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.

Of Butterflies and Dominoes

80b12a64-25f0-4ea4-85f8-636ce3e84fa1Sadje, over at Keep It Alive, was nominated for her third Mystery Blogger Award. She was kind enough to nominate my blog, along with ten others, for the award. So thank you, Sadje. I am honored and humbled.

Those of you who follow my blog know that I really appreciate being nominated for blog awards, but I don’t follow all the rules. That said, I’m very happy to answer the questions posed by the blogger who nominated me. So here goes.

If life offered a redo, what part of it will you want to change?

I subscribe to the butterfly effect and the domino theory, where one very small action can potentially have far-reaching and possibly unanticipated consequences. Therefore, I’d probably decline the redo offer for fear that the consequences of that redo would totally alter the course of my life. And, overall, I’m happy with my life as it is.

Can you remember what was the one thing you hated about school?

I never actually hated anything about school. There were courses I wasn’t particularly good at (math), but I honestly never hated school.

Growing up, what was your dream profession/job?

f61e6ee9-9b21-4fdf-8aeb-1c5a6359483bI wanted to be a DJ (disk jockey). I was always told I had a DJ-like voice. While in college, I even auditioned for and got a job hosting a midnight to six a.m. AM top-40 radio station. I enjoyed the job, but I had a hard time staying awake for classes after spinning records all night long. So I finally had to quit. Oh well, another dream shattered. (And no, that’s not me in the picture above.)

If you met your English teacher today, what would be her opinion about your blog?

I had a lot of English teachers in school. Some loved my writing. Others not so much. I imagine their reactions to my blog would be similar.

Would you rather be the frog prince/ princess or the ugly duckling?

Once a frog, always a frog. But an ugly duckling can evolve into a swan. So I’ll go with ugly duckling.

J is for Juggling

I’ve spent most of my life juggling stuff. I don’t mean literally juggling objects, as in throwing three or more plates, bowling pins, or flaming batons up into the air and catching them. I mean juggling everyday activities of daily living like school, sports, work, family, social life, reading, writing, and the like.

I had to work my way through college. So for most of the time during my undergraduate school, I was working at least part-time and going to school full-time. Once I got into graduate school, my time was spent working a full-time job during the day and going to classes at nights and on weekends. And for my own sanity and well being, I also tried to squeeze in some kind of social life.

After I got married and had kids, I found myself juggling my time between my job, my wife, and my kids. After my kids grew up and moved out of the house, I was still doing that delicate balancing act between keeping my wife happy and my boss happy.

(Actually, upon review, that last sentence seems kinda kinky. What I meant was keeping my wife happy with respect to my duties as her husband and my boss happy with respect to my job duties. There was funny business going on at work.)

And now that I’m retired and have taken up blogging, it’s a matter of juggling my waking hours between spending quality time with my wife, walking our dog, reading books, watching TV, and writing and reading blog posts.

I suppose that juggling is something that all of us do most of our lives and will continue to do until that inevitable time when there is no longer a need to juggle.