My Grandmother’s Vase

“Why in the world would you do that?” Elaine screamed at her son after he took a vase and hit it with a hammer, breaking it into large, puzzle-like pieces. “My grandmother gave me that vase. It’s priceless and irreplaceable.”

Kintsugi,” Matt said. “It’s a Japanese technique I learned in my art class. It’s used to repair broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. When I’m done using the kintsugi technique, it will be better than new.”

Elaine couldn’t contain her anger. “Enough with this jibber jabber,” she said. “I think you’ve gone plain crazy if you think you can make up for taking a hammer to my grandmother’s vase without even asking me. You weren’t brought up in a jungle, for heaven’s sake.”

“I promise, Ma, you’ll love it.”

Once Matt completed the project, he showed the finished vase to his mother. She looked at it, put her hands up to her mouth, and started to cry. “It’s beautiful,” she said, hugging her son. “Please forgive me, Matt, for doubting your lofty artistic skills.”

Written for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (kintsugi), Word of the Day Challenge (anger), Ragtag Daily Prompt (jib), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (plain), The Daily Spur (jungle), and Your Daily Word Prompt (lofty).


“They’re calling for rain tomorrow,” I said, “So I turned off the irrigation system and I….”

My wife interrupted me. “I know, you changed the irritation system clock because it was still on Daylight Saving Time. You already told me.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did.”

This happens to me a lot lately. I think of something I want to tell someone, only to find out that I already did tell them that.

Or the opppsite happens. I think I said something only to find out that I thought I did, but I didn’t. My wife will say to me, “You never told me that,” or ask, “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I did tell you that,” I’ll defensively say.

“You most certainly did not,” she’ll say.

I think my wife is gaslighting me.

Or I’m losing my mind.

#WDYS — Ignore At Your Own Peril

It couldn’t be any clearer. Like a glaring neon sign, it’s telling us we need to take definitive action now. Before it’s too late.

The air we breathe. The water we drink. We can no longer take it for granted. We can’t assume that the air will always be fresh and breathable or that the water will be clean and potable. Life cannot survive without breathable air and drinkable water.

Yet we argue whether climate change is a hoax or is real. We refuse to accept that we are destroying our planet, our only home. We are reluctant to invest in clean energy and curtail our use of toxic chemicals and pollutants. We put our heads in the sand and say — or pray — that this, too, shall pass. We believe that the supernatural being that created us will protect us and will not let our planet die. Will not let us perish.

So it will be business as usual. Until it isn’t and life on Earth has been extinguished.

Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt.