You Broke Me

Since you left me, I’m in total withdrawal, wandering around in a purple haze. You have me drowning in a sea of grief, and I am not being metaphorical. You really broke me in two, and all of the king’s horses and all the king’s men can’t put me back together again. Only you can.

I was wrong to contradict you. In hindsight, I can see that I was harsh in not being able to appreciate your point of view. So I need to ask you what it will it take for us to rekindle the love we once had? Help me become whole again.


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (withdrawal), Ragtag Daily Prompt (purple), Word of the Day Challenge (metaphor), Your Daily Word Prompt (contradict), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (rekindle).

Inspiration and Faithful

For those of you who, based upon the title of this post, were expecting a religious or spiritual post from me today, I’m sorry to disappoint. This post is actually in response to the Thursday Inspiration post hosted by Jim Adams and to the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Faithfuls post, also hosted by Jim Adams.

For yesterday’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, Jim gave us the word “street.” What came to mind was the song “On the Street Where You Live” from the musical My Fair Lady.

But it also brought to mind my street, which is crowded with construction vehicles and workers. The neighborhood we live in now was built in the mid-fifties, and it looks like this summer, all of our neighbors on the block are doing major construction on their houses.

Next door neighbors are doubling the size of their home

The people on our left are doubling the size of their house. The people on their left are adding a large room in the back of their house. The house across the street was taken down to the studs and is being totally remodeled, and house next to that one just added a huge patio off the master bedroom. Even the house behind ours just put an addition to the back of their house.

And, yes, we are in the process of tearing out our water-hungry grass lawn and replacing it with a dry creek bed of stones and boulders and drought tolerant plants. Ah, climate change.

Our drought-friendly work-in-progress front yard

Head in the Clouds

I still haven’t figured out what the intent of “Friday Faithfuls” is, but Jim’s Friday Faithful post today was an education in cloud and edge computing. I didn’t really understand most of what he wrote, but at the end he said, “I would be happy if you basically wrote anything about a computer, or the internet.”

Alrighty then. I have a six year old Dell laptop that the folks at Dell keep trying to get me to trade in for a new, 2022 model. But I only boot up my laptop two or three times a month. My iPhone meets 95+% of my computing needs, including 100% of my blogging activities on WordPress.

In a bit of kismet, Jim mentioned in another post of his this morning that Apple was warning of a serious security flaw for iPhones, iPads, and Macs that allows hackers to access these devices. Apple’s vulnerability means that a hacker could get “full admin access” to the device. That would allow intruders to impersonate the device’s owner and subsequently run any software in their name.

Thanks to Jim’s timely post, I immediately updated my iPhone to the just released iOS update that addresses that security flaw. So thanks, Jim, for saving my ass from having some asshole hacker take control of my iPhone.

And that’s my post about a computer and the internet. I hope this does, indeed, make Jim happy.

Fibbing Friday — New Definitions

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 Di is back and she gives us some words to define.

1. What is a broom? A broom is the short term used in classified ads for “bedrooms,” as in, For rent: 3 broom, 2 bath apartment.

2. What is a doughnut? One of two testicles belonging to the Pillsbury Doughboy.

3. What is a penny farthing? It’s a competition to see who can take a penny and skim it across the surface of a lake the farthest.

4. What is a blanket? It’s another name for a blank check.

5. What is a socket? A small sock.

6. What is tapestry? It’s when you are running in a relay race and try to tap the next runner in order to pass him or her the baton.

7. What is e-mail? The opposite gender of a fe-mail.

8. What is a shower? It’s a sweaty feeling someone gets when they attempt to quickly climb up the steps of a tall and narrow structure.

9. What is a sandbag? It’s a woman’s handbag, but with a handle in the shape of the letter S, enabling it to be hooked onto the belt, thus offering a hands-free handbag experience.

10. What is chocolate? Flavored, edible chalk.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — August 19th

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 19th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on August 19, 2017.

SoCS — Pant-Pant-Blow

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The first time my wife got pregnant we were advised by her OB/GYN to enroll in a Lamaze class. These classes teach young couples how to prepare for childbirth and, more importantly, how to make it through labor and delivery.

One of the key learnings from the Lamaze class was how to breathe. Naturally, this lesson was intended for the soon-to-be mother to learn breathing techniques during labor. But the husband had a role as well. He was to be her coach, and as such, he, too, needed to learn the proper breathing techniques in order to help his wife manage the trauma of labor and delivery.

One such breathing technique is referred to as “pant-pant-blow.”

Our Lamaze instructor told my wife that as her contractions became more intense, she should exhale in a pant-pant-blow pattern. She needed to take a deep breath in through your nose when her contraction started and then exhale in two short pants followed by one longer blow. That breathing in and panting out should take about 10 seconds and should be repeated until the contraction stops.

Well, one night my wife’s water broke and we headed to the hospital. She got settled in her room in the maternity ward, where, in my role as her coach, I was by her side.

I was armed with a large cup of shaved ice in case her mouth got dry. I had a small, brown paper bag for her to breathe into should she start to hyperventilate or feel dizzy while doing the breathing exercises we’d learned.

Things were moving along, albeit slowly. She was only about five centimeters dilated after about six hours and her contractions to that point had been fairly mild. So her doctor decided to give her Pitocin to speed things up.

It worked. Within an hour her contractions started coming fast and furious and that’s when she really needed my help. I was there for her, holding her hand, mopping her brow, and pant-pant-blowing right along with her.

Between contractions, I was dropping pinches of shaved ice into her mouth like a mother bird feeding her chicks.

And then the wheels came off the bus. My poor wife was in the middle of an intense contraction and we were pant-pant-blowing together. The next thing I remember was waking up in the other bed in my wife’s hospital room. I had a major headache and a bandage on my forehead.

I must have been a little too exuberant in my pant-pant-blow technique. I somehow managed to black out and, on my way to the floor, I knocked my head on the metal railing of her hospital bed.

Fortunately I was revived just before they wheeled my wife to the delivery room. Still, I was mortified by my failure as her labor coach.

To this day, though, I tell my daughter, who was born that night, that being there for her birth really knocked me out!


Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The challenge was to write a post around the word “pant,” just in case you couldn’t tell.

FOWC with Fandango — Rekindle

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It’s August 19, 2022. Welcome 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 “rekindle.”

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. Show them some love.