In Other Words — Little Lost Lamb

E98E618A-C24E-4D30-960E-463C7DE29427Mary walked over to the bus stop, where she found two sheep seemingly waiting for the bus, which Mary thought was strange.

“Excuse me,” Mary said to one of the sheep, “but I seemed to have lost my little lamb and I was wondering if you might have seen him.”

Much to her surprise, the sheep looked up at Mary and bleated, “He followed you to school today, but the teacher said that having a lamb at school was against the rules, so she sent the lamb away.”

“Oh no,” Mary exclaimed, “how will I ever find my little lamb?”

“You can stay here waiting at the bus stop with us,” the sheep said, “since this is the bus that takes us to the shearing house and your little lost lamb will most likely eventually show up.”


In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “waiting.” Photo credit: misterfarmer from Pixabay.

Found Nomination

D17D15E6-3142-4B55-8514-E36EDD1C97A1Earlier today I wrote a post lamenting that a “kind blogger nominated me this morning for some blog award, but it went right to my spam folder and I accidentally permanently deleted it while cleaning out my spam.” And then I asked whoever it was who nominated me if he or she could let me know.

The good news is that Beckie, over at Beckie’s Mental Mess, let me know that she was that kind blogger who nominated me. So, despite my carelessness, I feel that I owe it to her to graciously accept her nomination and follow at least most of the rules.

And here are said rules:

  • Thank the person who gave you the award and include a link to her blog. Thank you, Beckie! The link to Beckie’s Mental Mess is above in the second paragraph.
  • Select 10 -15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly and nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award. Nope, I’m going to nominate any and all bloggers who read this post for the award, because if they are reading this, they are clearly very versatile.
  • Tell the person who nominated you seven things about yourself. See below.

Seven things about me that you probably never really wanted to know:

  1. I am essentially a teetotaler, except on rare occasions when I will have a bottle of beer. (Please don’t ask me about pot-infused gummies, though.)
  2.  We (my wife and I) are empty nesters…CC983598-B137-4B8D-AA6E-F91A11AD6336
  3. …but we have a dog and a cat to take care of — and they are much easier to raise than our two children were.
  4. Up until 2015, I was a politically left-leaning centrist (i.e., moderate), but thanks to Donald Trump, I am now a far-left progressive.
  5. I am embarrassed for my country because of the corrupt con man and traitor to America and to our allies who currently occupies the Oval Office (along with the spineless Republican sycophants in Congress who blindly do his bidding).
  6. I have been blogging since 2005, but after a two-year hiatus from blogging, I started this blog in May 2017.
  7. I blog anonymously because (1) I’ve had my identity stolen twice and I don’t want to give those bastards any more opportunities to do it a third time, and (2) I feel that I can be more open and honest in my anonymity on my blog than I can in my real skin using my real-world identity.

Okay, now it’s your turn, everyone. Tell me, Beckie, and everyone else seven things about you!

Song Lyric Sunday — Tracks of My Tears

My first inclination when I saw that Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday theme this week was “lost,” was to go with the Righteous Brothers’ song, “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling.” But then I remembered a song about love lost from my early college days after the girl of my dreams jilted me. That song is “The Tracks of My Tears” by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles.

Written by Smokey Robinson, Pete Moore, and Marv Tarplin, and released on Motown’s Tamla label, it was a 1965 R&B hit for The Miracles, reaching number 2 on the Billboard R&B chart, and number 16 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

The song is about a guy who is trying to put on a brave face even though he’s completely torn apart inside from needing somebody who isn’t there anymore. It illustrates how someone attempts to hide the sadness of a lost love with a smile.

Here are the lyrics to “The Tracks of My Tears.”

People say I’m the life of the party
Because I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I’m blue

So take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
I need you, need you

Since you left me if you see me with another girl
Seeming like I’m having fun
Although she may be cute
She’s just a substitute
Because you’re the permanent one

So take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look a little bit closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
I need you, need you

Outside I’m masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you

So baby take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
Yeah just look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears, baby, baby

Baby take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
Oh look a little bit closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears

MLMM Photo Challenge — My Father’s Gloves

img_1404“I swear, I have looked everywhere for them,” Josh said.

“Do you remember where you saw them last?” Hal asked.

“Come on, Hal,” Josh said. “What kind of stupid question is that? If I could remember where I last saw them, they wouldn’t be lost, would they?”

“Well excuse me, Sherlock,” Hal said sarcastically. “They didn’t just disappear, you know.”

“I have to trace back my steps,” Josh said. “That’s my only hope for finding those gloves.”

“Why don’t you just buy a new pair?” Hal asked. “There’s a Target a few blocks from here.”

“You know that those gloves were my father’s,” Josh said. “They’re one of just a few items I have left of his. They’re irreplaceable. I can’t believe I left them somewhere.”

“So what did you do first today?” Hal asked.

“I walked the dog.”

“And you wore the gloves?”

“I usually do. It’s still pretty chilly in the mornings,” Josh said.

“Do you recall taking them off when you got back from the walk?” Hal said.

“Omigod!” Josh shouted. “I sat on the park bench to check the newsfeed on my iPhone for a minute or two and took the gloves off to scroll though the news stories.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Hal said. “Maybe they’re still on the bench where you left them.”

“Grab your jacket,” Josh ordered.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit Matt Seymour via Unsplash.

Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “disappear.”

SoCS — Sooner or Later

3363BBB4-5BA5-457D-8C67-CC9CF7F52785“This is one hell of a shortcut you took,” Anna complained to her husband. “We should have been there by now.”

“Yeah, Daddy, when are we gonna get there?” asked Sandy from the back seat. “I’m hungry and I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Me too, Daddy” added Cindy.

“Reach into the glove compartment and pull out the map,” George ordered his wife.

Anna glanced at George and then pulled a map out of the glove box. “I told you to get one of those GPS devices before we left,” she said. “But you’re too cheap to buy one. And now we’re out here lost in the middle of nowhere.”

George pulled the car over to the side of the road, unfolded the map, and studied it for a few minutes. “According to this map, the road we’re on should have taken us to the park, but maybe I missed the turn off.”

“George,” Anna asked, “how old is that map?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Anna grabbed the map and looked at the legend. “Rand McNally, copyright 1963,” she said. “Really, George, 1963? Did it not occur to you that the roads may have changed over the past fifty years?”

Grumbling, George grabbed the map back from his wife and stared at it for a few minutes more. “I’m sure if we keep going straight we’ll get there sooner or later.”

“If we don’t get there sooner, rather than later, we may have to cut short our trip by a day or two,” Anna said.

“Better late than never,” George said, pulling the car back onto the paved road.

From the back seat Sandy pleaded, “Daddy, I really have to go!”

“Me too, Daddy,” added Cindy.


Writtne for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The prompt is to use shortcut/cut short” (one or both) in the post.