Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Words for Wednesday

The lovely Delores at Under the Porch Light had been running this meme for a considerable period of time, week after week.   Computer issues led her to bow out for a while and I took over.  When Delores' absence looked like being more permanent I begged and cajoled for other volunteers to share providing the prompts, and Words for Wednesday became a moveable feast.  Sadly Delores has (temporarily I hope) discontinued her blog.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...  We can use some or all of the prompts.

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.  If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.

This month the prompts will be published here - but are provided by
Margaret Adamson and her friend Sue Fulton. Margaret has been having laptop issues (it is with the computer doctor) which I hope can be resolved soon.


This weeks prompts are:

  1. Seek
  2. Connect
  3. Enhance
  4. Energetic
  5. Instrument
  6. Far

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  1. Perception
  2. Flame
  3. Guide
  4. Peaceful
  5. Thyme
  6. Able

143 comments:

  1. I enjoy seeing your creations!

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    1. Cloudia: We would enjoy seeing yours too.

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    2. We want to see what YOU come up with. Come on Cloudia, you can do it.

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    1. Bob Bushell: I suspect there will be images in later weeks.

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  3. Can't always connect the dots, I seek guidance,
    entire skill sets need to be enhanced.
    Energetic is not my middle name,
    the instrument's a pen, but the flame
    doesn't last too long, or take me too far.

    Will I be able to change this perception?
    Will someone give up their peaceful moon and sun,
    the perfume of crushed lavender and thyme,
    and step out again, just this one last time
    and become my friend, guide and north star?

    :)

    Enjoyed the prompts!

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    1. I love it! Well done. :)

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    2. Nilanjana Bose: Oh my. You made these words dance. And sing.

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    3. Glad you liked the prompts and I did very much enjoy the poem

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  4. Okay, a couple of those prompts could go in an R rated direction. grin.

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    1. Sandra Cox: I dare you. I double dare you.

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    2. Now is the R for rubbish? Come on, let's me having it.

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    3. OK. I'm going to embarrass myself here. But a dare's a dare:) And yes, I'd say rubbish works:)

      Having vision that was far not near, in other words farsighted, she put on her glasses to read the ad she planned to run in the back of the magazine. Being well known in the community, she had used a fictitious name. She leaned forward and read. I am a widow of mature years. I seek to connect with an energetic young man who can enhance my life style with his instrument. Oh dear, instrument was entirely the wrong word. She hit the delete key and tried again.

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    4. Thanks for the chuckle Sandra! I can just see a "widow of mature years" agonizing over the correct wording of such an ad!

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    5. Sandra Cox: Big, big smiles. Thank you for accepting the double dare.

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    6. :D, i'm delighted with this.

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    7. Anything for you, EC:)

      Glad you liked it, River:)

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  5. Humanities peaceful perception of time is a guide for able men and women everywhere - in reality time is the flame in which we burn. (I had to fakey thyme, lol.)

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    1. You might have to go to the naughty corner for that, Spacerguy! ;)

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    2. ...time is the flame/fire in which we burn...

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    3. Spacerguy: Time is indeed the flame in which we burn. Some of us to cinders. And there is no compulsion to use all of the words.

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    4. Spacerguy; I like that a lot.

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    5. I have never thought of a flame in this way. However, if we have not made good decisions before it goes out - curtains and and ever hotter flame!

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  6. you got me in this, thank you

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    1. Martin Kloess: I am looking forward to seeing where the prompts take you.

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    2. Yes looking forward to your take on the word prompts

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  7. So much fun to see your creativity! Awesome.

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    1. New Release Books: It is a fun game. I hope you will join us.

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  8. Wednesday rolls around very quickly...and again the fun begins....here's my story for this week, using all the words given.

    "After spending the previous 20 years as the most ENERGETIC, experienced tour GUIDE in the travel industry, she felt the day had arrived for her to be ABLE to step off the merry-go-round. She believed she was ready for a more PEACEFUL existence than the hectic life she’d been leading. Through her continual travelling and CONSTANT interactions with people, her PERCEPTION of time; her cognitive processes were way off-kilter; not to mention her circadian clock was way out of whack. Its springs had been sprung and uncoiled!

