Anything But That

D4E7EC5B-99A2-4D97-A539-466EC0ABC94BEveryone in the family was gathered together for Christmas Eve and Day. It was a formidable gathering and the holiday decorations, both inside the house and outside, were resplendent.

The children had been waiting in anticipation to open up their Christmas gifts under the large tree early on Christmas morning.

One of the older, more rebellious of the children, a rather cynical teenager, was making a bunch of snide comments on Christmas morning. His father, tired of his son’s impertinence, pulled him aside and asked him to cease his divisive behavior.

“Look around you, Pop,” the boy said. “What you see here is the epitome of blatant consumerism, a society showing all the symptoms of decadence and decline. I can’t be a part of this.”

“Oh my God,” said the father, “please don’t tell me you’ve become a liberal!”


This silliness was written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (family), Fandago’s One-Word Challenge (formidable), Ragtag Daily Prompt (resplendent), Your Daily Word Prompt (anticipate), Nova’s Daily Random Word (gift),  and Scotts Daily Prompt (symptom).

Merry Christmas everyone.

Rory’s Making a Liar Out of Me

24CB1662-3D24-41B9-BCCE-DC7508017447Damn you, Rory. I just posted yesterday and again earlier today that I was going to stop answering questions from bloggers who received blog award nominations who then nominated me. But then, sure enough, Rory got nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award, tagged me, and asked five questions.

And, seriously, who can resist the allure of A Guy Called Bloke? So, here we go.

Tick or Tock, which is best that describes your personality and why?

Hmm. Well, Tick always comes before Tock, right? That means someone who is a Tick is a leader, while someone who is a Tock is a follower. I know myself well enough to admit that I’m more of a Tock than a Tick.

With regards Passion Fashion and Fabric which is your go to for 199% comfort – Rubber, Silk, Canvas, Pollycotton, Linen, Jersey, Crepe, Lycra, Lace, Velvet, or simply all bare – and why?

For 199% comfort? Rory, Rory, Rory. Not to pick nits, but you can’t exceed 100%. Of that I am 110% positive. With that out of the way, there’s nothing more comfortable for “passion fashion” than simply bare. (Although for “sleep fashion,” I’m all about a cotton T-shirt and sweatpants.)

What is the routine you undertake each day when you log into WordPress before you start to create a post?

I check my stats, read and respond to comments, and read and comment on some of the posts in my Reader that the bloggers I follow have posted.

What is your best time of the day – night, morning, afternoon, dusk or dawn and why, what makes it special for you?

I wake up pretty early each day, so the time between my first cup of coffee and when I start hitting the mid afternoon drag, is my best time. That’s also when I’m most production the blog, although I often compose and schedule a post for early the next morning right before I go to sleep each night.

What is an ideal Christmas day for you and your family if relevant?

Usually it’s a family get together that winds up with all of us going to see a movie that we can all agree on, which can be a challenge, and then out to dinner at whatever restaurant we can find that is open on Christmas night, which is most often a Chinese restaurant.

No nominations from me, but if anyone wants to take a shot at answering Rory’s questions, I don’t think he’ll mind.

Lisa’s Eleven Questions

Lisa, at All About Life, was nominated for the coveted Sunshine Blogger Award. As a part of that process, she posed 11 interesting questions and offered them up to anyone who would like to answer them. Since I qualify as an anyone, I have chosen to pose my answers to her questions.

Ready or not…

  1. Socks? Love them or hate them? I just don’t feel passionate enough about socks to claim to either love or hate them. That said, except when I’m in bed, I pretty much always wear socks. Nike Dri-Fit crew socks, to be specific.DDA61E2E-3E7A-4ED8-B238-F15E85B62357

  2. Is there a God? Does it really matter to anyone else whether or not I believe that there is a god? No it does not. If you want to believe that there is a god, that’s your prerogative. If I want to believe that there is not a god, that is my prerogative. You know. Whatever floats your boat.

