#WDYS — Philosophy of Life

Her ancient face was etched deeply by the years of living a life with the hardihood of a woman of her generation.

“Great grandchild,” she said, taking me to task, “you should not be the kind of man who wallows in the muddy swamp of scuttlebutt. You need to fight the urges you might have to reveal the personal and private business of others. There may be recondite factors in play for which you have no knowledge or understanding.”

I blushed with embarrassment, “Great grandmother,” I said, “you are a very wise woman. I mustn’t be the purveyor of rumor and innuendo.

“That’s right, great grandchild,” she said.

“Great grandmother,” I said, “to what do you attribute your wisdom?”

“I have gained my wisdom from having lived a long, fruitful, happy, and healthy life,” she said to me. “And I have grown even wiser by embracing my fundamental philosophy of life.”

“What is your philosophy of life, great grandmother?” I asked.

She gave me a knowing smile and said, “No bullshit.”


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Pisauikan@Pixabay. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (hardihood), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (scuttlebutt), Word of the Day Challenge (urges), The Daily Spur (reveal), and Your Daily Word Prompt (recondite).

FOWC with Fandango — Rumor

FOWCWelcome to February 19, 2020 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 “rumor.”

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. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might 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.

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.