TGIF — Good News, Bad News

Paula Light, at Light Motifs II, has this prompt she calls TGIF. She encourages us to take this opportunity to openly chat or jabber about anything we want.

On a personal note, I’ve got some good news to chat with you about this Friday. I have graduated from a needing a walker to get around to using two canes like one would use walking sticks. I can walk faster using the canes than with the walker, and I can maneuver around things easier, so that’s some decent progress with respect to my hip rehabilitation.

The other bit of good news is that I actually drove a car today for the first time since mid-January. I accompanied my wife for her annual appointment with an ophthalmologist — well, supposedly annual, but because of the pandemic, it was her first “annual” visit since 2019 — and she had to get drops in her eyes. That meant I had to drive us home. That was fun!

But I also have some not so good news to share with you. I’ve worn hearing aids since April of last year and they’ve been great. Until last night, that is. Suddenly I’m not hearing any base sounds, only treble, and that makes everything I hear sound brassy and tinny, including my wife’s voice. And when we’re watching TV, the actors’ voices either sound tinny or it sounds like they’re whispering.

I’m not happy about that. I have an appointment with my audiologist this afternoon. She said they first want to give me a hearing test to rule out that my hearing has further betrayed me, of if, in fact, the issue is with the hearing aids themselves. I hope it’s the latter and they can fix it.

And on that note, happy TGIF, everyone.

WDP — Career Planning

Daily writing prompt
What is your career plan?

As I look back on my working years, my goal was to have a career in a field of interest to me, to work in roles that were fulfilling, and to hold positions where I looked forward to going to work every day.

Blah, blah, blah.

My real career plan was to retire after having built a nest egg with enough money accumulated in my retirement savings accounts to be sure that I could live comfortably in retirement and wouldn’t outlive my money.

I retired in 2016 and I’m proud to say that, short of some unexpected catastrophic expense or occurrence, or me living to about 120 years, I will have achieved my career plan.

Three Line Tales — Perchance to Dream

You walked up to me, tears streaming down your cheeks, told me what I did was unforgivable, and said that you were leaving me.

Then, when we ran into each other last night at Ben’s party, you said that you missed me, that you’d be willing to forgive and forget and take me back if I’d have you.

I was thrilled and relieved and excited until I woke up and realized that it was all a dream.

Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Keller Chewning.

Fibbing Friday — Musical Fibs

Di (aka Pensitivity101) hosts 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. For this week’s Fibbing Friday, Di has asked Jim Adams to choose the questions for her while she’s off celebrating her birthday. Jim, of course, chose a musical theme.

1. Why did Don Mclean drive his Chevy to the levy?

Some little Dutch boy had to stick his finger in the dike.

2. Who will stop the rain?

A pissed off Mother Nature.

3. Where does the love go?

Down the hatch.

4. Why was nobody getting fat except Mama Cass?

She was hogging all the food.

5. Who shot the deputy?

The health worker at the town COVID vaccination station when the deputy volunteered to get jabbed.

6. How did the blackbird break its wings?

It flew directly into the sliding glass doors at the back of my family room.

7. What did the Traveling Wilburys find at the end of the line?

Desolation, destruction, and death.

8. What instrument did Mr. Bojangles play?

The didgeridoo.

9. Who lived on Desolation Row?

The survivors who the Traveling Wilburys found at the end of the line.

10. Why couldn’t the Rolling Stones get any satisfaction?

Because they were unable to gather any moss.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 12th

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 Flashback Friday 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 (12th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on May 12, 2018.

SoSC — On the Farm

So Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week asks us to find a word (or words) that has a farm animal sound in it and use it (or them) in our posts. Okay, that’s a little weird, but here goes.


“I came over as soon as I got your tweet,” Monica said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Monica,” Tom said. “I had the strangest encounter with my new neighbor today.”

“I take it things didn’t go smoothly.”

“Not really,” Tom answered. “The guy was kind of gruff, actually. When he first introduced himself, he seemed normal. But then he started growling and snorting and squeaking in a most peculiar way. I couldn’t figure out what he was saying. It sounded like a bunch of gobbledegook to me.”

“That person sounds like he’s a real quackpot,” Monica said. “So what did you do?”

“Well,” said Tom, “I was getting kinda pissed, so I boinked him right on his nose. Honestly, I didn’t hit him that hard, but he fell to the ground and was out cold. I swear to God, Monica, I thought the guy had croaked.”

“Oh, Tom, that’s awful,” Monica clucked, a look of concern on her face.

“But then he stood up and shook my hand,” Tom said. “And he said it was nice to have met me and invited me over for dinner with him and his wife tomorrow night.”

“Seriously? What did you say?”

“I said ‘baa humbug’ to that, turned around, and walked away from that crazy old hoot.”