The Weary Wanderer

0B9FA242-7841-443E-AC72-15415BAF040CThe thick clouds finally parted, allowing the light from the large, full moon to illuminate the frozen landscape, revealing the path forward for the weary wanderer toward the isolated castle. She shielded the flame on her staff from the cold, brisk wind before pushing forward.

Step by step, she pressed on, bound and determined to reach her destination before she succumbed to hunger and the elements.

About two hours later, desperately fighting exhaustion, she approached the gates of the castle. There was a large, brass bell overhead, with a thick rope hanging down. With her last bit of strength, she reached up and pulled down on the rope. And then she passed out.

Light from a bright sun came streaming through the windows of the large bedroom, waking the wanderer up from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes to see a man standing beside her bed holding a tray. He asked her to sit up and placed a tray of food on her lap.

“I trust you’re well rested, m’lady,” he said.

“How long have I been asleep?” she asked.

“About a day and a half, m’lady,” he responded.

At that point, another man walked into the room. “Leave us,” he said to the man who had brought in the tray. The tray-bearer bowed and departed.

Once they were alone, the remaining man said to the woman, “You have passed the penultimate challenge, albeit just barely. Now it’s time for your final challenge. Are you ready?”

“I am, sire,” she said.


Written for Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? Prompt and for Go Dog Go Café Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, where the prompt word is “light.”

3-2-1 Quote Me! — Confidence

C542B21B-E856-452B-BFA3-14D3F6DEF756Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, tagged me for this 3-2-1 Quote Me! challenge thingie. According to Rory’s rules, I’m supposed to:

  • Thank the selector. Thank you Rory.
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day, which is “confidence,” and
  • Tag 3 bloggers to take part in “3-2-1 Quote Me!”

Alrighty then, let’s get to it!

On the topic of confidence:

“As long as you keep going, you’ll keep getting better. And as you get better, you gain more confidence. That alone is success.”

Tamara Taylor

“When you have confidence, you can have a lot of fun. And when you have fun, you can do amazing things.”

Joe Namath

Okay, now to tag three bloggers to participate in this 3-2-1 Quote Me! challenge. I’m going to go with three bloggers I’ve only recently started following. How about:

Of course, participation is optional, but I hope that the three of you will choose to do so. You’ll have fun!

The Alphabet Post Challenge

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Rory, aka A Guy Called Bloke, tagged me for this new challenge. According to Rory, the challenge requires us to:

  1. Acknowledge the blogger that challenged you.
  2. Display the challenge photo or create your own.
  3. Link back to the tagger’s post so he/she can read yours.
  4.  Create one post or multiple posts using a word that starts with each letter of the alphabet and share your thoughts on the word you chose and how it can be applied to our lives.
  5. Be creative and have fun!
  6. Nominate 7 bloggers to participate.

So, (1) thanks Rory, (2) see the image at the top of this post, (3) here’s the link, and (4) see below, (5) I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee that by the time I get to the letter “Z,” I’ll have much of either left, and (6) no, I’m not gonna nominate seven bloggers. I’m going to throw it open to anyone who is up for it.

A is for alphabet. What else would “A” be for in a post called “The Alphabet Post Challenge”?

B is for blog. Like “A” for alphabet, what else would you choose for the letter “B” beside blog for a post about the letters of the alphabet. I mean seriously?

C is for compromised, which is what the President of the United States (POTUS) has been by Putin and Russia.

D is for Democrats who took back the U.S. House of Representatives and can, hopefully, rein in the disaster known as Donald Trump.

E is for egomaniac, which is one of the negative characteristics of the man I’m hoping the Democrats will be able to rein in this coming year.

F is for fuhgeddaboudit because I love saying (and spelling) that word that way.

G is for generous, which is something that most of you who read, like, and comment on my posts have been toward me. I love you all for that.

H is for hypocrisy, which is a characteristic of most of the Republicans in elected offices at both the state and federal levels of government.

I is for idiot, a characteristic that can be used to describe our fearless leader.

J is for jackass, an apt description of the current POTUS.

K is for Krispy Kreme doughnuts, the best doughnuts in the world and they aren’t available where I live now. Oh how I miss them.72701EFA-5BE2-426A-840F-5B108B9F491B

L is for love, because what the world needs now is love, sweet love, it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of, especially these days.

M is for moron, a generally accepted way of describing our president.

N is for narcissistic, another negative trait of the current POTUS.

O is for organized, which is something I hope to be more of in 2019.

P is for pessimistic, which is something I hope to be less of in 2019.

