Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 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 it? 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 any day this past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on January 12, 2018 in response to Linda G. Hill’s JusJoJan prompt for the day.

#JusJoJan — It Was Me

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So today’s word for Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January prompt is “aggravate.” What? Yesterday’s word was “humiliate” and today’s is “aggravate”? Now that’s kind of aggravating, isn’t it? Who would suggest such a word? Oh wait. It was me!

I must have been aggravated about something on December 27th when I responded to Linda’s post asking for words to use for her #JusJoJan thingie. Otherwise, why would I have suggested the word “aggravate”? I don’t recall today what is was that had aggravated me on that particular day, so it probably wasn’t really all that aggravating.

I am not easily aggravated. I think of myself as being fairly easy going and even tempered. I pride myself on being logical, rational, and reasonable. I try not to be ruled by my emotions, particularly negative or destructive emotions.

But something happened yesterday that really aggravated me. Donald Trump, in a meeting with half a dozen members of Congress in the Oval Office, was discussing how to protect immigrants from Haiti, El Salvador, and African countries as part of a bipartisan immigration deal.

At one point during the meeting, our apparently frustrated president asked, “Why are we having all these people from shithole countries come here?” Then he added, “We should have more people from places like Norway.”

Yes, the President of the United States referred to Haiti, El Salvador, and African countries as “shitholes.”

So brown and black people from “shitholes” like Haiti, El Salvador, and Africa should be either sent back if they’re already in the United States, or not be permitted to immigrate to the U.S. But people from Norway, a predominantly white country, are welcome to come to Trump’s America to help make it great again.

This from the leader of the free world. From perhaps the most important man in the world.

If Linda had asked me today to suggest a word for #JusJoJan, I wouldn’t have suggested “aggravate.”

I would have suggested “ashamed.”


Note from Fandango: Linda’s post today said the word I proposed was “aggravation,” which is somewhat aggravating because the word I actually suggested was “aggravate.” But it’s Linda’s blog and it’s my word, so either one, “aggravate” or “aggravation,” will be fine.

Confessions of Feelings

“I wasn’t expecting this at all,” Sara said. “You don’t exactly typify the type man who would otherwise trigger such strong emotions in me.”

“Oh?” the man said. “Could you elucidate on that just a bit?”

Sara blushed a little. “Well, I can usually hold my emotions in check,” she said, “but I have to admit that my pulse is racing and I can actually hear the volume of my beating heart in my ears. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“You have a reservoir of deep feelings that you’ve kept bottled up inside of you, my dear,” the man said. “Sometimes the best thing you can do is to just let it flow.”

“But these feelings,” Sara said, “they’re not right. They’re not proper.”

“It is not uncommon, child,” the man said, “to have such feelings toward an authority figure. Be not recalcitrant when obedience to your desires is called for.”

“So how should I handle this?” Sara asked. “What counsel can you offer me?”

There was a moment of silence. The man said, “You must leave immediately and in thirty minutes meet me in my chambers, where we can get deeper into what you’re experiencing.”

“Yes, Father,” Sara said obediently as she left the confessional.”


Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (typify), Ragtag Daily Prompt (elucidate), My Vivid Blog (hold), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pulse), The Daily Spur (volume), Word of the Day Challenge (reservoir), and E.M’a Random Word Prompt (recalcitrant).

Cut!

“You will rue the day….”

“Cut!” the director shouted. Then he called over to his assistant. “What’s wrong with heating in this place? I’m shvitzing here. Get me a cold, damp washrag, would you please?”

The director then turned his attention back to Henry. “Son, this is a tense moment in the play and you’re acting like Chandler in an episode of ‘Friends.’ Remember, you just got back from the library and your wife just confessed to you that she’s been shtupping your best friend for the last six months.” Try to imagine how you’d feel if you found out that your best friend was carrying on with your wife.”

“I’m not married,” Henry said.

“I know that, Henry,” the director said. “That’s why they call this acting. Now I want you to dig deep into your human emotions and for this scene I want you to take the emotion of jealous rage and apportion it all into this scene. Can you do that for me son? Can you make me proud?”

“Yes sir!” Henry said.

“Okay,” the director said. “Places everyone. And action!”

“You will rue the day….”

“Cut!” the director shouted.


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (rue), The Daily Spur (heating), Ragtag Daily Prompt (damp), Your Daily Word Prompt (apportion), My Visual Blog (library), and Word of the Day Challenge (proud).

FOWC with Fandango — Emotions

FOWCWelcome to March 24, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “emotions.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Share Your World —Autumn 2019

Share Your WorldI’m still hosting my guests from out of town, but I’m going to squeeze in a few minutes to post my answers to the latest edition of Share Your World from Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind.

Why do we have such trouble telling our loved ones that we love them? Do you have that kind of communication issue with your loved ones?

As the old song goes, “you always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn’t hurt at all.” I don’t know if this answers the question, but some say that familiarity breeds contempt. It also seems that the more time you spend with someone, the more you tend to take them for granted. I have to make an effort to make sure I tell my wife how much she means to me.

Decorations for holidays? Spirit lifters or pain in the butt? Or a mix?  

Pain in the butt. I’m not big into holiday decorations since my kids grew up and moved out.

Do you donate to charities? Of your time, do you feel money is the only true gift, or other?

I give to a few charities, but only in modest amounts, since I’m retired and have no regular income other than my Social Security and 401(k). As to volunteering my own time? Fuhgeddaboudit!

Are you too superstitious or have you ever played with a Ouija Board?

I am not at all superstitious. I played with a Ouija Board once in a fascinating game of strip Ouija.4B280B4F-7CDA-4282-AE11-21E203B71585


HARVEST GRATITUDE:

This week please share a photo or image of what ‘harvest’ and “Autumn” mean to you!

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Autumn scene from AsheDesign.com.