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

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/

Mumbles … Screen

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The days of the silver screen may be over.  People have been getting by with Netflix and Apple TV, Hulu and Prime Video.  There may not be Blockbusters left, but there are Redbox machines if you want to risk the germs from the last person who had that DVD.  To try to survive this Corona Virus shutdown the local theater is popping up bags of popcorn on the weekend and will sell you candy as well.  There really is nothing quite as good as movie theater popcorn… except the popcorn my Dad used to make on the stove years ago.

Now back when I was able to work there were people who would watch movies and TV shows on their phones in the breakroom.  I am afraid there are a lot of movies with great cinematography that will not come through on such a small screen.

If people get comfortable in their homes watching the first run movies, will theaters be able to survive?  Personally, I love a movie on the big screen, just not too happy about the prices.  There is no way of knowing until this pandemic runs its course and we can maybe get used to a new normal.  Time will tell.

 

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

Mumbles … Warrior

Fibro Warrior bracelet | Etsy
Image from Google search – Etsy

I am not sure where it started but I have often heard the term Fibro Warrior.  Personally, I don’t feel much like a warrior.  I hurt all the time to some degree.  I have fibro fog creeping in from time to time – lack of memory, trouble concentrating, general brain fog.  I deal with depression and anxiety (which can be issues by themselves or along with fibro).  Sleep issues trouble me… one night I sleep 3 hours then I sleep 13 hours and still need to nap during the day with pure fatigue.

So, why is it that the term got added to a person with fibromyalgia?  I think it is because we often push the pain down as best as we can and continue on.  We read things multiple times, we make lists and check them over and over again, and we take naps when we need them.  I don’t see it as anything heroic or warrior like, but it is to survive.  It is to keep some aspect of life within our “control” when so many things aren’t.

I probably will never wear one of those fibro warrior t-shirts.  I will never refer to myself as a warrior.  But I will keep fighting every day in any way I can.

 

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

and as an added bonus…

Mumbles … Wrangle(r)

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I give in!  I had a nice little flash fiction written and ready to post when I realized I just wrote about a tight pair of Wrangler jeans when the word was really wrangle.  I started another story about two people who didn’t get along… but had no idea where to take it from there.  I finally started a cowboy poem that died on the dusty ranch.  I am sitting here at 4 in the morning with nothing left.  Now I can tell you a wrangle is a fight or an action of herding cattle together.  Maybe I should write about how the towns need to wrangle up the offenders of social distancing and smack some sense into them before they spread it to everyone.  I have to go to the store tomorrow for some food and prescriptions… I hope there are no idiots out.  I think I still have some paper masks from when we tore out the lathe and plaster in the kitchen last summer… it would be better than nothing.  I don’t really know how they expect us to wear masks when there is not enough PPE for the doctors and nurses on the front lines.  If there aren’t any for them why would there be some for us?

My mind is just rambling now so, I should go and get some sleep.  For your patience with me and my babbling… here’s a song with the word in it that I was going to write for – wrangler.  Stay safe everyone!

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

 

Mumbles Engine

I can remember sitting cross legged on the cement outside trying to decide what to play and we would always pick whose idea would win with a “song” as we went around the circle.  “Engine, engine, number 9 going down Chicago line, if the train should jump the tracks, do you want your money back?”   And that person would answer yes or no then we would continue.   “Y-e-s spells yes and you are it/not it.”  That person would then win or more often be disqualified, and we would do it all over again until only one person was left in the circle to pick the game.  I also recall “Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish how many pieces do you wish? 1-2-3-4 and you are not it/it.”  And also “Eenny-meany, miny-mo catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eenny-meany miny-mo”  Brings back good memories.  Were there any other songs you used to say to pick a winner or looser on the playground as kids?

 

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