    Her desire to travel the world FAR and wide, as well as to all places between and beyond had been the INSTRUMENT behind her starting her own business at a very young age. The FLAME had been lit during her childhood. Engrossed, she’d sit enthralled by the fascinating stories her father told of his many adventures in foreign lands. Also, her voracious appetite for books fed her desire to experience the distant, romantic lands depicted therein.

    She’d searched the world and had found happiness, but, unplanned, a turning point arrived in her life. She felt hollow. Something was missing; an intangible. Unable to shed the feeling she was looking for something else for self-fulfillment, she felt it time to CONNECT with the basics of life; time for her to SEEK Nature’s garden for peace.

    Once her decision was made she wasted no further time. Not only did she sell her business, but she sold her city apartment, too. She bought a cottage on a small acreage in the nearby hinterland.

    To ENHANCE her surroundings and her chosen new lifestyle, she planted a variety of fruit trees. Working from dawn to dusk, she dug garden rows for seasonal vegetables. She erected a greenhouse wherein she propagated plants for future outdoor cultivation. Punnets of THYME, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, parsley, coriander and every other herb one could imagine adorned the shelves. Healthy baby lettuces, silverbeet, spinach, tomato plants, onions and many other vegetables grew in abundance ready to be transported outside when the conditions were favourable. She even set up a hydroponics section.

    Yes...she had found contentment; she’d found what she was looking for without having to travel far."

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    1. Lee: It sounds close to heaven to me.

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    2. Often people travel far and wide for many years thinking they are happy and only find true contentment when they stop and settle.

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    3. Sounds very peaceful however I love travelling which is just as well as both my daughters do not live now Northern Ireland and I always have to travel to see them and my grand children. Love meeting difference cultures when travelling and how different others live.

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    4. You have described a beautiful oasis! Using vocabulary words like punnets and hydrophonics, I am guessing you may be quite a good gardener, Lee?

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    5. Hi Susan...these days I do very little gardening, (my wonky hip would complain more than it already does); but that doesn't mean I know nothing of gardening.

      I rent a cabin on a property of three acres and my landlords do a lot of gardening, including of the vegetable kind. (Their home is at one end of the land and my cabin is at the other end - about three-quarters of the way down towards the other end).

      When I was a child my mother was a keen gardener when she had time off from her job; and at different stages throughout my life I got my hands dirty in soil; but not these days other than for a few herbs, shallots, a lemon tree, an avocado tree that grows just out from my back area, as well as a couple of potted ferns.

      This property has a variety of wonderful trees, including conifers growing on it. And there are a few large hydrangea bushes dotted here there and everywhere as well as many other plants of varying kinds. So, I'm not without a bountiful garden within my midst. :)

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    6. I'm with you Lee; it sounds heavenly!

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  9. I will try to post tomorrow or friday, either here or at my site. It is slow going.

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    1. Susan Kane: I look forward to it. You are an adept at this game.

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  10. I've been mistrusting my brain lately. One day I forgot how to turn on the shower. Those kind of things. Today I closely read your instructions......I'm better off standing in a dry shower. About the only words I can use properly lately are "Holy Crap".

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    1. lotta joy: I hear you. My brain frequently goes out to lunch without inviting me. And sometimes they are looooong lunches.

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    2. Yes I think we all experienced days like that. Now put on your thinking cap and see where it takes you.

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  11. Intriguing word selections: I'll (try to) come back when I'm no longer worshiping the porcelain goddess.

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    1. The Cranky: Is your body STILL being treacherous? So not fair. I hope we do see you back here - both for your creativity and because it will mean you are feeling better. Hugs.

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    2. You know you can do some great thinking from there. Take your pen and paper with you. You never know what will pop into your head! Take your mind off the other end!

