Adrift in a maze
Color chaos confusion
Sensation overload
Input puerile diffusion
Perception palpation
Dewey Decimal suffusion
Helping to decrease the daze
Yet never ceasing to amaze
Puerile Diffusion
Category: daily prompt
Hoi Polloi
Fond memories of past Easter celebrations with my family, grandma, aunties, uncles, cousins, and neighbors. Entertained in the palatial family home that was built by my carpenter grandpa, who had long passed away by the time of my debut on the family stage. Guests greeted in the foyer which emptied into the parlour, which led to the dining room.
All very posh sounding. The foyer barely big enough to hold a freestanding coat rack which could hold four coats with proper weight distribution. If the front door was open…fugetaboutit. The parlour held a red sofa and two big mismatched chairs. One green. One brown. A round picture tube television in dark brown hard wood cabinet took up the rest of the available footprint. The dining room was packed with a floor standing radio with equally impressive wood cabinetry and a sewing machine in a cabinet built by my cabinetmaker great grandfather. When the table extension leaves were in; the squeeze around the table was tight for the typical middle age bulk of the era. Everyone packed in. Crowd spillage to TV trays in the parlour Teenagers at the kitchen table post preparation pandamonium. Children my age banished to card tables on the enclosed yet still chilly back porch. Talk about a full house. Oh yes, I forgot the salon, which was really the parlour after the feast concluded with it’s inevitable boisterous political crosstalk. Yikes!
Deluxe middle-class living in 1960 U.S.A. It was all in what you named the rooms. So instead of a front closet, front room, and fancy eating room; we had a foyer, parlour / salon, and dining room. Who could ask for more. That’s not even flaunting the carriage house where my grandmother resided.
Bucket
Daily writing prompt
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
Cogito hill climb
Drop my morning bucket down
Hilltop haiku well
Fakin’ It
As a pretender to many things and a product of a misspent youth; Achievement brought to mind a song that I and my garageband friends would play, much to the chagrin of anybody within earshot. Believe me that covered a lot of territory .
Fake it til you make it. A fine mantra. I learned many things playing in that band that served me well in my future achievements. But pretending to be a musician would not continue to be one of those endeavors.
So even covering such quality material, the real achievement was that we all eventually went our own way.
Them
Other People
Only A Test
I rarely watch anything more than once, let alone five times. It’s a character flaw I have accepted in myself. But back in the day when there were only four channels, if I did try to watch something again I would usually wake to this picture and a 1KHz tone. That being said there are a few movies I know I watched anytime they aired. Those would be:
- Dr Zhivago
- The Great Escape
- The Longest Day
- The Ten Commandments
Now with streaming; variety is endless. Reruns need not apply.
Hi Ho Hi Ho. It’s off to Bingeland I go.
Mr D
Each daily revelation
Makes it abundantly clear
Evil is the root of all money
Racketeer pockets fill with prophets
Beckoning cannon fodder curtain call
To take a bow on the world stage
After dreadful dance with Mr. D
Next
Daily writing prompt
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
Not a single one. Always looked forward to what came next; whatever that may be.
D.I.Yourself
Myself.
Seems that self help scaffolding has been up for as long as I remember.
Bump
Rubber Humbug Fairy Bumper
Seeing as that was the intriguing heading on the email sent to me from an unknown email address; I had to ask myself…
“Self, is this spam or an ad for illegal subversive pixie dust?”
“Or just a poorly executed tongue twister?”
A Scroll Threw Life 