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Daily Prompt: Genie
A frazzled parent wanted a genie
Was tired of hearing “he’s being a weinie”
Her only son was a bit of a meanie
So rubbed the lamp’s side till sheeny.
Later while preparing linguine
She was sipping a strong martini
Thought she saw the hoped for genie.
He told her the problem was hardly teeny
And “not to expect a trick like Houdini.”
“These affairs are best served by the parents
When their children are being errant
The answer appears to be transparent
State the rules and be coherent.”
Let it Bleed Challenge: Mystery
Not my usual story or ?poetry? But a true mystery. What is this mysterious vine that appeared in 2010 and then disappeared? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
AtoZ Challenge P
I shared a post about the capital of Croatia, Dubrovnik, from a fellow blogger at https://paintdigi.com. We decided it would be a beautiful place to visit but would cost a pretty penny. I was curious where that expression came from so this is what I found at phrases.org.uk:
MLMM Wordle #192
She flipped the cover of the manuscript and resisted the urge to throw it across the room.The whole thing was an insincere jangled up sensualization of a sad woman–a supposed charity case with a debilitating disease.
Margot initially thought Jack was the author she had been looking for. She thought he was the archetype of radical youth that might cause the publishing industry to erupt with wonder. Margot had been an editor for twenty long years, tired of the mundane writing attempts that arrived daily. Her desk was amass with hellish stories of zombies, or faraway planets threatening to scourge the earth. Her personal nemeses were the continuous tomes of graphic sexual encounters with no romance or storyline.
Where were the new fresh authors she wondered? She hoped she had found one in Jack. His embryonic notes and ideas seemed promising. The story of a disabled woman who lived on the street. The idea was intriguing, could be interesting, but once again, the author failed his subject.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/04/16/wordle-192/
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 20 Catastrophic Calamaties
I don’t know why they do it. I guess it’s because they have schedules and would lose their job if they didn’t? What happens when everything they are transporting is left on the roadside ruined? Whatever the reason, fear of job loss, bravado, stupidity?
Coming home from Fort Collins, CO to Cheyenne, WY on I25N today we saw six rollover accidents of semi trucks. One had crossed from the left (going south) of us across the four lane highway to end up on our right side bank, on its side. It was huge. The median between the four lanes has a fence, maybe four feet high, and it wasn’t even bent, looked untouched. Did the wind blow it over this fence? There were diagonal dirt and gravel tire marks on our side to his stopping point. Then after seeing this, two very sickening semis with smashed driver side cabs facing us on the right.
There were patrol cars, tow trucks, etc, but still high profile trucks, buses and campers still on the road. An underpass was closed on the left side of the highway, diverted traffic still coming onto the highway. This was a 30-40 minute period of time. We mentioned we were always cautious because of the danger passing by one of these vehicles, but thinking one is going to cross over from the other side of the highway is really frightening.
It’s a sickening sight to think of the drivers and if they survived and how they felt when they knew they were going over…
AtoZ Challenge O
Some things never change in a family. Heard my 11 year old granddaughter singing this:
I think the “Greatest Showman” increased her love of Hugh Jackman just like the rest of us!
SYW 4-16-18
Howdy doody partners! Middle of April, still not really spring yet, but nice today, expect snow on Wednesday. So it goes… It is Monday and I’m resting up from an eventful weekend, but it’s time for ceenphotography.com‘s Share Your World questions. Here are my answers:
1. I think the most influential life change event for me was having two failed back surgeries in 1999, a month apart. They didn’t relieve constant pain and resulted in having to use a wheelchair to get around. Odd to think what I would be doing if they had been successful. . .I know–dancing–badly!
2. Is it a bird, is it a plane? No, it’s Ironman, my favorite Marvel character! Anyone seeing Infinity Wars next week?😎
3. If I had to choose just one genre of music, I would have to say the eighties. But let’s not, I love almost every type of music, not really rap, or twangy?
A lot to appreciate from last week I’ve probably already written about, birthdays, soccer games in freezing winds, museum trips, dinners with relatives and more. I am truly grateful. This week will probably be a rest period for the next week to come. I’ll let you know if anything exciting comes up😃
http://ceenphotography.com/2018/04/16/share-your-world-april-16-2018/
Daily Prompt: Crank
AtoZ Challenge – No Nuance
She stepped out of the car and breathed the autumn air. So familiar, even though she hadn’t experienced this atmosphere in ten years. It was autumn in Vermont and she was coming home for a short visit, a necessary visit. Her mother was very ill and she needed to see her one last time.
Her son picked her up from the closest airport, driving her the rest of the way to her hometown. It was a long way and they stopped by the side of the road to take a break. As she took in a deep breath, the scent of harvested apples was in the air. When she closed her eyes she pictured herself as a child playing in the orchard. She opened them to see trees, colorful drying leaves, and their pungent aroma filled her senses.
She got back into the car thinking, some things do not change.
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