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  12. Soft music. Rhythmic chanting. Long flowing robes, and smoke smudged air. All are welcome. The Church of the Dreamers can help YOU. If you seek to enhance your life in loving and positive ways a one-off payment of only $2000 will set you free. On receipt of payment we will connect you with your own personal guide who will be instrumental in fulfilling all your dreams. If you leave all your negative perception and energy at the door and and follow the way of the Dreamer you will be able to reach unheard of heights.
    David's reaction when he watched the DVD Leah gave him was energetic. And tactless. 'Spirit guide? !!! Far fucking out. Are you insane? Are you sure it was thyme that they were waving round in that flame? It sounds MUCH more like whacky baccy to me. '

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    1. Hahahaha! I agree with David! lol

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    2. only $2000? ONLY??
      David is right, sorry Leah.

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    3. "whacky baccy" indeed .... a good word to describe some of American Politics right now as well! I'm going to remember that phrase!

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    4. Love it! Thanks for the chuckle. =)

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  13. I know it's Wednesday, but I completely forgot about the words!
    I'll have to get my thinking cap on.

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    1. River: As always, I am looking forward to reading your creation in a day or two.

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    2. Hi river even if you put them on your site can you copy them to Sue's site for her readers to see please. Looking forward to seeing what you come up with.

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    3. Could Sue's readers find their way to my blog?

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  14. Her husband’s PERCEPTION knew she was an ABLE landscape gardener, though as an expert he had on occasion to GUIDE her … the colours, the height of trees, borders, invasive plants … and the climate in Southern Africa.

    She had replaced the FLAME Tree with an indigenous Pompon Tree, which could fast grow to 8 metres and would withstand the Highveld frosts.

    Her decision to plant a THYME border – another ideal for the Highveld … able to cope with frosts, but requiring a hot sunny location with well-drained soil: that she must remember .. and then he would so enjoy the aroma of the crushed leaves ... and the dishes she would create: chicken with thyme, lemon and garlic.

    Now that he would need to watch from his wheelchair … he was going to enjoy the garden once it was finished … and was looking forward to the peace in the garden, with the wind whistling through, the birds chirping and feeding amongst the appropriate plantings … then the aromas from the kitchen - lunch was coming - he was glad of that.

    Cheers Hilary

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    1. Hilary Melton-Butcher: This is lovely. Really lovely.

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    2. There's not much better than a productive, aromatic garden.

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  15. Have made a note of the choices and will see if I can get the old grey matter working again as it managed to do a couple of weeks back.

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    1. Look forward to seeing what your grey matter comes up with

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    2. Mimsie: I do hope you can - and will look forward to it immensely.

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    3. I have faith in you Mimsie :)

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  16. Recently I have just returned from a trip from Costa Rica and I discovered is was a FAR FAR way from Northern Ireland. ( that's another story)

    There were 7 in the group, one leader, one guide and the bus driver. It was a bird watching trip and I hoped to SEEK out as many Costarian birds as I could find. In fact I saw 411 different species and 18 more just heard. Our guide Stevie was very knowledgable but to ENHANCE the trip, he also taught me more about my camera and photography in general. I love learning and was very ENERGETIC not only to see birds and learn all about them but to be able to take better photographs of them.

    As the only Irish person on the bus, I was the INSTRUMENT of all the Irish jokes and to Really CONNECT to them all, I used different accents during the whole trip, much to the amusement of the whole group. I don't think I have laughed so much for ages, even it was at my own expense!

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    1. The only accent I can do is my own - but I love listening to others .... especially Irish and Australian! I'm hoping the plot of this story is true and not made up just for the sake of the words - and that you had a marvelous time in Costa Rica.

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    2. Hi Susan No it is all true and if you look below you will read my 2nd TRUE story of the trip.

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    3. Margaret Adamson: Love it. I am an accent thief. If I spend much time with anyone with a strong accent I pick it up. Which is embarassing.

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    4. What a lovely way to use the words, with a true tale!

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    5. That must have been a very fun trip, Margaret.

