Acumen. Yes, another one of those words I have heard once in the distant past, but don’t use it on a regular basis. Oxford Languages says it is “the ability to make good judgments and quick decisions, typically in a particular domain.” So, someone might say I have crafting acumen. Or more specifically rubber-stamping acumen. What I would like to do though has nothing to do with acumen… it is catching up again, I can’t believe I got so far behind. I took one night off so it should only be one night behind, but I have been so tired I don’t have the energy or the brain power to think of things to write. I guess that is why I am just mumbling through this post.
The good news is I did have a little fun for the one day I was absent. We watched the Super Bowl (a sad game to watch) and then went to an area casino for a slot machine or two. The first machine I picked I got a hit on the second spin of the wheels… won $115. So, I put my initial money away and played on those winnings the rest of the night and the following morning. I did lose some of it but coming home with an extra $65 was still a plus in my book. I only do the slot machines, don’t know enough about roulette and have NO poker face. Do you play table games or slots? Do you have good luck at the casino?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – acumen
Stephanie put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. She had no destination in mind, just a much needed drive out of town for a bit. She was only a few blocks from the highway that led out of town. She snapped off the radio as her head and heart were both pounding. He was drunk again, this time at 3 in the afternoon. Did he start the minute he woke up after his night shift?
She drove out of town and took the first gravel road to the South. This road would connect up with another highway that would lead her back to town, but she had a good three miles stretch that was all hers. She slowed the car and without letting go of the wheel screamed as loud as she could for as long as her breath held out. It was a cathartic release of all the stress and anger she had building up. It was either that or collapse in deep heaving sobs and cry for an hour or more. She didn’t want to cry. She had already shed enough silent tears when she showered. This was her one other release.
She took a couple of deep breaths and let out another long and loud scream as she continued down the road. No other cars or people around to hear her and it was such a needed release. She took another deep breath and let out a third scream almost cracking her voice as she neared the stop sign. She then took a couple deeper breaths and, in a whisper, said, “someday this will all end… soon I hope.” Then she turned the car onto the highway and headed back to home.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cathartic
Denise was in her car on Highway 30 when she heard sirens. Looking in her review mirror she saw a police car coming up behind her. She slowed, turned her radio down and started to get ready to pull over. She knew what she had done. You see her favorite song came on and she was lost in the music not paying attention like she should. Denise had a propensity to speed. And when she got lost in music, especially a fast song, she went faster. It is just the way she was wired.
The officer wrote out her ticket for 65 mph in a 55 mph zone, he cut off the extra 4 mph she was really going, taking the ticket down a tier in dollar value. She thanked the officer (he was just doing his job) and slowly went on her way. She would have some explaining to do tonight at dinner when her husband asked how her day had been.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – propensity