Mumbles … Blog

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I just recently got a notification that I hit my 7-year blogiversary here on WordPress.  Now that milestone is a little misleading as it didn’t become a “regular” posting blog until August of 2016 when I found the WP daily prompt.  So, it is more like a 4-year blogiversary.

But there was another milestone I passed recently and that is that my number of posts crossed the 2,000 point.  In fact, I am almost 100 past that point.  My goal of getting a view from Greenland has still not happened.  And my next goal to pass is the number of followers … I am in the 900’s now and look forward to that 1000 mark.

The blog is essential for me to “stay sane” as I often write out my feelings in one form or another.  But that is not to say it is all doom and gloom.  There are good days and I do fairly well with a little bit of fiction writing too.  By far though the best part of blogging has been meeting some great people and wonderful writers and photographers.  The blogging community is unlike any other.  We support each other and truly care.  I have made definite friends here.

My blog is a day behind, so I need to go read, read, read.  I thank each and every one of you who are reading for the first time to the 2,000th time.  My readers make this a lot more fun!  (((HUGS))) to you all!


Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #2 (FDDA) – blog

Fandango’s Friday Flashback – July 31


I am finally back to taking part in Fandango’s Friday Flashback (FFF)… giving a chance for new people to see old posts and remind loyal readers of days gone by. This poem was original posted here as a response to a daily prompt from Fandango of the word “moment”… I hope you enjoy it!

The moment I said hello
My world changed
When your attention
Your touch
Your taste
All drew me in
Somehow we just fit
And every moment was alive

I can’t say why it ended
Sometimes these things just do
But it left me with
Insatiable memories
Me still wanting you

I’ll settle for the next best thing
A friendship built on love
That never went away
But some days I still wonder
Can we get a second chance

A chance to once again
Rekindle what might have been
With your attention
Your touch
Your taste
All that drew me in
That night so long ago
When I first said hello

Mumbles … Equivocate

At my friend’s Zen Garden

I am finally within a day of posts… whoo hoo!  I think that means it is time to celebrate.  To unwind and relax a little.  And what better way to relax with a nice night of fishing, bug catching, watering flowers and talking to the neighbors.  Many of you will not understand that last line, but a few of you are bound to be out there that know all about a little game on the Nintendo Switch called Animal Crossing New Horizons.  It is just the latest in a series of Animal Crossing games from Nintendo.  And they are all a lot of harmless fun.  No violence, no swearing (well, unless you lose a shark off of your fishing rod!) and lots of cute animals.  I have a ACNH pal I play with quite often by visiting her island and then her visiting mine.  One particular night we were joking around, and the idea came up for a band name or a song called Pocket Full of Sharks, as we had caught many sharks that night fishing and you store them in you “pockets” until you can sell them.  I took up the challenge and a set of lyrics was born.  I envisioned it as a metal or at least rock beat.  Anyway, she said I had to publish this on WordPress as she found it quite funny.  So, indulge me for a moment while I step partway off of the sanity steps and delve into a little late night craziness that is…

A Pocket Full of Sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Great white, hammer head, whale sharks for me

On this island sharks are best you’ll see

*

First day on the island

I was alone and a little scared

But neighbors came to join me

And together we positively faired

Now don’t get me wrong

I do more than fish

But my favorite kind

Can’t be found in any dish

*

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Great white, hammer head, whale sharks for me

On this island sharks are best you’ll see

*

With the bugs I do not bother

Because then I’d have to hear

Blather’s go on and on

Until the museum was clear

Clear full of arachnids, beetles and bees

If it weren’t for the branches

I’d never shake trees

*

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Great white, hammer head, whale sharks for me

On this island sharks are best you’ll see

*

Now watch out for the suckers

They only try to tease

You think you’ve got a saw shark

But your dreams fly on a breeze

So when you see a fin

Don’t run and scare it away

It could bring you a fortune

Each day you find to play

*

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks…(fade)

*****

Now before I forget… equivocate.  Many parents equivocate to their children about Santa. There, now I did my part for the word of the day.  Ha ha!


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

Mumbles …. Assume

Everyone knows it.  It popped into my head the first time I saw the prompt.  To assume makes this (ass) out of this (u) and this (me).  I feel like I have made an ass of myself the last week or so.  I have not had many creative juices flowing and have fallen behind again on my daily reading and prompts.  But if all goes as planned I will only be one day behind by the end of tonight.  And I am hoping I can catch that up before Friday.

So don’t go assuming I have vanished from Word Press it just isn’t true.  I am plugging away as best as I can.  Be prepared for a little more activity until I get squared away with the days.  In the meantime I need to go write some more.  I hope everyone has a great week!