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  17. Oh goodness every word speaks right to my thoughts. I'm playing along this Wednesday (it's been too long) here it is.
    The very flame that guides me with such an energetic and peaceful instrument throughout my life is as vibrant as thyme which grew inside my granny's garden, always connecting and enhancing me so far as I am able, and my perception of what I seek grows evermore inside my heart.

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    1. That is a wonderful piece of writing and to incorporate all the words.

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    2. Karen S.: I love it. And your granny's garden sounds a wonderful place too.

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    3. That's beautiful Karen!

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  18. Wednesday-when the smart people come out to play. And I just watch. ;p

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    1. Sonya Ann: Come join us. You would fit right in.

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  19. This is my friend Sue's take on the first words that she supplied this week.

    We all knew that to get to the city would be a long journey, it was FAR away beyond the horizon, but there was nothing to hold us here in this ruined town. The water was fetid and all the food supplies were either gone or rotting. We knew we had to SEEK salvation in the city..
    We started out at an ENERGETIC pace, full of adventure and enthusiasm.
    Jaled carried the INSTRUMENT that would guide us through the forests and mountains that lay ahead. I think he called it a compass.
    It was very old but he said it still worked and would CONNECT with a power that lived in the north and as long as we followed the magic pointer we wouldn't get lost even though we couldn't see the towers and spires of the city we were hoping to reach.
    We were 4 children, on our own since our parents had been slain in the wars.
    Jaled was the eldest and swore that the instrument would ENHANCE the powers of direction that he had been born with.
    We travelled many weeks and our faith in Jaled and his instrument were beginning to fade.
    We were just about to rebel against his leadership when the sound of laughter and music reached us on the breeze.
    One more corner and we were there.
    Food, safety and security at last.

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    1. "Connect with a power that lives in the north" - that is what compasses do, right?! Thank you Sue and Margaret, for supplying the prompts. I'm hoping to write another chapter of my story with them soon!

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    2. Sue Fulcher: I am so glad that the compass (and Jaled) did lead them to safety.

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    3. I'm glad they finally made it to safety. What a long trip for children to make on their own.

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  20. This is my friend Sue's second story on the word that we set this week.

    It was with some trepidation that I signed up for the soul cleansing weekend, but i was feeling so confused I just thought 'what the hell it can't hurt'
    When I walked into the yurt in the middle of the field my immediate reaction was Hippy Dippy! but I never the less I sat down cross legged on a well worn rug and wondered if I would ever be able to feel my legs again.
    Our GUIDE on this journey was a floaty lady with bright orange hair, sandals and a long skirt. She lit a fire in the middle of the circle to the accompaniment of bracelets tinkling.
    'I am going to help you change your PERCEPTION of your lives. I want you to clear your mind, look at the fire, concentrate on a FLAME and let go of everything but the space here, you are safe to feel every emotion. You are strong and ABLE to address your personal demons.
    She threw some herbs into the flames. The smell was intoxicating. THYME, lavender, rosemary and probably some more exotic herbs.
    I took a deep breath and an overwhelming feeling of PEACEFUL acceptance encompassed my whole soul.
    I felt my stress slip away, I felt lighter, I felt happy. I sat in my little bubble of healing.
    After the session we were invited to talk if we wanted to share our experiences. Some people couldn't stop and others, me included, just sat quietly contemplating a more positive future.

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    1. Sue Fulcher: I like your second story a lot too. Thank you.

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    2. Another good story. I can see myself sitting quietly contemplating at a fire.

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    3. Both stories are sheer perfection!

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    4. That sounds peaceful, magical.

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  21. I'm sad to hear that Delores has discontinued her blog - I have always enjoyed it (and hope she reads this comment to know that!)
    To borrow the words of a friend, I have been a bit "comatose" in the blogging world so far this year. My own posts have dropped off dramatically, and I haven't been on my computer enough to make many visits to my favorite blogs (such as this one!) I'm hoping to get caught up and back on track this month.
    Words for Wednesday was my first exposure to writing with word prompts, and I have loved the challenge. I've cobbled together a few short stories using the words each week, and that way the plot has remained as much of a surprise to me as to my readers! I'm up to chapter 14 of "the Mindy story" - and the W4W prompts will be woven into the remaining chapters as well. Thanks EC, for hosting this again! Now I'm off to get caught up on your other posts...