  3. Is a pizza a pizza without cheese? No, it’s flatbread.

  4. What’s your favorite book and why? Whew, that’s a tough one. I’m going to have to go with “Watership Down.” Why? Because I was reading it when I met my wife many years ago and we talked about that book virtually the entire night on our first date.EB89AFDE-2962-4482-9583-9F28056D82E3

  5. Do aliens exist or are we floating around in space all alone? I find it hard to believe that, in all of the vastness of the universe, human beings on the planet Earth are the only intelligent life forms. And yes, before you say it, I am more inclined to believe that alien life forms exist than I am to believe that a god exists.EA87F2ED-59F0-4B5F-B9AF-FD699C2B5A72.png

  6. Do you still have the teddy you slept with as a child? I hate to burst anyone’s bubble, but I never slept with a teddy bear as a child, which probably explains a lot about me as an adult. Hmm.

  7. Brussel sprouts? Yes or no? Oh God, no!

  8. Christmas? Do you love it or hate it? I feel about Christmas the same way I feel about socks. That said, I think that playing Christmas music before December 1st should be outlawed.

  9. What’s sexier – a beaming smile or thigh high boots? As someone who has never owned or worn thigh-high boots, I vote for a beaming smile. Beam me up, Scotty!A9537713-E066-4210-AC6E-E0A310EDF496

  10. If you were stuck with one view for the rest of your life, what would it be? If I were stuck with looking at the same view day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, and decade after decade, I’d say it would have to be this:239380AE-2956-4272-8A21-FDB112006E85

  11. Which do you prefer? Spring or Autumn? Autumn.

Anyone else care to take on these questions?

Twittering Tales

AC46F0A9-43AF-4BA2-B5C2-D0CD2CBDF652I had hoped to make it until this Christmas. But my battery started draining too quickly and my human decided to trade me in for the latest model, which was just released a few weeks ago. I’ve been returned to this warehouse to be decommissioned and harvested for spare parts.

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Buzz Anderson at Unsplash.com.

#writephoto — Saving Grace

The full moon shown brightly over the lake, illuminating the mountains on the opposite side.

As he gazed upon the moon’s image reflected in the calm waters of the lake, Mark reflected upon his own life. It was just over a year ago that his wife of thirty years passed away. Both of his grown kids, Grace and Jonathan, were living out of state and busy with their own families. And just four months ago, Mark got laid off.

Neither of his kids had come to visit him over the holidays; he had spent Christmas alone and lonely. It would be so easy, he thought, to just start walking into the lake, taking one step at a time until the cold water consumed him. No one would miss him, of that he was sure.

And so he removed his shoes and socks and took his first steps into the dark water, creating a series of ripples that caused the moon’s reflection to sparkle like a million little stars. He’d walked about twenty paces and the cold water was barely beyond mid-calf. But Mark knew that it wouldn’t be long before the lake waters would engulf him.

As the water reached waist level, Mark heard a frantic voice calling his name. He turned around to see a woman, arms flailing, running into the water. “Dad! Dad!” he heard her scream.

Recognizing his daughter, Mark yelled, “Wait, Grace, I’m coming to you!” He ran back through the water as fast as he could until he reached her. She threw her arms around him and held him tight to her.

“Dad, what the hell were you doing? We need to get back to the house and dry you off.” Then she pulled her cell phone from her jeans pocket and called her brother. “Jonathan, I found Dad. Get the fire going. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Jonathan’s here, too?” Mark asked. “I didn’t think either of you were going to make it here.”

“Dad, of course we were going to be here for Christmas,” Grace said. “But because of the blizzard back east, our flights were delayed by two days. We tried calling, but you didn’t answer your phone.” Then she paused. “Dad, what’s going on? What were you thinking back there.”

“Grace, forgive me,” Mark said. “With your mother gone, me losing my job, and then, with Christmas and not hearing from you and Jonathan….”

“Dad, I know,” Grace said. “But we’re all here now. Everyone is waiting for us back at the house, including all of your grandchildren. We all love you and wanted to be here with you for the holidays.”

Right before they got to the back door of the house, Mark stopped, hugged his daughter, and with tears running down his cheeks and with his voice cracking, he said to her, “You literally are a saving Grace.”


Written for today’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.