Wordle 152 – The Lieutenant

Her wardrobe was light and comfortable, for the afternoon was hot and humid. Her usual attire because of being an officer in the Air Force, was heavy, and it was good to be free of it today. She was a tall, good looking woman of thirty, and even though she was a Lieutenant, she didn’t let the petulant attitude of the enlisted men bother her or cause disharmony. They could be her, as long as they worked hard, followed the rules, and gave in to the “system”. That is what takes discipline in the armed forces to get ahead.

She left the cool, air conditioned house to travel down to the local diner. They served home cooked food she grew up with, unlike the everyday fare she consumed at the office. She could kill for some of the diner’s apple pie, baked as her mom used to do. It was almost nostalgic, visiting the diner. She missed her parents, now both passed on. She had a good life now, the liberosis of the past was no longer an issue. She is a well established officer on her way up the ladder, at least that is her goal.

Entering the diner, she was glad to notice their air conditioning was also working. It was just a mom and pop business and they always greeted her as a friend. She recommended this little place to her subordinates, thinking they might miss their own home cooked meals. The waitress came to her table with her usual appetizer, homemade biscuits and marmalade.


A to Z Challenge – U for Uninvited

Christian Yelich, left, and Giancarlo Stanton of the Miami Marlins, along with a member of the security team, attempted on Tuesday to remove a cat from the baseball field in Miami during the fifth inning of a game. Credit Wilfredo Lee/Associated Press

When The New York Times asked readers how to fix baseball, we all neglected to consider the obvious answer: cats.
Seldom does traditional baseball please a crowd the way a renegade feline scampering across the infield can. Few home runs are as gratifying as a groundskeeper futilely chasing a cat who is having absolutely no part of it.
On Tuesday, fans of the Miami Marlins were delighted to stop watching baseball for a bit as a stray cat evaded capture in the outfield.

Giancarlo Stanton, the Marlins’ all-star right fielder, tried to directly approach the cat as it burrowed under the outfield wall. An overconfident Marlins employee tried to pet the cat, who declined the overture and scurried away.
A pink advertisement for T-Mobile on the outfield wall caught the cat’s eye, and it leapt toward the heavens, scaling the advertisement. For a moment it seemed stuck under a yellow ledge, but it proved no obstacle as the cat found its way higher, above the outfield wall and clear of the field.

“Look at this cat,” Rich Waltz, a Marlins announcer, beamed on the team’s broadcast. “Terrific stuff by the cat. Outstanding!”
The cat settled itself away from the dirty hands of humans on a gaudy sculpture that lights up, sprays water and does other gaudy things on the occasion of each Marlins home run. It lay down on a portion of the sculpture painted to look like water, but found no tuna or minnows.

The baseball game resumed, and the Marlins announced that in the event of a home run they would not activate the sculpture. More than an hour after the game finished, the Marlins said the cat had darted away, eschewing the media spotlight, never to be seen again by its adoring fans. The Marlins beat the Atlanta Braves, 8-4.

Article courtesy of The New York Times


Secret Keeper #86 – The Race Driver

Everyone was dressed in their favorite racer’s colors, so the stadium was filled with bright colors. Quite a sight for the television viewers. Jack was anxious for his brother in the pit. John had been racing for about ten years, and was an accomplished driver. However the newer cars, their abilities for more and more speed worried his brother. Jack had never been in the pit with his brother. It was too much to see him stuff himself in what Jack thought was a potential death trap. Higher stakes, faster cars, and the media had all become so outlandish, danger was at an all time high.

Of course John thought just the opposite. He read the risks as worth taking. He wanted to score the highest speed in the race and still survive to collect the winnings. John believed none of media’s hype. His intention was to do the best he could, not get careless, and finish in the top three, preferably first. The enticing part of it of course, was the danger, the speed and how far he could stretch it without being negligent or intentionally harming other drivers.

Jack was drinking his beer rapidly. It didn’t take much of this waiting for the race to be completed, for his nerves to kick in. He barely listened to John’s wife as she was going on about how John looked in the new racing suit. They had a new sponsor, albeit a cigar company, which neither of them smoked. That didn’t stop John from posing, fake-smoking one. A sponsor is a much needed asset in order to race at all. The bigger, more well known company, the better.  

Posing for pictures and accepting logos on your vehicle is just another part of racing. Just as making sure to keep your fans happy, signing autographs, t-shirts, even female body parts. John knew this and didn’t shy away from it. His wife accepted it as part of the business. She didn’t necessarily enjoy it, but she did like the rewards of the winnings.

The time for the start came and Jack braced himself as he saw his little brother climb into the car. John’s wife was standing up yelling for her husband and as the cars started revving their engines ready to begin, the whole crowd was screaming for their favorites.  

As the cars eased onto the track, they started vying for the best position. John was no exception. He didn’t want to be too eager, so was taking it easy at first. He spotted the intended winner, so his target was defined. Unfortunately another racer had the same idea. As they both tried to move into a better position, they started to weave into a similar path. In a split second the two cars collided and John’s car struck the outside wall, causing him to overturn. As the other car swerved from impact, he also rolled off the track.

Jack was relieved to see John safely exit his vehicle.

Weekly Writing Prompt #86

Prompt:  Today Is

It used to be said, “Today is” the rest of your life, or something like that. I’ve had a few of those days. A lot of life has occurred for me and I must say that 99% of it has been wonderful. It’s that icky 1% that you just have to deal with. So do it, deal with it and move on.

I have a friend who uses that expression “move on” frequently — usually after I’ve gone on about something he doesn’t want to discuss. I don’t blame him. I can be verbose, like, now…..okay, I admit it. I think I’m a know it all, and have been proven wrong many times. But that’s the fun of it. Discussing, debating, learning others’ points of view and the reasons why they think the way they do. That’s what is so great about the blogs I read. Thanks to all of you, I may not change my hard earned opinions, but I can enjoy yours.