreamed, did you ever have bad dreams? Do you remember any dreams specifically?

I’m sure I had dreams and, no doubt, some of them were bad dreams. But I don’t specifically recall what they were. Hell, I can’t even recall my dreams from last night!

9) Were you afraid of the dark? Did you sleep with a nightlight or sneak into your sibling’s or parent’s room at night because you were afraid?

I don’t remember being afraid of the dark and I didn’t have a nightlight.

10) Did you have or attend sleepovers or slumber parties? Feel free to elaborate.

My cousin was six months younger than me and and we were very close. I’d often sleep over at his house or he at my house on weekends.

Fibbing Friday — General Stuff

Di (aka Pensitivity101) and Melanie (Sparks From a Combustible Mind) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. This week is Melanie’s turn and she has given us a series of general “knowledge” questions.

  • What ‘quivered’ like a bowl full of jelly? The fat lady’s belly when she sang.
  • What did the Old Woman in the Shoe treasure most of all? Her shoe horn.
  • If those three mice were blind, how could they make it up the pendulum on that famous clock? What they lost in sight, they made up for with an enhanced sense of smell.
  • Did Lassie (a boy btw) ever get Timmy out of that darned well? Clumsiest kid I ever heard of. Well, that’s a deep question, isn’t it?
  • It was round and ripe and red like a cherry…what is it? A red delicious apple.
  • What did Old McDonald find in his hayloft that he wasn’t expecting to see up there? His wife and his hired farm hand making love.
  • Did Jack and Jill get whupped (whipped) for spilling that bucket of water? No, they just got wet.
  • Was the moon really made of green cheese or was that kid just stoned a tiny bit? The moon isn’t really made of green cheese. It’s made of Swiss cheese, where all of those craters are actually holes.
  • Did the fox ever figure out how to get those grapes (in Aesop’s fable?) No, he decided he’d rather go for the hens in the henhouse.
  • Did Chicken Little have a point when it ran around squawking about the sky falling? No, because she started squawking right after the fox fell through the roof of the henhouse.

My Last Photo — June ‘22

Brian, aka Bushboy, posted his monthly Last on the Card prompt, where he asks us to…

  • Post the last photo from your camera’s SD card or the last photo from your phone taken in June.
  • No editing — who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like, or the subject matter didn’t cooperate?
  • No explanations needed — just the photo will do.
  • Create a pingback to Brian’s post or link in the comments.
  • Tag “The Last Photo.”

So here’s the last photo I took on my iPhone in June.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 1st

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your 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.

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 1st) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on July 1, 2017

Remember Your Dog This Weekend


Yes, it’s that time of the year again when America celebrates its birth. Independence Day. The Fourth of July. It’s a time for picnics, family, fun, and fireworks.

Most people love to go to their local fireworks displays. Since the 4th falls on a Tuesday this year, that means that localities will have their big fireworks shows on one of five nights. Some may have had them last night, since it was a Friday night. Others will have them either tonight, Sunday night, Monday night, or some will even have the patience to wait until the actual day to light up the night sky.

But while humans are oooohing and aaaahing at these beautiful, magnificent, stunning displays that celebrate the birth of our nation, our beloved canine family members are not going to be very happy.

No dog that I know of, and certainly not our family dog, loves fireworks. Over the next four nights, we will either have to take our dog out for its last walk of the day before it gets dark and the explosions commence, or very late after the last of the fireworks has been launched.

Because during the fireworks, while people are oooohing and aaaahing, our own terrified dog will be shaking like a leaf, whimpering, sitting in the bath tub, in a windowless bathroom while we are playing loud music in an attempt to drown out the sound of the exploding chaos going on all around us until quiet and calm have returned.

This post is in response to today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: ooooh and aaaah.