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    1. Susan F: I gather (see Klahanie's comment) that Delores will be back. I hope so. And I am really looking forward to the next Mindy installment.

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  22. I already have more writing ideas/ prompts than I have time or energy for. But for those who don't, this is a good op. Thanks.

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    1. Patricia A. Laster: There have been some fun takes on the prompts haven't there?

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  23. Seek
    Connect
    Enhance
    Energetic
    Instrument
    Far

    Far from being an energetic type of instrument, Mr Piano indulged in long "Lento", melancholy-tinted, melodic numbers that enhanced the quality of its black and white keys. Through these songs Mr Piano sought the perfect balance between memory and performance connecting both in an organic musical embrace.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. A Cuban in London: I love Mr Piano personified. Thank you so much.

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    2. Beautifully (and economically) done!

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    3. Mr. Piano is my kind of guy.

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  24. My 2nd TRUE story from m trip to Costa Rica.

    Before going on the birding trip to Costa Rica I had the PERCEPTION that it would be very hot and humid however that was not always the case as we had 3 days overlooking Arenal Volcano when it poured and the wind was horrific. Nevertheless our GUIDE Steven had us out bird watching when we could stand upright!!

    However this story really happened mainly in the bus between the guide, Steven and myself although the whole bus was of course in on it too.

    Everything was very PEACEFUL in the bus, most were napping but I was awake at the front of the bus just behind the Steven and driver, Vernon. Steven suddenly said he supported the great Oklahoma baseball team. Now I have to tell you I know nothing about baseball in fact not much about any sport. I asked was it like netball (I had played that at school) he let out a howl which of course woke the others up, half of who were Americans and they all thought my lack of knowledge for this sport was incredible.

    Not to be daunted, I asked him to explain the rules etc. to me and he informed me that they were playing a game today and would definite win. I asked who they were playing. Kansas, he replied but told me that Oklahoma would beat them into the ground. A huge FLAME seemed to ignite within me so with tongue in cheek and a very straight face, I told him I was a Kansas fan. The bus roared with laughter.

    Then we stopped for lunch at a beautiful restaurant with lots of pots of fragrant herbs of rosemary and THYME surrounding the place. Just at the end of our meal, the guide spied they had Irish coffee on the menu and thought I should have one. In one of my now many Irish accents I accepted. It was gorgeous but my cheeks went bright red much to the amusement of the others. Before leaving the restaurant I wagered Steven that “when” Kansas one, he was to buy me another Irish coffee and should the Oklahoma team win, I would buy him one. Well he leapt at the chance of this wager as he said it was “in the bag already”, and so we shook on it. I told him that Kansas was well ABLE to take on Oklahoma. Everyone laughed.

    After lunch we boarded the bus and stopped along the way to bird watch. The first time we came back, Vernon said the game had started and the score was 6 – 20. Stevie laughed and said he knew they could do it. However Vernon told him that it was Kansas that was 20! His face fell to the ground but he said he was not worried as Oklahoma had a wonderful defence team. Off we went bird watching again and next time we got to the bus, Vernon informed us the score was now 56 –57 in favour of Oklahoma. Stevie was ecstatic but I kept saying ’ it was not over to the fat lady sings’. Off we went again and this time when we retuned Vernon handed him the phone. Stevie was facing me and as he read what was written, his face fell and I knew he had lost. Before he could say anything, I was celebrating. To say he was shocked was an understatement as was the whole bus however I was jubilant. All he kept saying was “how could anyone who hadn’t a clue about baseball have picked the winning team”.

    However as Steven was a man of his word, he could not get good whiskey so he bought me a good bottle of Rum. Now I wonder what Irish coffee will taste like with Rum?

