Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
once upon a time I slept
each night in peace and quiet
but then the screams ran riot
the peace no longer kept
and now the voice inside my head
sings a raucous melody
its song is endless thankfully
as silence fills my heart with dread
I don’t think I actually followed the w3 prompt correctly ( as this enclosed rhyming) but it inspired me so I’m giving them props!
This Fandango Friday Flashback post was originally part of a FOWC from on October 17, 2018! I failed to say what that original prompt was and Fandago’s domain has changed, so who knows? My bad.
Whatever it was, I worked it into my blog for an upcoming trip. I cannot believe that it’s been seven years since we embarked on this crazy driving epic! It turned out to be a an eventful and fun trip. I blogged the whole adventure, so for anyone who may be interested in some random road pics, history lessons, art museums, music memories, middle of the night fire alarms, rants about the orange one, and BOOTS, you can find them all here:
Calling All Boots (this is also posted below)
Finally! It’s the Road Trip Epilogue
You can also find some other travel adventures via my TRAVEL tab. Although, sadly the realities of life have reduced our travel life considerably. Oh well. I’m happy to say we are no longer stuck in Florida, so I don’t need to drive to the Fall. It finds me!
So please enjoy my happy (and some not so happy-I’m looking at you MAGA) memories and if you can please support your local NO KINGS events.
ORIGINALLY POSTED ON 10/17/2018:
Today’s prompt from FOWC inspired me (one could say it prompted me) to say a few words about the road trip that begins when my husband and I rise Thursday morning at the beautifully dark hour of 4:30AM and hit the road by 5:30.
“Where ya headed?”
Glad you asked. We are going north to escape the endless summer that has wrapped Florida in its deadly grip. We seek the Fall! Memories of cute boots and scarves and blue jeans and sweaters beckon.
“Come to me!!” They call.
“Wear me.” They tease.
“Wrap me.” They whisper.
I am tingling with excitement.
Oh and I get to see friends and family too. So it’s a win-win.
Of course this road trip includes a giant triangle of driving—South Florida to middle Illinois to Washington DC to south Florida—so it’s possible I’ll change my mind about the win-win. But for now I’ve got the pod casts downloaded and the play lists set.
Here we come autumn!
Updates to follow 🎃 but here’s a haiku to keep you warm till then. It’s not great but … BOOTS!!
As the moon falls low
We rise for a journey long
Seeking boots of fall
the world is on fire
but still we say let’s do drinks
and analyze raw data
but it’s an art not a science
so we take no drastic measures
as we blame social media
then we wake to another shocking catastrophe
the world is on fire
As this might indicate, I’m full of sunshine and light this morning. HA! The muse goes where the muse goes, but I’m still hoping for a better day.
Thanks for a challenging Sunday Whirl. Check out the word prompts below.
rough like bark and brush
babbling water turns putrid
as the snake returns
with false speech and slight of hand
his rap still charms the sparrows
(Image credit: Matt Wuerker | Copyright 2021 Andrews McMeel Syndication)
This Sunday, Benda gives us the following words in her Sunday Whirl:
hands brush water sparrows snake babbling slot rap piped bark exiled speech
Doesn’t really help to vent but I had to go where the words take me!
I must vent, he roared.
Cracking open the window,
he cried as he fell:
What about the price of eggs!
Now, he’s the one cracked open.
Today’s three words for pensitivity’s challenge are:
UPLIFT
VENT
WINDOW
Sadly, I could find no uplift. Maybe tomorrow.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 