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It was uncanny, the way she would just barrel into a room and all the men would practically collapse from adoration. Embarrassing, she thought, that the tendency of this new warren of young women had not one strand of composure when it came to men. The vertebra of Gloria Steinem reform followers would not waiver in such an atmosphere. It was tough times for feminist supporters in earlier days, working to catch the respect of men, not just their eye.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/wordle-180/

Going shopping tomorrow

I know what you’re thinking

Joining the rest of the zoo

Dazzled eyes will keep blinking

The lights are really my fave

Trees all aglow, I could rave

On about all the decorations

Even Salvation Army stations

These people who man them

Deserve an anthem

Daily ringing the bell

Hoping donations swell.

Then there are Santas at every turn

Seeing them what do kids really learn

When do they start to ask if he’s real

We always delayed just to keep the feel

Of wonderment and surprise

Closeted presents from prying eyes

Yes, I agree, shopping’s a zoo

But I’ve nothing better to do

Standing in lines listening to hymns

Admiring all the Christmas trims

I’m really looking forward to it

The people, the music, all of it.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/zoo/

Hey, Joe, what’s up?

Oh, nothing, just waiting for him to come by and hook me up. You know what day it is, right? He’s taking the lady for a sleigh ride, and I get to pull it! Not a bad job, I doubt if we’ll go past the lake. Yes, he’s asking her tonight at the lake. Humans are so romantic. We never had to ask, which is probably hard. He always let us out into the meadow and we just sort of met up with our ladyloves. I guess we’re luckier than humans.

It’s just love, Joe, just love.

Three Line Tales, Week 96

I admit I cheated a couple of times adding NP to my regular posts, but I write too much here anyway, so saved you the trouble. . .

My grandson, you know, the all purpose variety one, 18, drummer, chauffeur, confidant, helper, fellow bad-word-user, general all around life saver, came over yesterday, unexpectedly.  It had already been a bad day, but I had gotten out of bed with a determination not to get upset, aka:crying about nothing.  If I had any hormones left I would blame them! But I digress, – yes I used it again, I love that phrase.  He said “we’re going out, where would you like to go?”  So he waited for me to get ready, and we went.  For the first time in my life, I bought a fake Christmas tree.  Not only fake, but a white-supposed-to-look-snow-covered one.  I’m still not sure I like it.  He helped me set it up while I said we’re probably both going to die of fermeldihide poisoning. . .He was patient as I directed how the lights should go on, bless him. 

I have to admit that while shopping I had an odd moment while looking at canned chile beans. For some reason I just got teary eyed.  He asked if I needed a hug, and I said no, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  So left that aisle with him behind, asking if I needed this or that.  Patience personified.  
Then as the evening of shopping ended and we were on the way home he pointed out the hotel next door to me, saying “I’m playing a concert there tomorrow with the jazz band.  It’s a luncheon for old ladies.” Then added in typical fashion, ” like you”.  Gotta love this kid.

https://rugby843.blog 

He sat up on the boulder

Trying to look a bit older

His chin out thrust

Hair perfectly mussed

And acting very much bolder

The woman he adored

Who he wanted to hoard

Flew by him, but did take a look

She thought he’d been ill

Had a flu like chill

Now looked much better, still. . .

She landed close by

He’d caught her eye

He asked her to join him in flight

The two birds flew south

Right into the mouth

Of a chimney he had earlier found

He said “I’ve looked around,

Let’s fly down

And nest there in the flue

Its a perfect spot for us to stop

To build a home for me and you.

https://rugby843.blog

https://rugby843.blog

Today being November 29, I am anxious for the new season of the “Vikings”, a History Channel offering I enjoy. It is violent as they reportedly were, but it is also informative. Here is a snippet, (violence warning) in the original trailer. Ragnar, played by Travis Fimmel, can be vicious, or endearing, even touching at times. In the first season each episode was followed up by actual fact finding episodes named “Real Vikings”.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/snippet/

Chilly morning calm

Silver blue mirrored waters

A winter beauty

Frosty branches black and bare

Await the warmth of spring nests

https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/11/29/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-73-mornings-winter/

“Girl, what are you wearing?” Gina was laughing at her friend Gloria. “You think that flower is going to get you a man? Girl, you are crazy! You know all they think about is their next meal, give it up!”

Gloria kept strutting around, hoping to stand out enough on the purple gravel to attract George, her favorite beau. “George likes flowers, and I think he’ll be happy to see the ones I’m wearing.”

“You be careful now!” As Gina left, she saw George jump down, landing right next to Gloria. “Guess she was right, he does love those flowers!”

100 words

A side note. I kept this G rated but was surprised how easily it could have turned into something else! Grasshoppers, who knew?😂

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-28-2017/

Meander through fields

You see harvests of plenty

Nature provided

http://colleenchesebro.com/2017/11/28/colleens-weekly-poetry-tuesday-challenge-meander-plenty/