Random Rants, tutto e niente

Sharing a Bit of My World


1.  Do you drive, and can you remember your first car?
I’m from a midsize midwestern city in the US so driving was a given. Once I got my license (at 16) I shared a car with my dad. It was a red 5-speed (manuel) Toyota Corolla. He got it during the day to drive to work (so I still had to take the bus to school) but I had it at night and on weekends. Loved that car!!

2.  Have you ever ice skated? Like driving, ice skating is a given in a midwest town. I had my own white leather figure-skating style ice skates. We skated at the city park ice rink but also on the lake. Learning to do a halfway decent spin was my crowning achievement.

3.  What was your favourite sport at school? Ice skating and bike riding were not school sports, so the answer would be NONE. I have horrible memories of kickball and dodgeball and softball and basketball and ….

4.  What was the last movie you saw at the cinema? I’ve seen two movies in a theater in the last five-ish years: Project Hail Mary and Barbie. Fist my bump!

Gratitude: Check back with me tomorrow. I’m too fearful about the elections to channel much gratitude this morning.

Thanks for the inspiration.

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

one phone to rule them …

The cord stretching tight

“Shut up David it’s my turn”

Giggles and whispers

Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)

Crying, as he said goodbye  

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Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days …  So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

No! Mad!

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Photo by Teemu R on Pexels.com

Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”  

A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!”

Shaking off the past, she turned to now. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.

Terrible-Twos

Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.