I’m An Inspiration!

F68E54F8-7523-4FF4-B127-BEB75E540323It’s always nice to learn that someone appreciates you and what you do. Sadje, herself an inspiring blogger, has gifted me with The Inspiration Award. This award was created by John, The Eclectic Contrarian.

Sadje wrote, “The Inspiration Award is a token of appreciation to blog authors who have inspired you, your blog, artistic influence, and writing.”

And when she gifted me, and a handful of other bloggers, with this award, Sadje wrote, “I want to gift this award to the following bloggers for their positive role in inspiring us all in our part of blogosphere. I admire their dedication towards promoting the community spirit. And their exceptional talent and creativity.”

Aw, I’m blushing. 😊

I generally don’t pay these award nominations/gifts forward by naming other specific bloggers, since I’m inspired by all of you. But I’ve recently discovered two bloggers whose posts have inspired and informed me. So I am going to gift The Inspiration Award to:

Jill Dennison at Filosofa’s Word, and

Paula B at The Temenos Journal.

Please take a look at their blogs.

VBA!

4D60A06F-F7E9-4E49-B6B8-14A1CD1D415BI have been gifted by KKlatch22, aka Finding French Charming, with the Versatile Blogger Award, or VBA.

Having been so gifted, I am supposed to:

  • Thank the person who gave me this award.
  • Include a link to their blog.
  • Gift and notify three bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award that I’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
  • Finally, tell the person who gifted you five things about yourself.

Alrighty then. Thank you KKatch22 for gifting me the VBA. The link is above in the opening sentence.

As to the three bloggers I’m supposed to gift, I honestly think that most of the bloggers I follow have already received a VBA, so I’m going to gift anyone who hasn’t yet received one (or who has and would like another one) with this Versatile Blogger Award. Congratulations!

Finally, five things about me:

  1. I am retired and I love being a retiree.
  2. My wife and I have two adult kids who no longer live in our home, but who we visit with regularly.
  3. We also have a 70 pound dog and an 11 pound cat who terrorized our 70 pound dog who do live with us.
  4. I spend about eight hours a day on WordPress.
  5. This is my 2,757th since I started this blog on May 14, 2017.

Okay, that’s it. Now it’s your turn.

I’ve Never Skied Naked

62f3e412-a061-49f0-bcab-4003b9716ea9.jpegThat is not me in the picture. Just to set the record straight, I have never in my life skied naked. Yet there is a rumor floating around the blogosphere that I have, indeed done so.

It all started when Rory (A Guy Called Bloke) posted about being nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award. In that post, he included me in the group of bloggers he nominated to pay it forward and he posed a bunch of questions, the nature of which Rory is wont to ask (i.e., weird ones).

Being the accommodating blogger that I am, I wrote a post with my answers to Rory’s weird questions. That post is HERE.

Rory’s second question asked, “What’s the most fun you have ever had without the obvious, naked?” I interpreted Rory’s question to ask about the most fun I’ve had without being naked. And so I responded, “Without being naked? Um, downhill snow skiing at Taos in New Mexico?”

Think about what I wrote. I wrote, “Without being naked?” Maybe I misunderstood Rory’s question, but my response was clearly talking about not being naked. Am I right or what?

But apparently a number of bloggers glommed on to the notion that I skied naked. I figured this misconception would eventually fizzle out.

But no. Today, Mel, over at Crushed Caramel, “gifted” me with this pair of thermal underwear. 7ADB5CB0-32D5-4A88-A7EE-ECB209E1224AShe wrote, “My first priority is a gift to Fernando* Fandango, the creator of This, That, and The Other. I would like to give the gift of thermal underwear for skiers. Specialist skiers underwear that is also aerodynamic. It won’t slow you down on the ski slopes but it will help to prevent frost bite. Frostbite can turn very nasty, so please do wear something on the slopes.”

But I already do wear thermal underwear when I go skiing because I don’t sky naked!

So, once and for all, I’ve never skied naked. I’ve been naked at a nude beach, I’ve been skinny dipping at a flooded rock quarry, and I’ve frolicked in the altogether with friends in a hot tub. But skiing naked. Uh uh!

* Don’t ask.

DWC — Doctor Strange

97631CE7-797B-45EE-976E-40B52EFF7B6AI’d been to see my regular doctor. He recommended a dermatologist who, in turn, recommended a neurologist. But none of them was able to identify the rash on my shoulders that was incessantly itching. It was driving me crazy.

As fate would have it, I was in a bar one night, telling the bartender about my mystery rash. The bartender leaned in close and said to me, “I know this doctor. He’s amazing and I love him.” He then wrote the guy’s name and number on a napkin. “This is my gift to you, pal,” he said.

The next day I called the number and the doctor said he could see me, but not until midnight. I thought that was kind of odd, but I was desperate. I took down his address and arrranged to be there at the stroke of witching hour.

The address he gave me turned out to be an old, Victorian home at the edge of town. I walked up the steps and stood on the porch of the spooky looking house, but decided I had little to lose. So I rang the bell.

A tall, strange looking man with wild hair and a somewhat sardonic grin greeted me and invited me in. I followed him into a parlor and he instructed me to remove my shirt, which I did. “Hmm,” he said when he saw my rash. He poked at my skin.

“Ooh,” I said. He pinched my skin. “Eee,” I said. Then he took a sharp instrument and pricked me with it a few times. “Ooh, ah, ah,” I screamed.

“Walla walla, bing bang!” he shouted. “I know just what to do!”

He left the room for a minute and came back with a salve that he rubbed on my shoulders. The itching instantly stopped. My rash immediately disappeared. “This is a miracle,” I said. “What kind of doctor are you, anyway?” I asked.

He grinned. “You really don’t want to know.


Written for Teresa’s Daily Writing Challenge, where the challenge is to “take a trip to the Witch Doctor — or be inspired by the following three words: love, gift, fate.

You Sound Uppity

A6A4D33D-91F3-4F26-BA8B-6C7A612FE227Everyone else in the class would answer “here” when the teacher called roll in home room. But not Mark. He would always say “present.” He was the only one who responded to roll calls that way.

“Why do you always say ‘present’ at roll call?” one of the other students asked Mark.

“Because I am present in class,” mark answered.

“But everyone else simply says ‘here.’ Saying ‘present’ makes you sound uppity.”

“But ‘present’ is such an interesting word,” Mark said. It’s more versatile than ‘here.’”

“How so?” the classmate asked.

“Well, for one thing, it means being where you are; being ‘here,’” Mark explained. “It can also mean being in the moment, as being engaged in what is going on. I’m not just ‘here’ taking up space, I am truly ‘present,’ fully aware of what is happening around me.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“But ‘present’ can also be a verb that means to give something to someone, like when you present someone with an award. Or you can use it as a noun to mean something someone gives you, like a Christmas present or a birthday present.”

“Ah, I get it,” said Mark’s classmate. “Like in, ‘I want to present this present to you.’”

“Exactly,” Mark said. “And it can also mean occurring now, as opposed to having occurred in the past or something that will occur in the future.”

“Wow, ‘present’ is a cool word,” admitted the classmate. “But using it instead of saying ‘here’ during roll call still makes you sound like an uppity asshole.”


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