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Wordle #190

April 3, 2018

From Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie comes Wordle #190

– Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem.
– The words can appear in an alternate form.
– Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Unthinkable «        7. Impasse «
2. Thread «                  8. Bride
3. Bend «                      9. Erudite «
4. Minatory                 10. Underneath «
5. Social «                    11. Scatter «
6. Pen «                        12. Thirst «

= = = =

Sometimes you reach an impasse and you realize it’s time to make a decision, and in my case that decision involves social media. Specifically, and as unthinkable as this might sound in today’s world, my decision involves leaving Facebook.

Not that Facebook isn’t fun, it is, and not that I don’t enjoy following all the conversational threads posted by my erudite and literate friends, I do, but underneath the fun I feel a thirst for something more, something real in the physical sense; something that goes beyond putting a virtual pen to a virtual wall, and you can only go so long ignoring that desire and allowing yourself to continue to bend to the lure of Facebook.

I don’t know about you, but for me the lure of Facebook has been strong and it took me a while to finally make the decision, but last Friday I deactivated my account thereby scattering all my friends – old and new – to the far reaches of however many corners the social media world holds.

I’ve blogged about this before and this isn’t the first time I’ve taken a Facebreak. We’ll see if it’s the first time I don’t go back.

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Twins Tantrum

April 2, 2018

Here’s a baseball story that made me laugh.

Yesterday afternoon the Twins were finishing up a three game series in Charm City. We’re at one out in the bottom of the 9th inning and the Twins are up 7-0 so the game looks to be pretty much over. A lefty, Chance Sisco (tell me that’s not a cool baseball name), is at the plate for Baltimore and the Twins, playing with the thought that the hitter is going to pull the ball somewhere to the right side of the field, put on a defensive shift to the right which moved their third baseman over to the shortstop position leaving an enormous hole on the left side of the infield. Twins pitcher José Berríos throws a 92 mile-per-hour fastball and Sisco smartly drops a bunt down the third base line for a base hit. The bunt either rattled Berríos or sparked the Orioles because even though they didn’t score a run, they did manage to create a fair amount of drama by loading the bases before the Twins made the final out to end the game and preserve Berríos’ complete game shutout.

So the game ends and the Twins win and all is good, right? You’d think so, but the Twins weren’t happy with Sisco’s bunt and they took to Twitter to complain

From second baseman Brian Dozier: “Obviously, we’re not a fan of it. He’s a young kid. I could’ve said something at 2nd base but they have tremendous veteran leadership over there.”

From Twins starter, José Berríos: “I don’t care if he’s bunting. I just know it’s not good for baseball in that situation. That’s it.”

From Twins leftfielder Eddie Rosario: “Nobody liked that. No, no, no. That’s not a good play.”

Now there are a lot of unwritten rules in baseball and one of them is that you don’t bunt to break up a no-hitter but that wasn’t the case here. Berríos was pitching a shutout and going for a complete game but this wasn’t a no-hitter so what are the Twins whining about? And speaking of unwritten rules, there’s another unwritten rule that says a team doesn’t try stealing bases when they have a large lead which is exactly what Twins manager Paul Molitor had Byron Buxton do in the top of the 5th inning with the Twins up 6-0.

So, sadly, I guess my hometown nine, the Minnesota Twins, have proven that there is, in fact, crying in baseball.

I’m happy we won the game but not so happy with the embarrassing outburst.

 

 

 

The Ring (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

April 2, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

March 29, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed. Go where the prompt leads.

The Ring

One final look in the mirror on his way downstairs and the waiting limousine. Hair combed:  check. Tie straight: check. Looking like a man about to get married: check. Gary picks up his keys and reaches for the ring.

“Where the hell’s the ring?”

Nothing behind the dresser.

The limousine honks.

Drawers open, fingers flying, he rifles through underwear, socks and shirts.

Nothing.

Another honk.

The flicker under the bed catches his eye and when he bends down to pick up the ring from where it had rolled is when his pants tear.

“Jeanine is going to kill me.”

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Some Days (Write Now)

April 1, 2018

At Today’s Author, our first goal is to get you (and us) to write. Write Now is our own collection of prompts to help you do that. With Write Now we’re not talking about writing, or trying to teach anyone how to write. Write Now is all about putting pen to paper.

Today’s Prompt: “He had made his garden in the same place for thirty years, but as he began to dig into the soil on the first warm day of the spring, his shovel hit an old, rusty, metal box.”

Some Days

The tip of the shovel caught on the side of the rusty metal box and when Floyd tried to pry it free the wood handle broke off three inches above the blade. He stood back and surveyed the carnage.

“Damn,” he said. “There goes ten bucks right out the darn window.”

Wondering if The Home Depot would return the obviously defective shovel and give him a new one, he bent down and picked up the blade. “Not sure what I could tell them though,” he said out loud as he turned the blade around in his hand. “Probably best to bite the bullet and just get me a new one I suppose.”