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    1. Margaret Adamson: Love it. I prefer rum to whiskey. By a long way...

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    2. I had a similar experience, but with American football, which I despise... my brother's Navy friends were rooting for a particular team to win the Super Bowl. I chose the opposing team; won more than a few bucks off them, lol.

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    3. Baseball with such a high score? Sure it was not basketball? I don't follow sports either.

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  25. Wow, a lot of folks certainly submitted some fine responses to those words.

    I've exchanged emails with Delores and hopefully, after a bit of a time out, our lovely friend shall return to delight the blogging world.

    Thank you, Sue.

    Gary

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    1. klahanie: Dear Gary, thank you for the news about Delores. She has been missed.
      I hope you and the lovely Penny are doing well.

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    2. oh, this is good news. I was thinking last night about Delores, hoping she is alright.
      Thank you Gary.

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    3. Thank you for sharing this lovely news!

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  26. My story will be on my blog tomorrow Friday 4th.

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    1. River: And it is as usual, excellent. I hope lots of people visit.

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    2. I'd hoped a few might click over from here.

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  27. This is a fun way to encourage writers, and ensure they have an audience for freedback. It's a great way to find new blogs to visit too!

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    1. mail4rosey: Yes. On both counts. Are you going to play?

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  28. Seek and ye shall find
    In an effort to connect
    By offering a dance
    In the hopes you will enhance
    A fellow who is energetic
    With feet as instruments not pathetic
    Leaving no scuffs to mar
    As together smiling you Tango far.

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    1. Beautifully done, I'm impressed! I've lacked the courage to attempt a poem, yours is perfect. =)

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    2. Granny Annie: Love it. Thank you.

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  29. Young Charles was a freckle-faced imp of a ginger, eight years old and 'full of the devil' as his grandmother often said. His mother was always on the hunt for ways to ENHANCE his school holidays, preferably somewhere FAR from the house for at least part of every day.

    It wasn't so much that Charlie was bad as much as it was purely rambunctious cussedness and he was clever with it; nearly as clever as he thought he was. There was, f'rinstance, the time he decided to SEEK treasure by digging in Mr. Hamblin's garden. (His father's hand had to CONNECT rather firmly to Charlie's backside before he could be persuaded to stop.) Then there was the time he caught a young skunk and tried to get it to spray Miss Dean's three-legged dog, Tippy...

    Sighing, Charlie's mother pushed her hair out of her eyes. 'This should work' she thought to herself, before calling her ENERGETIC son down from the apple tree. Trailing her to the shed at the back of the garden, expecting to have to clean it, he reluctantly pulled open the door. Once his eyes had adjusted to the gloom of the miraculously clean shed Charlie gave a great shout; inside sat the most desirable INSTRUMENT for bored, energetic little boys: a set of gleaming drums!

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    1. The Cranky: Wouldn't you love to have a fraction of Charlie's energy? Love this story. So very real.

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    2. Uh oh, drums! Ha ha. Would not want to live too close to that shed, but what a great story and what a great way to release excess energy.

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    3. Psssst, I'll be copying this to my blog, hope you don't mind.

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  30. “Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.”

    What do you suggest for those of us who don’t need encouragement to write but rather to know when to stop writing?

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    1. Snowbrush: I hope you never stop writing. And would discourage any attempt to do so.

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  31. There was an old woman as ENERGETIC as any six year old, much to the horror of properly stoic serious and chronically depressed adults. She was, in their opinion, a bohemian, and thus suspect in all matters of life. That she would live on their cul de sac, amongst god fearing Republicans, was an outrage.

    One Sunday afternoon, six neighbors from the block paid the bohemian oldster a visit. They arrived in black dire suits, long dresses, bibles clutched like weapons and at the ready.

    She invited them in, introduced them to her cats, one by one, as eyes rolled and knees clutched together even more tightly.

    Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and began. "We are concerned for your salvation and the direction of your soul," he proclaimed. "You must SEEK out God, CONNECT with Jesus as the INSTRUMENT of your eternal salvation." The others were nodding in agreement. As if to ENHANCE his testimony, he said that he too was once a sinner and changed only through the word of the living god who created all the earth and animals.

