Over at Carrot Ranch the January 21, 2021, prompt is: “In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that rephrases ‘light at the end of the tunnel.’ Think of how the cliche replacement communicates a hopeful ending and aligns with your character or story. Go where the prompt leads!”
Walking down a big city street at night seems like a scary prospect. Peggy was a night person and thought this was the best time to test yourself and/or your friends. We just didn’t know it was a test.
One night at a local bar she was cajoled into a drinking match of shots with the guys. Next thing I’m being dragged onto the dance floor. She whispered, “dancing to sober up.” Becoming an accomplice to her not losing the bet was a test and certainly shed a light on our friendship for many more years. She never lost.
January 14, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about dressing up. It can be a child or another character. Be playful or go where the prompt leads!
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Saturday night and the theater lobby lights sparkle on the sequins as we walk around. We are in our suburban neighborhood and no paparazzi are stalking us for photos. It is opening night. Who’s idea was it to make this a fancy dress event? It seems pretty silly all these years later. Yet, the photo of us from that evening is one of my most treasured items. Who would imagine that adults would play dress up for all the world to see on such a “normal” day. Imagine we really were that young and playful only three + decades ago.
1/20/2021. Depends on where you stand , is this a lucky or unlucky thing. Maybe if we just take a simplistic look and are grateful that we survived 2020, sort of, and made it into 2021 that is enough of a mystical sign.
I am extremely grateful that I have survived until today, I was able to see the first female to be elected as vice-president of this country. In my lifetime, Queen Elizabeth has been the figurehead of her country for many years. Golda Meir was Prime Minister as was Indira Gandhi and Margaret Thatcher. We who should be a country of leadership aren’t even traveling in the same century.
January 7, 2021 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the contrasting prompts butterfly and stone. It doesn’t have to be a western ranch chore; it can be any routine task. Go where the prompt leads!
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We went to an abandoned quarry entrance to see the best view of the city and mountain that lay ahead of us. It was some type of marble quartz that was being pulled we were told. Walking up to the top of the hill I looked at the well-worn path. I spotted a pretty shaped stone and reached down to put it in my pocket.
My friend collects heart shaped stones on her travels and this looked like a beauty. Once in my hand the pinkish stone appeared to be more of a butterfly than a heart. New goals.
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What do the abbreviations, B.C. and A.D. stand for? To the best of my recollection, this stands for two of the major Saturday morning western cowboy shows, Bill Connors and Andy Devine.
What do the abbreviations, B.C.E. and C.E. stand for? Big City Encounters vs City Encounters, the new dating apps if you live in a big city or a small city. The big city one has way more filters to keep the crazy away, the city one doesn’t need that. We know everyone and crazy lives upstairs or next door, HA.
What event triggered the start of the U.S. Civil War? Are you a cat or dog person question on the census form.
What were “The Wars of the Roses?” The usual Saturday football game between Rose Academy and the Lilac School for the Exceptional.
Where was the Kingdom of Prussia located? This is hidden in a small valley in the Swiss Alps .
According to the account in Genesis, what happened at the Tower of Babel? Mama left the party at the Tower of Babel when she found out there was a better party at the Tower on 27th Street.
What artistic style is Pablo Picasso famous for? He is world renown for his Pop Art. All items are signed PPP which stands for Pablo Picasso’s Pop.
January 6th was two days ago. What makes it special? When you add the numbers 1 + 6 it equals 7. This is a special day to find depth, meaning, a spiritual connection and the only bar in town that has the New Year’s confetti all cleaned up from the floor.
In the comic strip, Calvin & Hobbes, who or what is Hobbes? He is Hobbs the last of the Hippie Hamsters.
The song, “Home on the Range” asks for a home where what two animals play? We all know it was dogs and angora cats.
Conduct or speech inciting people to rebel against the authority of a state or monarch.
This happened today in my country, the United States of America, January 6, 2021 and many of us were witness to this unfolding on television in real time.
A violent uprising against an authority or government.
This also happened today in my country.
I had to look both of these words up, I know I have heard them but never had any real context to apply against in my own world. I also looked to see what type of punishment could be handed out. Starts with a fine, the cost of clean-up and additional forces now required should be the starting point of that fine. Next they may be sentenced to serve in a federal prison, I would suggest the longest possible time allowed. Last is ineligibility to serve in public office. If you are not outraged at this activity, then you are complicit.
Sadly today a “friend” was posting on-line that it was our own fault and we should have expected this response. I simply don’t have words for that level of stupidity.
Please accept my apology, I don’t usually use this space as this type of public forum. I was really hoping to go to see the inauguration and due to Covid had to cancel my plans. My disappointment at both of these things is monumental and I am so sad at the place we are now in. I can only keep hope in my heart that things will change and we can step up and support the change.
The creative wall block has just loomed in front of me at about 90 feet tall and it’s a combination of writers block, no access to the products and/or equipment I need. Stop me quick this sounds like whining which does no one any good. I could use a giant thunderbolt to activate my creative gene. Since that is probably not going to happen let me share a little bit about my latest project.
One very tall ( 50 foot) tree in front of the house produces these most adorable tiny pine cones. The average size is 1 to 1 1/2 inches long. Every day as I walk out into the front yard I look for these tiny little gems and typical haul is about 6 to 10. We had a couple of wind storms and after those I was able to find greater quantity.
Long story short I remembered a technique I used many years ago to make pine cone wreaths and thought why not. So as I did my daily walks I also looked for acorns and nut shells. We have black walnut and hickory trees and the squirrels open the nuts and leave us the outer shells. The pine cones are some days very hard to find when we have a cover of leaves.
I added some peach pits and seed pods from the garden and began creating. It takes about 50 to 60 of the small pine cones to do a small, 8 inch wreath along with various nut shells or fruit pits and seed pods. I have become totally enamored of these tiny beauties. So family got some as Christmas gifts this year. The other day we had a big wind rain snow storm and a branch with lots of pine cones was knocked down from the tree. That is the bowl full of pine cones, almost enough to complete another wreath. Some are still encased in ice so they simply need to dry out before I use them.
Hopefully this will motivate me to work on some other neglected creative projects soon. Only 70ish days until spring and we can be outside daily again.