JANUARY 31st

 

It’s the last day of the month. Where did January go?  Whew I don’t recall much I did. It was a cold weather month here in Florida. I’ve had my heat on everyday; when it got cold it kicked on.   I am eupeptic that it will get warmer again; not that I need the air conditioner to run, but enough to open windows. 

Yesterday’s word was EUPEPTIC.  There were two definitions given.  One was ‘relating to, or having good digestion’; the other ‘cheerful, optimistic’.   

Between the two I like the second definition best.  

It was one of those days that I had done volunteer work.  A new month starting and new week beginning added to my list of what I had to get done.  I was busy and almost did not write the daily challenge piece.  

With February coming tomorrow, I always label it the ‘Month of Love’ or ‘Month of Hearts and Flowers’, something along those lines.  I’m thinking of perhaps as it’s my birthday month calling it “Month of Queen Me” but haven’t decided yet.  Tomorrow we begin our new writing challenge of words associated with Valentine’s Day.  After this month of odd/strange words a break is needed for an easy writing month.  I really did enjoy the odd word month. 

Yesterday’s word I focused on a person who is optimistic even though she received a goodbye note left for her. She looks at the positive and hopes for the best instead of being despaired.  I wrote this with the thought that in February mostly I’ll be composing mushy love pieces for Valentine’s Cards and not downer pieces. 

It’s Sunday and I hope you all have a Blessed one.  

Until tomorrow and the first day of a new month....enjoy the last of January; and as always Stay Safe. 

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                  THE SANGUINE LADY 

Even though things seemed discouraging 

She did not give in to defeat

Instead.....she kept optimistic 

He left without a verbal word ....only a typed 

           note she found 

       IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME.  I NEED TO       

            FIND MYSELF 

Printed in bold print on pristine white paper

The words should have made her apoplexy 

But she always looked at things sanguine 

Being euphoric about this development 

With hope things would work out for the      

       better somehow 

JANUARY 30th

 

The word for yesterday was perfect for the day. One of the wacky/weird holidays yesterday was NATIONAL CURMUDGEON     

DAY.  The word was curmudgeon.  When I saw the word, the piece I wrote popped into my notes app.  One of my favorite Christmas stories is “A Christmas Carol”.  I read it every December.  I found it was still active on my device (on my Kindle); I did not remove it to my cloud of books I read and can download to active reading status again.  I notice it the previous night and the thought of the story stayed fresh in my head.  When I posted my Holiday Countdown on Facebook for Friday, I thought of Scrooge as a curmudgeon.  When Terry saw it, she decided to use curmudgeon as the word of the day.   It was simple to put my spin on the man who hated Christmas and most everyone.  

Actually I’m hooked on the Scrooge character and story.  I’ve watched over the years many adaptations of the theme.  I’ve enjoyed them all.  

I realize finally why my January 28th was so chaotic; a full moon.   Did not realize it till Friday morning.  At least my Friday was a tad better.  Not sure about today though.  

As for the curmudgeon word; I have known and possibly know a few these days.  

I think of the Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon characters in the movie “Grumpy    

 Old Men” when I think of a curmudgeon.   Those were two funny movies; two great actors.  

Today one of the wacky/weird holidays is National Croissant Day; yes I had a croissant 🥐 for breakfast. 

Until tomorrow....it’s Saturday and the weekend begins.  Think about those curmudgeons you may know as you enjoy your croissant and as always Stay Safe. 

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                      THE CRAB 

Scrooge appeared to be a crusty old man

   when the story first opened

A miser who did nothing to help others

    or be kind to his fellow man

Ill-tempered to his own employee

  who worked hard for the old man

Grouchy to his only family member 

A cranky unhappy individual 

  even though he had material wealth 

But it took three spirits one Christmas Eve 

     night 

   to change Ebenezer from a curmudgeon 

  Into a warmhearted individual capable of 

     caring and a benefactor to those in need 

 

JANUARY 29th

 Ok here’s the big laugh from yesterday.  I quickly glanced at the word of the day quickly. I did not read the definition at the time. I mistook it for another word which refers to an adult vibrator.  Boy was my mind in the gutter for sure. 

I blame it all on my tohubohu day. It began so chaotic that I could not wait for my bed time. Let’s just say, it was not a good smoothing day for me.  Sometimes we get those type of days.  

