Time To Write — Baby It’s Cold Outside

8033D4CA-A8FE-434D-B22C-7379C44A330B“Come on, hurry,” Veronica called out to her husband.

“Why, again, are we doing this?” Tim asked.

“I told you. It’s for my blog,” Veronica said. “Do you ever listen when I’m talking to you?”

“Yes, I listen. I just forgot what you said.”

“But you just asked me why I needed my camera,” Veronica said, “and I told you I have to get some pictures for my blog.”

“So what is your post about that we need to go out in the freezing cold?” Tim wanted to know.

“It’s in response to a photography challenge,” Veronica explained. “We’re supposed to post pictures that reflect all four seasons. I already have some that I took when we were at Virginia Beach last summer. And remember when we were in New Hampshire last fall and I took those stunning pictures of the autum leaves?”

“Yeah,” said Tim.

“And for spring I’m going to use one of the pictures I took of the cherry blossoms on the Potomac during our trip to DC a few years back,” Veronica said.

“So now you need a shot to show a wintry scene,” Tim said.

“Exactly,” said Veronica. “I was thinking of something artistic, like bare, snow-covered branches contrasting against the deep, blue sky. That would really depict winter well, don’t you think!”

“Can’t you just use one of the pictures from that week we spent skiing at Taos? I know you have pictures from that trip.”

“Yes, but I just wanted something unusual, unique, and interesting,” Veronica said. “And we are here in Montreal, aren’t we?”

“Fine,” Tim said. “But let’s make it quick, okay? Because baby it’s cold outside.”

Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt.

#JusJoJan — Finding Your Passion


13BB5B49-4F80-4541-853A-B5A5DF139EE5“So,” she said, “you’ve told me all about your job and what you do for a living, but you haven’t told me who you are.”

A work associate of Jason’s had given him Carrie’s phone number and urged him to call her. “She’s smart, attractive, and I can see the two of you really hitting it off,” he told Jason. Jason called her and she agreed to meet him for a cup of coffee.

Confused by her question, Jason looked across the table at Carrie, who was, as his friend had said, quite attractive. “I think I’ve told you a lot about who I am.”

“Not really,” she said, a warm smile gracing her face. “I want to know what makes you tick, what gets you up in the morning, what drives you, what moves you, what excites you, what it is that you’re passionate about.”

“I love my job,” Jason nervously responded. “My job is interesting and challenging. I really do get excited about getting up every day and going to work.”

“Okay,” Carrie said. “But other than your job, what gets your juices flowing? How do you like to spend your weekends?”

Her question made him realize that, outside of work, he didn’t do much. He spent most weekends at home, by himself, reading, watching TV, or going to a movie. Jason thought for a moment before answering, taking a slow, deliberate sip of coffee to give him some time to conjure up an answer.

“I have a blog,” he said. “And I’m really passionate about it.”

“Oh, that’s exciting,” Carrie said. “What’s your blog about?”

“My job, my work.”

Carrie looked at her watch and said, “Oh my, look at the time.” She stood up and reached out her hand. “It was very nice to meet you, Jason, but I just remembered that I have to be somewhere.”

Jason stood up and shook Carrie’s hand. “Can I call you again?”

“No, I don’t think so. But thanks for the cup of coffee,” she said as she walked toward the door.

“I’ve got to find my passion,” Jason said to himself.

Written for today’s Jot It Down January prompt from Linda G. Hill. The word is “passionate” and was proposed by Rosemary Carlson.

Almost Over

img_0341The year 2017 is almost over and many of us are quite happy about that. It was, in the macro sense, a pretty shitty year. Can the upcoming year be any worse?

Personally speaking, though, 2017 wasn’t a bad year. I retired at the end of last year and managed to survive. Someone once told me that fifty percent of men die within their first year of retirement. I don’t know if that’s true, but if it is, I’m happy to still be among the living.

No one I personally know died 2017, which is a good thing. And my wife and I remain relatively heathy for aging Baby Boomers, so there’s that, as well.

I also started this blog in May of 2017, and I consider that to be an accomplishment. And my wife is happy about it because it keeps me occupied and out of her hair.

So while 2017 saw the world cratering, I’m doing okay. I just hope that next year at this time, when 2018 is almost over, I will not be calling it yet another truly shitty year.

Assuming, of course, the world doesn’t end and I live through my second year of retirement.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “almost.”

May Your Life Be Filled With Likes


An irritating tap, tap, tap on his shoulder awakened Stanley from his dormant state. Without opening his eyes or looking up, he practically screamed, “WHAT?!”

“Stanley, you’re asleep at your desk.” Stanley sat up abruptly upon hearing his boss’s voice. “Are you not getting enough sleep?” his boss inquired. “Are you ill?”

“No, no. I’m fine.”

“Then why are you sleeping at your desk?”

Stanley let out a deep sigh. “I have a wife and kids who are always demanding my attention. I have a dog and a cat that need to be tended to.” Stanley looked up at his boss and continued. “I have books to read, TV shows to watch, meals to eat, personal hygiene to take care of, and sleep to get.”

“Yes, Stanley, we all have those demands on our lives, but you also have this job,” the boss said. “And we need you to be awake and alert when you are here at the office. We need you to do your job.”

“But I also have my blog,” Stanley said, plaintively. “I have posts to write, comments to respond to, and other bloggers’ posts to read and comment on.”

Stanley’s boss couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“So I stay up late most nights,” Stanley explained. “Sometimes the whole night,” he continued, “to keep up with my blog.”

“I can understand that, Stanley, and I appreciate your honesty,” his boss said. “So I’ll tell you what. I’m going to make it easy on you. You’re fired. This way you can spend all the time you need to pursue your blog, which is clearly your priority.”

“What? Wait! No!” Stanley wailed in protest.

“I’ll have Helen from HR call you, Stanley’s boss said. “May you life be filled with likes, Stanley.”

This post was written for today’s one-word daily prompt, “Dormant.”