Q is for questions. An awful lot of bloggers are being nominated for blog awards, which is great, and they are answering questions their nominator asked of them, and asking other questions of those who they then nominate. Is it just me, or are we, myself included, going a little overboard with all of these Q&A posts?

R is for resolutions, as in New Year’s resolutions. I don’t make ‘em because I can’t keep ‘em.

S is for stable. Given the chaos of the past year, I hope this new year will be at least a little more stable.

T is for time. It’s time for the Republicans in Congress to stop enabling, defending, and protecting Donald Trump while he totally destroys this country.

U is for unhinged, unqualified, and unfit. Take a wild guess who I’m talking about.

V is for vindictive. Don’t worry. We’re getting close to the end of the alphabet, so pretty soon I’m going to run out of negative characteristics to describe POTUS.

W is for write, which is what we bloggers do just about every day because we are driven to do so.

X is for xenophobic. Really, do I have to tell you why by now?

Y is for Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker, which is what I will gleefully shout out the day that Donald Trump is removed from of voted out of office.

Z is for zonked out because “Z” is the last letter of the alphabet and I’m tired, so let’s just fuhgeddaboudit.

#writephoto — The Long Walk

34416887-00AC-41B3-BFF4-821FF8F185D9Eric stopped, lowered his large backpack onto the surface of the road, and took a sip of water from his water bottle. His gaze followed the road that led across the valley toward the foothills in the distance. He looked at his Apple Watch to check his progress. It had clocked 28,321 steps for the day so far. At his stride, that equated to about 13.6 miles. His goal was 20 miles a day and he felt pretty damn good about his prospects for hitting today’s daily target. Less than six and a half miles to go. Piece of cake.

Five Days Earlier…

“You’re doing what?” his daughter, Shana, said when he first told her and her brother, Jesse, about his plans.

“Dad, you’re 67 years old,” Jesse said. “What are you trying to prove?”

“I’m trying to prove that I’m alive, son,” Eric said. “Ever since your mother passed last summer, I’ve been kind of lost, my life without purpose, without meaning. I’ve always been driven by a sense of accomplishment and if I don’t set a goal for myself and work toward achieving that goal, I might as well just roll over and die, too.”

“But Dad,” Shana said, “don’t you think this plan of yours is a bit extreme?”

“Walking 20 miles a day is not extreme,” Eric said. “I used to walk almost that much nearly every day when our dog was still alive.”

“Bandit died ten years ago, Dad,” Jesse pointed out.

“Listen, I’m going to do this and I’d appreciate your support, you two,” Eric said.

“You’re a stubborn old man,” Shana said, “but of course you have our support. Whatever you need, Dad.”

“Thank you, honey,” Eric said. “What about you, Jesse?”

Jesse rolled his eyes and nodded his head. “When are you planning to leave?” he asked.

“On Monday,” Eric said.

“And how long will it take?” Shana asked.

“If all goes according to plan, between five and six months,” Eric said. “That assumes I can consistently log around twenty miles a day.”

“Has anyone your age ever done anything like this before, Dad?” Shana asked.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Eric answered, “but I’m not trying to set or break any records. I’m doing it because I need to do something challenging and different.”

“Well, Dad,” Eric said, “I’d say that a 67 year old man walking from San Diego, California to Portland, Maine will satisfy both.”


Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

Sunday Writing Prompt — Fuhgeddaboudit

34DCC9D3-27D1-4D90-993B-561EA80AC8E1For this week’s Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, the challenge is to try something new. Like using a different medium for your creative expression, tackling a new and perhaps controversial topic, challenging one of your own fears and writing about the experience, or stepping outside of your comfort zone. You get the idea, right?

Well here’s what I have to say about that: fuhgeddaboudit. Why would I want to do that? I’ve challenged myself my entire life. Now it’s time to relax. I’ve earned it. Listen, I’m an old guy, a septuagenarian. I like things the way they are. And I’m actually quite comfortable in my comfort zone. I neither want to nor need to change.

Besides, I do challenge myself with my blog. I post between three and six times a day. I respond to word prompts, to photo prompts, to some of these crazy Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompts. I even host my own daily word prompt.

I regularly post my thoughts, observations, and perspectives on what is going on around me. I read what other bloggers have to say and often comment on their posts. I respond to comments that others have made on my posts.

And I also have other activities of daily living that I have to manage, ranging from walking the dog multiple times a day to chores around the house to keeping my wife happy to paying the bills and to reading books and watching TV.

Seriously, the last thing I need right now is to take on any new challenges. This old dog doesn’t want to learn new tricks.