Now enjoy this song with assume in it that I think is pretty relevant about now…

For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – assume

Mumbles … Empirical

It happens.  I am not a walking dictionary or even half of an abridged version.  So, off to the internet I went with ‘empirical’ to find something to write about.  I found it is basically evidence, proof, not a theory.  Now that I was armed with knowledge, what would I do with it?  I kept coming back to today and what it means to me… could I possible work that around the word?

Today is my anniversary date from when I was told I had cancer.  I am officially a 17 year survivor.  That is fact.  Cancer sucks!  The chemo and radiation to help you also hurts in various ways.  Truth for me and my treatments.  The nausea, the migraines, the body aches, the burns, the mouth sores… all of it happened to me.  Therefor I would say my experiences show empirical evidence that cancer SUCKS!

There, however, for many is a light at the end of the tunnel.  You can get through a lot more cancers now than you used to be able to.  That is not to say all cancers are “curable” but to show there are strides being met in treatments and survival ratings.  I knew a woman who lived years longer than the doctor told her she would.  I know a little boy who was not likely to make it to 12 is now an adult who went to school to become a nurse.  Those are some that defied the odds. 

Sadly there is the other side of things.  Those who will not find a cure or battle through the treatments unscathed.  A very BIG reason CANCER SUCKS!

Now I am a little more familiar with empirical and I can state my case that CANCER DOES SUCK!  What have you lived through that you could say proves something?

I hope all those in America have a wonderful Fourth of July tomorrow and the rest of you… well, have a good 4th of July!  It is after all a day everyone faces in hopefully some good summer weather!  Enjoy!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – empirical https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/30/fowc-with-fandango-empirical/

Mumbles … Diminutive

My Dad knew everything. Ok, so maybe he didn’t really know everything, but he did come up with some things I have never heard anywhere else.  I was reminded of that tonight when this word prompt sent me looking for definitions of agate. 

Flashback to my youth. We knew some people who had some just born puppies.  Of course, we fell in love with them and “had to” have one.  They were a Pekingese and Poodle mix – a Pekipoo.  Of course, we had a tough decision to make, what to name the little guy.  I don’t really remember any of the names that were thrown out in the voting hat except the winner, the one Dad came up with.  I still remember him walking into the living room with a dictionary in hand saying, “How about Agate?”

Dad was a “rock-hound” and had studied Geology in college.  We were all thinking Dad wanted to name our dog after a rock.  No way!  That is when Dad began to read out one of the definitions in this old dictionary we had. “Agate means a small diminutive person.”  After the jokes were passed around about our short mom, we began to warm up to the name.  It was unique.  It described him well as he was small.  So, Agate became a part of our family.

Tonight, when I saw the work prompt, I began to look up that definition and finally found the site Word Finder where it talked about the old outdated definition. This is a link to that page https://findwords.info/term/agate#:~:text=%5CnThe%20earlier%20English%20form%20of,called%20in%20Great%20Britain%20ruby..  So I learned tonight that definition is no longer in Websters or on Dictionary.com.  My Dad knew it though and that is all that matters.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – diminutive https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/24/fowc-with-fandango-diminutive/

(The above picture is from a Google search but looks quite a bit like Agate did. All my pictures of him are on a flash drive that is no longer recognized by my computer.)

Mumbles … Lovebirds

I love to watch my daughter and her fiancé.  Twenty-year-old’s in love.  They have worked hard to get their new home put together the way they like it.  My daughter just posted pictures of the two of them with a Home Sweet Home plaque, the keys to their new house and pictures of the before and after work on the hardwood floors and the painting of the walls.  They both seem really happy and although they are not the kind of lovebirds that are constantly holding hands or cannot be apart for more than five minutes… they have a very mature love.  Now lets just hope this Coronavirus is all out of our systems by January when they are planning on getting married…. If her dress, we ordered back in March ever gets here.

On a completely different note.  I am sorry I got so behind.  You see… my daughter bought me a video game (Animal Crossing) and I am hooked.  Plus, I have spent the last three nights watching the peaceful protests deteriorate into riots and looting about 35 miles south of us.  There has got to be justice.  There has got to be CHANGE.  So, I have been destressing with Animal Crossing and playing with a friend and it is so easy to lose track of the time.  I just have not been on WordPress much the last few days.  But I am trying to catch up.  Slowly but surely, I will get it done.

Everyone out there stay safe… from the virus and the violence.  We need to come together and support one another right now.  Peace be with you!  (((HUGS)))

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – lovebirds https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/01/fowc-with-fandango-lovebirds/