Put the Ugliness Behind Us

“He’s was man of seeming respectability and l really did admire him at the time,” Brenda said. “But after he launched his campaign, I had no idea that he would turn out to be the way he did.”

“I tried to give you fair warning,” Chris said. “He came from a background of extreme wealth and privilege, and as time elapsed, it became clear that he was not anyone who would have ever set foot in, or perhaps even heard of, soup kitchens. Empathy was not his strong suit and I think we all dodged a bullet when he lost the election.”

“I just wish he’d acknowledge his loss and concede the election,” Brenda said. “Then, maybe, we will finally be able to put this ugliness behind us.”

Written for these daily prompts: E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (respectability), Ragtag Daily Prompt (admire), Your Daily Word Prompt (launch), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (warning), My Vivid Blog (privilege), Word of the Day Challenge (elapse), and The Daily Spur (soup).

Share Your World — 10/10/2022

Share Your World

Melanie is back again with another one of her Share Your World series of questions. So let’s get to them.

Can we really know everything?

Know everything? These days I feel like I don’t know anything anymore.

Where were people before they were born?

They didn’t exist. The were the same place they are after they die: nowhere.

Does the Law of Attraction exist? (Law of Attraction, as I understand it, is a school of thought where positive thinking brings about good changes. Some say it’s made them wealthy. Others say it improves their health or their outlook on life)

Birds of a feather flock together, right? So it stands to reason that positive people attract positive people and negative people attract negative people. Or not. As I said, I don’t know anything anymore.

Do we love ourselves more in the virtual world and less in the real world? If so, why? If nay, why?

I have no idea how to answer this question, as I’m the same person in the real world as I am in the virtually world.


Are you happy?

I am content.

Blogging Insights — Creative Clutter

It’s Monday and Dr. Tanya is back with her weekly Blogging Insights prompt. She provides us with a quote about blogging or writing and asks us to express our opinion about said quote.

This week’s quote is from Fennel Hudson, a rural lifestyle author.

I like working among ‘creative clutter.’ It gives me a sense of activity and achievement.

A coworker of mine, whose desk always used to look like a tornado had just landed on it, used to say, “A messy desk is the sign of an organized mind.” I thought the guy was as scatterbrained as his desk was messy.

Anyway, to respond to Mr. Hudson’s quote, when I was still working for a living, I tried to keep my work area neat and tidy. I couldn’t deal with clutter. Now that I’m retired, and I do most of my “work” on my iPhone — and by “work” I mean blogging — I can work anywhere, in clutter, chaos, or whatever.

Does working in such conditions give me a sense of activity and achievement more so than working in a quiet and tidy environment? No. It’s not where I do my creative work that gives me a sense of activity and achievement. It’s that I do creative work, which others read and appreciate, that gives me a sense of activity and achievement.

TMP — Two Peeves

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. I actually have two peeves to share with you today.

Peeve #1

On October 1st I received my first Christmas catalog in the mail. I believe it was from Frontline, but I may be mistaken. This first Christmas catalog arrived two and three quarter months before Christmas. Since then, I’ve have been getting at least three Christmas catalogs a day in the mail. What a waste of paper, of ink, and of the backs of the mail carriers. C’mon, sellers. I have a computer. I have a smartphone with internet access. I buy almost everything except groceries online. I don’t need or want your freakin’ Christmas catalogs that go directly from my mailbox to my recycle bin. They do not pass go; they do not collect $200. STOP SENDING ME CHRISTMAS CATALOGS.

Peeve #2

It’s been six months since I was fitted with hearing aids. The audiologist said it would take three to four months for my brain to acclimate to hearing through hearing aids. And he was right. What he didn’t tell me was that once my brain acclimated to hearing with hearings aids, hearing without hearing aids would be much worse.

I generally don’t put my hearing aids on until after I shower and get dressed. As a retiree, that might not be until 9 or 10 in the morning. And that means that when my wife is talking to me in the early morning, most of what she says is muffled beyond recognition. Well, at least until she yells at me to “go put on your fucking hearing aids.” That I can hear.

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #188

Welcome to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from shutterstock.com

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a man wearing a yellow raincoat standing, back to the camera, on a wooden path with yellow autumn leaves on the path and on the ground on both sides of the path.

If this week’s image inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post. I hope it will generate some great posts.

Please create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.