    He was interrupted. By laughter. It started as a muffled chuckle, that the old woman tried to contain but couldn't because it burst out beyond the hand she'd clapped over her mouth to try to silence it. Soon she was bent over she was laughing so hard. She couldn't stop, obviously.

    The ever serious anal retentive joy hating group stared at her, with contempt, then turned one to another, giving each other the knowing (she's beyond help) eye. Then they marched out. She held the door for them at least, as they haughtily made their exit. The laughter went on for probably a good hour and could be heard FAR beyond the manicured highly sprayed lawns of the righteous. Children heard it and it made them giggle and so animals and birds hear it. The adults slammed shut their windows and doors to the sound. Laughter was just not appropriate.

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    1. Strayer: Laughter was DEFINITELY appropriate. Love this - and I am with the aged bohemian. Of course.

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    2. An addition: The neighbors had even complained to the city about the bohemian in their midst. The city lady could not readily understand their complaint. "You mean, you're complaining because...." "Because she's abnormally happy and laughs too much. She even laughs when she eats chocolate." "Oh my," said the city lady, sarcastically, "I get it. She laughs too much and likes chocolate." "You're not taking us seriously," complained the neighbor. "
      She's inappropriately happy and furthermore chocolate is not something to be laughed over, it's something to be endured when you eat it."

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    3. Strayer: I like the city lady too. A civil servant with her feet firmly on the ground and a sense of humour. I wish there were more of her.

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    4. I LOVE this and could well be applied to me, only with dogs. Seriously, a code enforcement officer was called because I had a small 'Wish,Dream,Believe' sign hanging by my door.
      She chapped on my door, informed me of the complaint and, with a grin, asked me what my response was. After I ascertained that I wasn't breaking any of the codes, I shrugged and said 'sucks to be them'. She laughed, marched off to the complaining neighbour's house and loudly informed them that they would be facing fines if they continued calling in bogus complaints.

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    5. Sucks to be Them, that's a good one, Cranky! I know a city code officer here and she's so nice, loves animals also but its sure a hard job, to take all the complaints of the complainers.

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  32. Although I am tired at the end of the week and can't put something together- I did so enjoy reading through the comments. Very entertaining! Great job to the participants. :)
    ~Jess

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    1. DMS ~ Jess: There have been so wonderful creations haven't there?

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  33. Playing catch-up. On Friday. Or is it Saturday? Wait, maybe now Sunday? :) http://lookingupinlife.blogspot.com/2016/03/words.html

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    1. Cindi Summerlin: Saturday now. And your use of the words was very, very inventive. And different.

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  34. That's an optimistic set of words! If you didn't use them on fiction, you could build a nice weekend out of them.

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    1. John Wiswell: You are right about the optimism. I hadn't considered that, but you are right. Margaret and Sue DID give us optimistic words to play with.

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  35. Ah. Looking forward to read the post with those prompts.

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    1. Lux G.: A lot of very talented people have played here this week already. Which is lovely.

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  36. Hi EC, Would you shoot me an email at sandracox1@gmail.com

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  37. Again, such great words.
    Oh how I love wordy birds:)
    It's wonderful to find other people in this big wide world who love to play with words as much as I do:)
    Thanks for always inspiring me over here,
    Jennifer

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    1. Jennifer Richardson: My pleasure - and there are a LOT of wordy birds about.

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  38. My favorite writing prompt is: ASS IN CHAIR.

    I find it works every single time.

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    1. The Happy Whisk: And yet for a while at least Virginia Woolf wrote standing up...

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  39. I couldn't come up with something this week, but I truly enjoyed everyone else's work!

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    1. jenny_o: Next week perhaps. And I too have loved everyone else's work.

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  40. Thanks EC! Tough one, but I had fun!

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    1. HBF: I am glad that Margaret's and Sue's words gave you pleasure. I will be over to have a look shortly.

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