My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon. |
I love reading anything created by Canadian author Louise Penny. She has created believable, lovable characters based in or near an imaginary Quebec town, Three Pines. They are murder/mysteries and so much more. She delves into human behaviours and psyches. I cannot wait for the next offering!1. How the Light Gets In2. A Great Reckoning 3. Glass Houses4. The Beautiful Mystery5. The Long Way Home6. The Nature Of The Beast7. Kingdom Of The Blind8. A Rule Against Murder 9. A Madness of Crowds 10. State of Terror( co-authored with Hillary Rodham Clinton) Each of these novels is a delight to peruse. I recommend them all. Her Surete detective Armand Gamache is a wise leader and student of mankind. |
Why I Like Being On WDC I discovered this awesome site back in 2014. Wow, the years have flown by in a haze/daze of writing. I did not have an inkling as to what to expect. I had no expectations, or elusions. I signed up on the spur of the moment. And since then I have not regretted my choice. Here, I found other avid writers of like mind, or otherwise. Everyone wishes to write and most are happy to share their creations for me to read and/or review. Like wise, I enjoy receiving positive feedback in the form of reviews. I'm free to enter contests if I so choose and the ones I do enter offer unique prompts that cause me to think and stretch my writing muscles. Sometimes, a word or a phrase will trigger amusing memories. I like to believe I am preserving and highlighting family history. Before WDC, I had never attempted to blog. I had never so much as glanced at a blog. I discovered I like to blog and in that regard there are various blogging contests, challenges and activities. Again, they tend to be spontaneous bits of writing. I have surprised myself with my ability to conceive an idea, compose it and enter it in a twenty-four hour deadline. Two daily contests operate within that tight timeframe of twenty-four hours, The Writer's Cramp and Daily Flash Fiction. From start to finish, I am capable of submitting coherent, feasible projects. The prompts are often amusing, or educational. I have participated with several challenges and enjoyed their individual attractions. I completed a dive into Wonderland which required many, diverse creative entries on my part. Currently, I am a Got'er never having viewed a single episode of Game of Thrones. To say it is intense would be to utter a blase understatement. I have never written so many reviews ever! I like to read, so the torture is not too much. Again, I have responded to a wide variety of GoT prompts and they are fun to bring to life. I will not bend a knee! I plan to persevere. The Newsfeed is similar to Facebook in that it is a social outlet where WDCers may post and comment to anything therein. Many posts brighten my days. Who doesn't love a good laugh, or two? As I have stated and I am reiterating, I like it here at WDC! I have no plans to disappear just yet.(411 words) |
Here are the two prompts for Week Three Prompt # One: I hereby resolve to get a job. Andre say's "Not Likely". I hereby resolve to take better care of my teeth. Andre pronounces teeth as teef. Well, what can or should a monkey say about these prompts? As far as Andre is concerned he has a job and he is gainfully employed. Someone has to be the life of the never-ending party at the bar. He fancies himself as an influencer. Anybody who is anybody nowadays is an influencer. Andre only carouses with the finest locals. His drinks of choice become everyone's choice. Of course no one realizes he will down anything. Whatever happens to be within reach is good enough. Avant garde? Revolutionary? Trailblazer? Bold? Meh, Andre shrugs with the best. If he swings from the rafters he inspires fellow imbibers to do likewise. If he feels restless and hops from bar stool to bar stool he invents a new drinking game. The influenced refer to it as monkey business or Andre-ing. He is the ultimate party animal. Rowdy revelers shout, "What would Andre do?" Anything. Andre would do anything. Except take care of his 'teef.' He still has a few. Brushing and flossing are so tedious. He prefers to rinse with alcohol, flavored alcohol.There's nothing like a cold beer swish. So far, crack a few still refers to his preferred method of popping the beer cap with his teeth. Why search for a bottle opener? |
Week 2 Prompt 1: I hereby resolve NOT to make any New Year's Resolutions at all. Andre's Fractured Resolutions To make or not to make New Year's resolutions? That is the question that haunts every self-aware or unself-aware individual! Apparently Andre has made and broke "I hereby resolve NOT to make any New Year's Resolutions at all." He is, of course, not going to admit he either made or broke this resolution. That's alright! If you're going to make a resolution, that you know you're going to break ten days into the New Year, it may as well be one that's easy to break. If Andre did break this resolution, what type of resolution would he make that he knows he would break. How about, "I will NOT drink any more banana beer or I will not eat any more bananas." That sounds like a resolution that a monkey, like Andre, would make and break on the same day. I resoluted, or is that resolved to make a unique New Year's resolution last year. I remember the perfect one came to me after a crazy night of partying. I'd just climbed up into a hammock to sleep away the cob webs and I tumbled out. It wasn't my first crash to the floor. It wasn't even my first accident. For some inexplicable reason I seem to stumble, trip, or hip-check anything firm