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Bittersweet

Posted on by Pete

This Valentine’s Day was a bittersweet one. Many of them throughout my days have been indifferent. Many of them have been sweet. Some very sweet. Some even tepid at best. The past ten years have been bumpy. So my pilgrimage on Valentine’s Day 2024 only got me lost. No amount of GPS, Google Maps, or my own dead reckoning was able to deliver me to my desired target. Alas, I went in the entirely wrong direction. Being a seasoned veteran of zigging when I should have been zagging I moved on. But the next morning I found my destination. My first approach was like this.

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Being a double G (Geezer and Gimp) clearly another route was in order. I zeroed in and made my approach.

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My destination was in sight. On a newly renovated reseeded urban public golf course in February. A warm February. But February in the Great Lakes region of North America nonetheless. Encouraged that my goal was closer I made my approach.

Addressed my object.

“Hello object.”

Winding up I took my stroke.

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My purpose was to grieve for my most recent Valentine. It had been a tough ten years for both of us. My Valentine and I had been tentative, joyous, passionate, tempestuous, tenuous, hurtful, healing, woundful, painful, playful, humourous, forgetful, vacant, freeing, absent. Now left with only unresolved lingering regrets. Only mine. I found a place to share them with the wind.

Wind Phone

A place where people leave painted memorials to people they cared for. Spend a few quiet moments to recall what made them special. To remember. Reflect. Enjoy what went before. What matters.

My Wind Phone

So I sat and spoke to my beloved in the wind.

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She has taken her light into the night that has no dawn. I shall continue to try to find my way to wherever my days will lead me. Guided by GPS, Google Maps, or my own dead reckoning I shall persist asking questions. Such as ,”Does this count as a Finial?

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RDP Wednesday: SWEET
Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Finial

Bath

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Sometimes you have to 
get out of the fantasy 
bath and dry off with 
the towel of reality.
No matter what. Don't Panic.

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Craiyon

The Guide says a towel “is the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have … you can wrap it around you for warmth … lie on it … use it as a sail on a mini-raft … wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat … wave it as a distress signal in emergencies … and of course use it to dry yourself off, if it still seems to be clean enough.”

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams

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RDP Tuesday! Galaxy!

P.S. I write a tanka for a word prompt on Mastodon. Lo and behold, the RDP of the day is “galaxy”. Ain’t life grand 😁

Rumble Claw

Posted on by Pete

What was once an almost imperceptible rumble may or may not have been there all along. To those paying attention to rumbles, those scratchings were already on the wall. It’s just a matter what attention is given. Many things are a concern. All the usual accoutrements of the American Scheme. Both purveyors and consumers. Some more than. Some less than. The claw of complicity claws rampant o’er the land. Once noticed, the volume of rumblings continues to climb. It fills every silence with it’s sticky content. That content grew bigger teeth. Fiercer talons. Now content is clawing at the door. At the window. Leaving marks on once impervious sensibilities. Ramparts of rationality. The claw of opinions. Things influencing both happy and sad events. Highly unlikely conspiracies. Rabbit holes that have no more bunnies to give and yet do. Claw back attention to things that influence circle encompasses. Ignore the outrage industrial complex. Try to do good where it can be done. Be kind or just be.

Craiyon

“Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “yea” to it all.”

― Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces

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RDP Wednesday: claw
RDP Thursday – RUMBLE

Alien Anticipator

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History is filled with examples of one Alien Nation accumulating and acquiring the stuff of another Alien Nation by any means necessary. (i.e. by hook or by crook) When everybody is an Alien, nobody is. The coagulation of Aliens into Nations is where the real mischief commenced. One bunch of Aliens would begin to alienate another bunch of Aliens. So instead of unum ad unum alienation, it became a “We’re not the aliens, you are.” assignation alienation. So it has been and will continue to be until the Space Invaders arrive, or when us Aliens become the Space Invaders elsewhere. That’s when the real results on this alienation algorithm will reveal itself to all who can or care to see. In the meantime….

Craiyon

“Take me to your Alienator”

RDP Tuesday! Alienation

Effete da Feet

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She seemed to embody empowerment. Queen of all she surveyed. Her professional name was Terra Cotta. She dominated the realm of reality entertainments. The public set their internal compasses with Terra being their true north. Whatever whim she chose at whatever moment she chose would set trends spiraling towards her fancy. But Terra never acknowledged she had feet of clay. One fateful day she decided that clay shoes would be the fashion statement of the decade. But when she placed her feet of clay into her shoes of clay and added heat she became stagnant and unable to motivate. In motion or influence. Her once adoring fans began to drift away leaving her alone on her terracotta pedestal. No longer adored. Just ignored like a lump of clay.

Craiyon
RDP Monday: TERRACOTTA

Apples and Origins

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Toots and Twaddle 3

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
the oranges of the 
species on display in one
who's missing a link
Sally's soup was thin
Stu's stew was thick and tasty
Mixed? Thick and thin grin
Breaking through the crust
of my inner life. Send up
a flare for pizza.
a blanket over 
my head won't stop the horror
behind my eyelids
Craiyon
once upon a time
winter grass was what was in
last year's heavy coat
put the nettle 
to the metal kettle 
said the blossom 
to the stem
"Tea time!" ah Clem
Craiyon

Cheating Time

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RDP Friday! Time!

A few of the time things I have blogged about in the past. They seemed to make sense to me in the past. But at this time I am not so sure. One thing is for sure. Times Up!

me

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OVER TIME

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I would no doubt use it as I have used time in the past. Extra time for making a to-do-list of things I want to get done but never seem to do. Stacking things that used to be stacked there and stack them “ober by der” as we say here in Chiraq. Consuming more things than I need to consume. More still now that I have this extra sixty minutes. Maybe watch “60 Minutes”. That hasn’t made it back onto my endless television consumption regatta. Extra time to not eliminating enough of the things I should have been eliminating for years but never did. I did get them off my to-do-list. Speaking of getting off, I would not reproduce anymore. I have reproduced enough, but may fill those sixty minutes doing what we humans do to reproduce without fear of the base fruit result of my burning lust. All the sixty minutes I have accumulated over my life span has allowed me that benefit of being chronologically adept.

I hope.

But mostly I would spend those sixty minutes being suspicious that there really hasn’t been an additional sixty minutes added to the earths rotation. Just a re-sizing of the unit of measurement. Kind of like the fun size candy bar. So I would spend that interminable perceived added time searching conspiracy sites on the internets to see just how we had been fooled again.

Times up!

But I wasn’t counting.

Or counting on it.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/twenty-five-seven/

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TIME

Patience is entirely codependent on our perception of the importance of the passage of what we commonly refer to as time.

No time, no patience required.

So if you believe time is Krugerrands you might very well have less patience than Krugerrands.

Times up!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/patience/

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ITS TIME

Override Oblique Opaque Oligarchy Operations Or Owe Outlandish Offerings Outright Owning Oblivion Obscurity Obfuscation Of Obvious Ontological Oopsies

NUMBER 2039857205978

Oh My!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/opaque/

Note:  The crux of the biscuit is the missing apostrophe 

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THE CEMENT SHOES OF TIME

I have a friend I have known since childhood. Our bond is the bond that only time can bind

The likelihood that our paths would even cross today is highly unlikely. I have no doubt our first encounter would be cordial, jocular, and entertaining. But it could never be the same relationship shared experiences have wrought.

I would have it no other way.

You can thank the brevity of this post on being typed on my phone.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/delayed-contact/

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Even though this post is a retrospective on past musings, it still took me some time to put this post together so I hope I get some here and now points for this. But if you walk away feeling….

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I Understand