SoCS — Precious

BB6FE46F-2F8C-4194-91E6-4D13FA45D7D9I’d venture a guess that many other bloggers responding to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week, “precious,” will write about the character Gollum from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings books. So I am not going to write a post about Gollum or the ring or Tolkien.

What I am going to write about, instead of Gollum and his precious ring, is something that is precious to me. And what might that be, you ask? Well, what is most precious to me is a good night’s sleep.

These days, it’s not easy for me to get a good night’s sleep. Why not? Well, three things. First,  like most men my age, I have to get out of bed nearly every night, generally between two and five in the morning, to pee. It’s something I call “OMS” (Old Man’s Syndrome). I posted about it previously, and if you’re interested, you can read more about my OMS here.

The second impediment to me getting a good night’s sleep is my wife. She claims that I snore, which she says wakes her up several times a night. I have never either heard myself snoring or woken myself up due to my snoring. But she uses this alleged snoring of mine to poke me in the back or side or to smack the mattress multiple times each night to shut me up. I also posted about this matter previously in this post.

The final barrier to my getting a good night’s sleep is Donald Trump. I am so angry and frustrated and depressed that he is the President of the United States and about the damage he’s doing to our country and our society that I often wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from what I call “Trumpmares,” or nightmares involving something Donald Trump has said or done. Don’t worry, I’m not going to provide links to previous posts I’ve written about Donald Trump. There would far too many such links.

In hindsight, I probably should have stuck with posting about Gollum and his “precious.”

SoCS — Playing Cards

6A3F2341-4B5B-44FB-B384-8223D0163336When I saw that the challenge from Linda G. Hill for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use the word “card,” the first thing that popped into my head was the dreaded Monopoly card, the one that tells you to go directly to jail, do not pass Go, and do not collect $200. And then, being the optimist that I am, I thought of the get out of jail free card.

Then I thought of how the word “card” can be used to describe certain types of people. Like a “card shark” (or “card sharp” if you’re British) as someone who cheats at cards. Or when you refer to someone who is an amusing or odd person as a card, like in “that guy Paul is a real card.”

And then I thought about a card as a list of acts at a club, festival, or similar event, where you might want to know “who’s on the card at the comedy club tonight?”

Of course, there are card games, like poker, gin rummy, hearts, or solitaire. And greeting cards for birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, and all kinds of holidays.

But finally I started thinking about life, as in the cards you’re dealt. I’ve actually heard two variations on the “cards you’re dealt” theme. One is kind of fatalistic. It says that, “You gotta play the game with the cards you’ve been dealt.”

03ED6BA6-D257-47AB-BFC3-105DCCAF5DE6Personally, though, I prefer the other variation, the one that promotes being more proactive and taking greater responsibility for how you live your life. It says, “It’s not about the cards you’ve been dealt, it’s about how you play the hand.”

SoCS — Dom-De-Dom-Dom

1B10EBD8-ABA5-4FF6-B3F1-1F896ED2740E“Hey Dominick,” Evan said, “Are you up for a game of dominoes?”

“Nah, Evan, you know you always dominate me in that game. I seldom win,” Dominick responded.

“Come on, man,” Evan said. “I’m dying of boredom here.”

“Well,” said Dominick, “my cousin just bought a new condominium not too far from the Superdome. Maybe we could head over there and check out his new domicile.”

“I don’t know, Dom. That seems kinda random to me,” Evan said. “Besides, didn’t he just get out of jail for stabbing his wife in her abdomen during some domestic squabble.”

“Yeah, but she decided to not press charges and he was granted his freedom last week,” Dom said. “But you’re right, maybe there’s not much wisdom in that idea.”

“I got it!” Evan said excitedly. “Let’s go over to that new strip club that recently opened.”

“You mean the Kingdom Come Club over on Fourth?”

“That’s the one, Dom,” Evan said. “Hey, you got any condoms around in case, you know, we get lucky?”

This bit of silliness was written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are asked to use the word “dom” or words that contain “dom.”

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.

SoCS — All About My Posts

80396071-78A6-45ED-AC89-D5F7918B17A9Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt today calls for us to use “post” as a word, or find a word that uses it as a prefix. As a blogger, when I hear the word “post,” I think about something I’ve been doing three to five times a day lately: writing posts.

My very first post on this blog was published sixteen months and one day ago, on May 14, 2017. It was one of seven posts I published in that first month. D0608CD7-2DF2-41AB-8C63-5F737C94C02FThe post was intended to introduce me and my new blog.

In that post I wrote, “I describe myself as a logical, rational, and reasonable person. I am not ruled by emotions but by facts, observations, and evidence.”

That first post received one “like” and no comments. Since that first post, I have published 1,638 additional posts, including this one. That averages out to just over 100 posts per month since I started this blog and 160 a month since I began posting my daily one-word prompt, FOWC With Fandango, in June.

What is even more amazing, to me, anyway, is that my 1,639 posts contain more than 393,000 words! That’s like having written six 65,000 word novels in 16 months!

By way of contrast, in my previous blog, which was live from July 6, 2009 until April 10, 2015, I wrote only 907 posts, more than 60% of which we’re written in 2014 and the first 3 1/2 months of 2015. Between 2009 and 2013, I averaged around 70 posts per year, or fewer than six posts per month.

The other interesting thing is that my word count per post in that previous blog averaged around 675. In my current blog, my average word count is only about 240.

Anyway, unless you’re me, and I know for a fact that you are not, you no doubt find this stream of consciousness post to be of little interest. Therefore, I’m going to end this post now so that you can get on with the rest of your day.

Enjoy your Saturday.