Mumbles … Decisive

Half a floor

Ok, I am just going to wing it here. I had a post written up last night but more than half of it was irrelevant now more than 12 hours later. So, here I am just freeform, cut loose, train of though… I hope it will make sense.

I am not in a very decisive mood. It has been a long week with lots going on. My living situation is in the middle of change, but at my request, so it is ok. Two and a half days later than scheduled (sure glad I didn’t have anything planned) the “crew” showed up to build the shed we bought… it is a crew of one! This may take a while. And besides being sleep deprived trying to get up early for the shed three days in a row, I was the last in my house to get the cold that was being passed around. So, I have a very foggy mind today and it is hard to be decisive about anything except that I could use a nap.

I need to go and snap a picture or two of the current progress… although it is awfully quiet out there to be much for progress… *sigh*. I hope everyone has a good weekend. I know I am going to try to. (((HUGS)))


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

Stressed Spelled Backwards

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She walked into the restaurant looking for her friends; they always met once a month.  They had all worked together and had developed a strong bond.  Pam glanced left then right, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the dessert case.  So many scrumptious desserts waiting to be chosen.  There was cheesecake, tiramisu, a decadent looking chocolate cake, scones, pie and crème brulee.  It all looked so good.  Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder, turning around she saw Betty and Andrea; she had beat them there.  After welcoming hugs, they sat down and studied the dessert menu first.


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

Words That Dance

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Choreographers

Bob Fosse – “Choreography is writing on your feet.”

Alvin Ailey – “No matter what you write or choreography, you feel it is not enough”

Twyla Tharp – “I see dance as glue for a community.”

Martha Graham – “Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”

Dancers

Mikhail Baryshnikov – “I kind of lost interest in the classical dance. I was very much interested in the modern choreography.”

Isadora Duncan – “The dancers body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.”


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

Smooth Criminal

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It was just a word game.  What harm could be had by accepting a game with another player.  She started by playing M-O-V-I-E landing the E on a double word square.  She waited for him to take his turn.  As she began thinking of a word to tie into his V-A-N-E the message bubble came up.  She took her turn and responded to his hello.

More games followed and he began to tell her such nice things.  He loved her profile picture, she was so sweet, smart, funny… the list seemed to be endless.  Needless to say, she kind of liked the attention, but told him it was just friends playing a game.

By day three of playing off and on he wanted to chat outside of the game.  She did not but he persuaded her.  They used instant messenger and he began to shower her with more compliments asked her all sorts of questions about her day.  She believed she was making a friend.

Then one day he said he needed some help.  His car was out of commission, and he needed to order a few things online but couldn’t get to the store to pick up an Amazon gift card… would she please send him one for five hundred dollars?

All the bells and whistles went off.  She had heard of scams using gift cards and instantly became leery of him.  She made excuses for why she couldn’t, and he kept saying how he would pay her back and he would be so grateful.  But she was not born yesterday, and she would not be bamboozled.  She told him no and then never responded to any additional game requests.  Lesson learned.


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

Not a Happy Ending


(possible trigger warning)

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She was surrounded with the finest

Modern art on the walls

Contemporary furniture filled her rooms

All the best money could buy

Her clothes were designer labels

Her shoes custom made

But with all the best in her world

There was one thing she didn’t have

Him

And no matter what she did

She could not turn his head

She would sit in her townhouse

Wondering what was wrong with her

Until the day she no longer cared

Felt she was destined to be lonely

And her devastation fueled her demons

Who helped her swallow all the pills

Alone

He almost lost his breath when he heard

He took a step or two back

How could this have happened

This couldn’t be the truth

The shock just wouldn’t leave him

He felt so much sadness

If only he had taken that chance

And reached out to gently touch

Her


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

Silence is Not Always Golden

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What did you just say?

Your voice has drifted away

And became a distant din in my ear.

Why do you prattle

On and on about things

That are of no interest to me?

By now you should know

There are few things we have in common

And that makes it hard to find a suitable conversation.

So, we sit in silence;

You lost in the television,

And me with my written words.

Until the day I say enough

And ask you to leave this place,

Only then will I find peace and maybe myself.


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

Surprise

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Taking the last sip of his energy drink he turned his attention to the work at hand.  He had a deadline, and he was determined to meet it.  With a frenetic pace he dove into his project of creating a rack for the kitchen to hold spices.  It was intended as a surprise for his wife who would be home from a business trip tomorrow.  He had the rack all assembled but had to stain the wood still to match the wood in the kitchen.  He was on his second coat when his wife surprised him by coming home early. 


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

(100 words)

White Elephant Sale

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It stares at us

Fueling anxiety

I for one have had it

I will not let it control me

It is obvious what is going on

The elephant in the room

Has control over our emotions

Leaving us on opposite sides

These only one way to solve this

And so we strike out today

On new beginnings

And sad endings

I will not look back with regret

Only with hope for tomorrow


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

Out of the Mouths of…

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“Behind each woman rises the austere, sacred and mysterious face of Aphrodite.” – Nikos Kazantzakis

“I don’t take much from my own father, because he was a very austere, quiet, private man who would come home from work, go to his parlor and play Beethoven on his piano.” – John Mahoney

“I do believe that our modern English usage has become way too clipped and austere/ I have been reading excepts from the journals of 18th-century seafarers lately, and even the lowliest press-ganged deck-swabber turns a finer phrase than I do most days.” – Geraldine Brooks

“Well you know… I grew up in a post war Britain, where you were lucky to get anything to eat. People in America have absolutely no concept of how austere England was after the war. While you were all sort of eating butter and eggs, we were eating rabbit. That’s what there was in the butcher shop.” – Tim Curry


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

Mumbles … Garner

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Garner… there are James and Jennifer.  A small town in Iowa that I had never heard of until tonight and of course it means to gather.  And I really need to garner my thoughts.  I am at a turning point in my life and things are going to change soon.  I need strength and hope.  I need courage and dreams.  While some of my friends tell me I have those things, I still wonder about them, especially the strength.

But I have been in a much darker place than “normal” recently and I can not stay there, so I have to take measures to help protect my mental health.  I am hoping these changes will not disrupt my regular life like this blog for example… if I am missing a day or two don’t worry, I will be back soon.  As it is I am slowly starting to catch up a bit.  At worst I was 15/16 days behind, now I am at the 4th so this being late on the 15th that would be 11 days behind.  I am getting there, slowly but surely.

So, changes happen Friday if all goes as planned. Wish me luck.  Now to try and squeeze in a couple more posts between now and then.


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