Floyd straightened up and was walking back to the shed when he remembered about the rusty metal box that did his obviously defective shovel in. He turned around and walked back to the hole with the rusty metal box and after a few seconds of looking at the thing and trying to sum up just how much it weighed he decided that now would be as good a time as any to see what what the thing is all about. He dropped the parts of the obviously defective shovel on the ground and got down on his knees and started scooping out dirt with his hands. Floyd soon cleared enough dirt where he could see the handles on the side of the box and as he reached down to take hold of them he caught his left thumb on a small burr.

“Damn,” he said as he wiped the blood on his jeans. “Better get this cleaned up.” Wondering about the things that can happen when one cuts one’s finger on rusty metal, he thought, It’s a good thing I’m right-handed.

Floyd stood up, looked at the old, rusty metal box, looked again at his thumb, shook his head and took a step backwards and tripped over the discarded parts of the obviously defective shovel and fell backwards onto his back.

“Damn,” he said. “Some days you’re just better off staying in bed.”

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Random Thoughts #30

March 30, 2018

If, during the course of a conversation, you find yourself saying, “To make a long story short . . .”, you’re probably talking too much.

Random Thought #30.1: If, during the course of a conversation, someone says, “To make a long story short . . .” to you, don’t tell them that if they have to say, “To make a long story short . . . “ it probably means they’re talking too much because it appears they don’t like hearing that. Even if you say it with a smile, they don’t like it so much.

Tale Weaver – #165 – Longing

March 29, 2018

Tale Weaver – #165

Longing

This week I’m asking you to explore the concept of longing. What is it you long for? Health, holiday, freedom, love, understanding, acceptance.”

What do I long for?

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a pizza or a Hershey’s with almonds candy bar but I can’t really say I long for either of those.

Are you old enough to remember the Viewmaster toy? It was shaped more or less like a pair of binoculars only smaller and it was all plastic. You’d get these cardboard discs with small photo images and you’d ‘view’ the photo images in the Viewmaster. The photo images looked sort of like film negatives only they were in color and there were a dozen or so images per disc and the discs were anything from a cartoon to a story or book adaptation to a travelogue or a TV show tie-in. You’d slide the disc into the top of the Viewmaster and press it down into place and when the disc was set in place, then between the two eyepieces there was a small hole that lined up with the text on the disc that described the image you were going to look at. So for example you slide the disc into the Viewmaster and you’d read the line that described the image, something maybe like, “Bugs Bunny looks for something to do.” and then you’d put it up to your eyes and look through it and you’d see a picture of Bugs Bunny looking around for something to do in 3D. Then there was a lever on the side of the thing that’d press down and that would advance the disc to the next picture. You’d lower it and read the next description, maybe something like, “Elmer Fudd is hunting for food when he spots Bugs Bunny waking up.” and you’d look inside and see Elmer Fudd pointing his rifle at a yawning Bugs. My description isn’t doing the toy any real justice so I’ll stop by saying that for a 10-year-old kid it was a pretty cool toy and it’s, from what I can remember, the closest thing we had to a virtual reality device 50+ years ago. So, that’s a long story to get to a short story . . .

Why this is important will make sense in about another 100 words.

And it’s also been a long time since I’ve had a bacon cheeseburger but I don’t long for one of those either.

I long for the people I love who are no longer here and when I think of them an image will fly across my consciousness. Now I don’t visualize particularly well so it’s not like I’m “seeing” these people in my mind’s eye like playing back a memory or anything like that because my mind’s eye is, for the most part, blind. It’s more like a flash of awareness or recognition or something; some other form of “memory” that I can’t describe, and it comes and then goes and then it’s replaced by another one and usually it happens fast and it’s sort of like a mental Viewmaster only instead of pressing down the little lever to advance the frame I just blink.

Blink. Dad.
Blink. Grandma and Grandpa.
Blink. Dad.
Blink. Friends.
Blink. Dad.
Blink. Dad.
Blink. Dad.

I long for those people in my life who are no longer physically in my life.

I long for good books and good music and good movies.

I long for good words.

I long for good humor.

I long for a country where politicians and leaders truly care for the people they represent.

I long for a world that treats all living beings humanely.

I long for equity, inclusion, tolerance and social justice for everyone.

I long to know what happened to Tony Soprano.

I long for a pear that doesn’t bruise with even the lightest touch.

I long for the Twins to win the World Series.

And I long for somebody to love.

Wordle #189

March 28, 2018

From Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie comes Wordle #189

– Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem.
– The words can appear in an alternate form.
– Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Malice «                     7. Imperative «
2. Gangly «                    8. Orbit «
3. Find «                         9. Inchoate
4. Misery «                   10. Helminth «
5. Hardhearted «        11. Mask «
6. Lens                          12. Glide «

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With malice toward some and misery for more you’ll find me wriggling like a helminth, heaving hardhearted words in every direction.

My promises, cheap at half the price, drip like gangly threads of yellow snot from my mask of sincerity; thin strands that glide over my lips and orbit around the bottom of my stubby chin before dropping into your hungry mouth.

It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Honestly.

I’m running for reelection in November and it’s imperative that I return to Washington where I can continue to work for you. Can I count on your vote?

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