Fandango’s Friday Flashback — June 7

Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. I’ve had this blog for two years, so I have only 2017 and 2018 to draw from.

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer followers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

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? Just write a comment below with a link to that post.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 7th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

It would be great if everyone who reads this post would scroll down to the comments and check out the posts that others provide links to.


I originally posted this one on June 7, 2018. It was written in response to a Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.

The Right Tools

img_1529-1“It’s all about having the right tools, Butch,” my father used to say to me. He used to call me Butch because I guess he thought that made me sound more rough and tumble than I actually was.

“And, Butch,” he said, “if the only tool you have is a hammer, you’ll treat everything as if it’s a nail.”

My father was very handy around the house and he was always building things and fixing things. I did not inherent that skill set and preferred, instead, to wield a pen rather than a hammer.

After I grew up, got married, and bought my first house, though, it became clear to me that learning to fix things and build things had a certain value. So I taught myself how to be handy around the house. I bought all kinds of tools and became quite adept at using them. I was able to impress my wife and kids with my handiwork.

But as I grew older, I became less inclined to use my hammer and more interested, once again, to use my pen. Ultimately I sold or gave away most of my tools, keeping only a hammer, a screwdriver, and a wrench.

My wife has been on my back recently because I haven’t yet gotten around to fixing some shelving in the pantry that had recently broken. The last time my wife nagged me about the pantry shelving, I remembered what my father used to says about hammers and nails.

I turned to her and said, “The only tool I have left, dear, is a hammer, and right now you’re looking an awful lot like a large and very annoying nail.”

#100WW — Hide and Seek

C2396F9A-C8FC-4639-A6E9-BBAF9D16C84DJack was at the kitchen table when he heard the sound of breaking glass. Nina, his wife, screamed, “Oh crap. I just dropped the bottle of olive oil into the sink. Can you go into the pantry and get me another bottle?”

“Sure,” Jack said. He got up, walked into the pantry, started looking around, and was struck by the lack of organization. “Where is it? I don’t see it.”

“Sheesh, Jack, open your eyes,” Nina said. “It’s there.”

“Looking for something in here is like playing hide and seek, ” Jack asked.

“No,” Nina said. “It’s seek and ye shall find.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Adriana Velásquez. Also for The Daily Spur (glass).

SoCS — Of Flower and Flour

A0816393-D206-4662-8A96-9A13EA03EF09Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week calls for us to use the words “flower” and/or “flour” in our posts.

Sheesh. What I do know about those two words is that they are homophones, or words that sound the same but have different meanings and may also be spelled differently. What I don’t know about flower and flour could fill a book — or at least a post.

My wife likes flowers. She thinks colorful flowers brighten up our home. So I will periodically stop by a flower shop and bring home a bunch of flowers for her to put in a vase and to place it on our dining room table. That seems to make her happy. And, you know, happy wife, happy life.

As to flour, I know that we keep flour in the kitchen pantry because my wife occasionally needs flour for some meal she’s preparing. In addition, we have baking powder and baking soda in the pantry because she occasionally needs one or the other in her cooking.

9A370A06-228A-4C5C-8624-6CD159FE1ADATo tell you the truth, though, I would not be able to tell you the difference between baking powder and baking soda, much less when to use one versus the other.

So there you have it, my treatise on flower and flour as presented by someone who possesses neither a green thumb nor a white thumb.