Mumbles … Gravy

Gravy, the word conjures up comfort food in most people.  But it sent me squealing tires, fast as can be back to the past.  A word my ex used to use at least once a week.  He worked for a printing company and would get big jobs that once they were set up were just “gravy” or super easy to run.  I hadn’t thought of that term in years.  Why did it drag me to the past today?

Last month was the anniversary of his death and this month is his birthday.  Plus, you throw in holidays that are missing someone.  And no matter what, in spite of the divorce, he was still a friend of mine.  Someone I care about, never really stopped loving him but HATED what the bottle had done to him.

So, here I am in the past with all those old questions, worries and what ifs.  It is a trap I fall into too often.  When you are married to someone for 20 years it is hard to walk away.  But I had to for my own peace of mind.  The alcohol killed what was once so beautiful.  The lies and self destruction were too much. 

On a side note to gravy, I had been getting a little closer to caught up and then the holiday came.  We had two Thanksgivings and I fell back to more than a week behind.  BUT I will catch up hopefully before Christmas.  I am ahead of schedule on my Christmas cards so I should only need one more day for that to be done.  Bear with me.  And I hope everyone has a great weekend! (((HUGS)))


Written for Fandango One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gravy

Cloud Chucking

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The car pulled into the parking spot shut off the engine.  Opening the door a young man in his twenties came out with a cloud of vapor surrounding him.  He raised his hand that held his vape and took a long draw on the device.  He thought to himself, “I am so going to win this contest today.”

He had registered for a cloud chucking contest at the local vape shop and was happy with the set up he had on his mod.  He entered the shop and a cloud of vapor hung close to the ceiling.  He made his way to the contest room with nothing but winning on his mind.

He was confident to the point of being cocky.  He talked a little smack with the other vapers there.  The contest began and when it was his turn he stepped up to the line.  Taking a big draw, he blew out the vapor with all the force he had.  The cloud traveled across the room to the seven-foot mark and began to break up.

The competitors all had great vapes but his was the one to beat.  He was hoping for a win when the final competitor stepped up to the line and blew his cloud of vapor to the seven-and-a-half-foot mark.  Even though they were all in competition the room broke out in applause as it was clear this was the winner.

Disappointed In his second-place finish, we walked up to the counter, bought two bottles of e-liquid and left the shop in a cloud of vapor.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vapor