His name was Albert Albertson. In grammar school Albert Albertson was a school chum. So she accepted his friend request. Turned out he was not that Albert, but they had things in common and began talking.
When he phoned she let it ring several times before picking up.
“Meet me at the Rock at 6P.M.”
She didn’t know if he liked Al or Bert better, since he never said who was calling.
She just knew.
“The Rock? I call him ET,” she said.
“I’ve heard him called Monkey Skull, King Kong, and Skull Rock. We can debate on the phone or meet.”
“Sure. Let’s meet.” She laughed thinking what could go wrong.
My Tandem insulin pump, wakes me up at 6 A.M., like an alarm clock would, to let me know I am going low. So, like it or not, I am up for the day.
It’s Sunday morning, January 7th.
Like it or not, I drink a glass of juice, then fix a cup of coffee and a piece of toast.
Now. . . it’s Wordle time.
I started doing the word game last January. In the beginning I struggled. Now I’m fairly good. This morning I figured out the five letter word of the day in less than five minutes. My current winning streak is thirty-seven days long and I feel proud.
At my last eye doctor’s visit, hoping to engage him in normal conversation, I asked if he played the game. I expected to chat about fun or finding time to play. But, his response was a dissertation on vowel versus consonant approaches. His take on a mundane pastime was genius, the only one he had, and why he’s a retina surgeon.
According to him, I use a vowel approach. I always use the word years, because it has three vowels. If none are in the word, I attempt to use the remaining vowels, i o or u.
Well, it is time to shower and blow dry my hair. Then I will bake a crumb cake for my grandson.
Yesterday, January 6th is a date I will always remember because. . . it is also my grandson’s birthday.
The day won’t be totally mundane. Dominic, his wife Marcela, and our daughter Janine, will join us for dinner out, then we’ll come home.
I will light a candle on the crumb cake and we will sing Happy Birthday.
P.S. It’s not snowing in Florida, but I wish it were.
Today I rolled the Metaphor Dice. The words; wonder, memory and unspoken spoke to me. If you would like to use the words in a poem or short story in a post please do. After you post, copy its link in my comment section.
Poetry can touch you heart, even if there is no rhythm or reason in the words. I remember getting goose bumps when Kate Smith sang God Bless America, and if chosen to hold the flag, for the class to pledge alliance, feeling special. I wrote this poem years ago, during simpler times, and have posted it before. It’s a favorite of mine. Unfortunately not everyone shares that view. And, that’s okay. But you can’t make me adopt yours.
This photo inspired my poem, I saw a bug colored red, white & blue, and hope you do too!
Red White and Blue
Can an itsy bitsy bug be patriotic? His red, white, and blue symbolic, A political view Understand freedom . . . be equal too
Like a school age kindergartner Raise his hand to hold the flag Chosen, glad with honor Knows to say a prayer
Can an itsy bitsy bug be patriotic? Puff his chest, recite the pledge Listen to a voice within Battle for the helpless, or let the bullies win!
Stand side by side with those who care Silently and stare Misty eyed while taps is played for those who dare Think America is beautiful
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