enough to leave bruises. Sometimes I swear doorways narrow somehow just as I decide to squeeze through. Tables and chairs try to tackle me and knock me off balance. Walls and their adjoining corners attack without warning, especially my tender toes. I vowed to be more careful. Everyone says it to me. I've heard it directed to me so many times, so perhaps I should listen to the advice. So, I tried to pay attention to my surroundings and be more aware. I thought bundling myself in bubble wrap and strapping a helmet to my head might be rather drastic. So, yep, I decided to be more mindful. It couldn't hurt, right? I trained myself to stop and scout. I really tried to plot safe, smooth passage around furniture. I gave walls a wide berth and I held my breath slipping through doors. I became vigilant. I don't know if I relaxed and let down my guard, but fifteen days after January first I slipped, and skidded into a most solid wall. During the whirlwind slide I flung an arm through a window and bounced my chin off the window sill. Despite the best intentions, I broke my New Year's resolution. Obviously, I was not careful...enough. |
"Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3978: January 10, 2024. Prompt: Houseplant Appreciation Day On this blustery, snow whipped January day it is soothing to gaze upon my vibrant, thriving houseplants. They remind me that the winter season doesn't last forever. It just seems as if it lingers far too long. Sheltered from the freezing temperatures my plants and I are warm and comfortable. We are free to believe we are snug in a rainforest, a lush, green piece of heaven. No, there are no monkeys swinging from the branches or peeking around the stalks. I've yet to hear or spy a brilliantly coloured bird. I'm happy snakes have not decided to coil amongst the leaves. From somewhere the occasional spider appears and attempts to spin a gossamer web. I do appreciate the intricate craftmanship spun by spiders, I do. I don't appreciate where these creations are hung. The presence of a spider also unsettles me. They seem to skulk about. Creepy-crawly is an apt name . Nothing gets the ol' blood pumping like a black spider rappelling down from the ceiling and hovering over one of my shoulders. The sudden presence of a housefly is also puzzling. From where did it come? It is most definitely not a stealth insect. It buzzes and batters itself against a pane of glass. Is it instinct that compels the panicked fly to do this? Outside will not be the escape it anticipates. The Money Tree that my daughter gifted is intent upon living up to its name. When it first settled into my home it measured about six inches in height. Soon, it will surpass six feet tall. I've yet to see any sign of money. The bamboo that graces my kitchen table has sprouted this past year. I'd describe it as a bean pole, but that's an insult, correct? The four orchids seem content with their placement atop the coffee table. Every few months they reward me with lovely blooms of mauve, white and pink. The various succulents guarding a window ledge have agreed to thrive, but only if I remember they do not have much of a thirst. Two of them were stars at my youngest daughter's wedding almost eighteen months ago. I still have the prayer lily from my Mom's funeral nine years ago. Once in a while it produces a white bloom. If I could figure out how to stuff a greenhouse into my apartment I would. A home needs houseplants and I'd like to welcome more of them. |
Prompt Number Two: Getting off your duff and taking action when something needs to be sold is often easier said than done, particularly when it's as big as a house. I resolve to finally sell the house. Is Andre selling the bar, whos house is he selling? Is your Muse raising money? What's going on? I've decided to sell the bar. It's time. I can feel the grass growing under my feet and I don't like the feel of it. I'd say it's annoying. And don't tell me to cut it, who has time for that messing about? No, I'm not seeking greener pastures. Why would I? Why trade this bar for a bigger field that requires more attention? I did mention I don't mow grass, right? Some of the bar patrons, or as I see it hangers-on, think all I do is sit and scratch myself. That's a fair observation, I do enjoy a good, thorough scratch, but now I have another itch to take care of. Are you itching to hear my plans? No, I don't have a plan, or a bucket list. This bar came about because of a whim. I needed somewhere to hang, let loose, party, whatever. Swinging from branch to branch in a steamy jungle gets old. I enjoyed the hijinks here. I never knew drunks er, alcohol aficionados loved almost anything with a banana. C'mon, get a life. I mean thanks. Running a bar into the ground has been a blast. Everyone expected me to be an animal and, well, I am. I'm a monkey after all. It's my nature to shriek, throw things and scurry about all willy-nilly. I have urges. I don't pretend to be a planner nor am I a pantser. I did try them once, pants that is. I never understood all that fuss about keeping your pants on. It's my pierogi, no, wait that's one of those dumpling'ish things. It's my pirouette. No! My brain is a bit scrambled although I'll admit I'm dancing about here. Aha, I've got it. It's my prerogative to try something new. I'm not sure if I'll need a bucket, or not. I'm not worried about a list. Writing gives me cramps and I don't have a pocket to keep one in. If I had a bucket I could create sand castles, or go crabbing. I've noticed a panhandler or two proffering a bucket to passersby. I could get lucky with that. I did mention I needed change. ( 415 words ) |