The daily word dido, for January 27th defines a mischievous or capricious act or prank or antic. 

I remember playing pranks as a kid; few as an adult.  One of the best was what my husband done to a co-worker of mine.  As it involves Valentine’s Day, it will be told in February.  Don’t worry, this dido was a fun one and the person still laughs about it still today.  

Today’s weird holidays include National Puzzle Day and National Corn Chip Day as well as Thomas Paine Day and Curmudgeon Day.  I know quite a few who fit that for sure. 

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                           NOT FUNNY 

Did not enjoy the dido 

It was not funny at all 

Don’t worry, pay back is coming

Oh don’t worry, not right away

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                    GETTING EVEN

He played a mischievous trick on her

She did not think it was so funny

But she knew eventually 

He would get his comeuppance 

The tables would be turned

And she’d get the last laugh

Till then she would plan the dido carefully 

JANUARY 28th

 

It’s getting to be a real challenge with the funny/odd words of the day.  Again we were given a gem of a word for Wednesday,  TOHUBOHU.  The word means chaos and confusion. As soon as I saw the word, the four line piece popped into my head.  I hurried to type up the thought.  Then I saw the piece I titled PERPLEXED in bits and pieces.  I decided to use as many words (odd words) that convey being confused and yes perplexed.  Yes I did find quite a few.  Indeed this was a fun verse to write. 

The daily word fits things going on in the world at the moment.  

As we wind down January with only a few days left, I look forward to February.  My daily holiday countdown will list the birthday QUEEN/QUEENS and/or KING/KINGS of the day.  Last year or perhaps a year before I only listed the birthday QUEENS of the day on their birthday, but a guy seemed miffed I did not list the KINGS.  This year I’ll be listing the KINGS as well.  On my birthday I put on my tiara and go out for lunch.  I generally go to the place that gives me a free pitcher of draft beer (saves me nine dollars). Many restaurants offer a birthday dessert or appetizer; there is one that offers a meal but they are chain restaurants.  I have been supporting the non-chains these days.  They are locally owned and I’ve rather just support them.  These local businesses support many of the local veterans groups and help more in the local community.  

So once February arrives the tiara goes on the head; of course my husband feels I need to wear the BITCH BONNET too. Guess it’ll depend on my mood for the day. 

Today I’ll going to have to prioritize my day. I see it is already in a state of TOHUBOHU and I haven’t even had my second cup of coffee. 

It’s Friday Eve!  The wacky/weird holidays today are RUBBER DUCKY DAY (yes there are actually three days to celebrate the rubber ducky); NATIONAL BLUEBERRY PANCAKE DAY; NATIONAL HAVE FUN at WORK DAY and NATIONAL KAZOO DAY. I have a kazoo in a junk drawer.  Perhaps I’ll get it out today and play. I’ll be taking Duckie my rubber ducky out with me today. Until tomorrow....enjoy your day and remember to wear your red shirt on Friday; as always Stay Safe.  

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                         PERPLEXED 

 

I’m in a state of bamboozlement 

Quite flabbergasted you might say

Don’t know if I’m coming or going

It’s another one of those chaotic days

Tohubohu is the funny odd word

That’s got my mind befuddled 

Trying figure out how to use it

Is the reason why I am muddled

So I guess I will think for awhile 

About why I’m being so confuzzled

Seems my mind is in many pieces 

Just like a crazy jigsaw puzzle 

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                       CHAOS 

Her life was in a state of tohubohu 

 Trying to get everything prepared for the    

        party

He sat in the living room unaffected as he

     watched TV 

Typical of him naturally 

JANUARY 27th

 Very Short Read 

This is another word I’ve never heard before. The world SORORAL, the word for January 25th.  Many men and women share this; as the woman feels sisterly towards the guy.  Sometimes that’s fine with them, but sometimes the man wants more.  In the second piece it said it all in a few fragments;  so sad for him. 

The first piece I somehow thought of two friends so close like sisters.  They’ve seen one another through everything.  Nothing can break the bond but a man.  I left this to the imagination of the reader why the bond broke. Did they both fall for the same guy? Did one become the other woman? 

Today is Wednesday half the week gone. 

Until tomorrow....enjoy the day and as always Stay Safe. 

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            SISTERLY BONDS CAN BREAK 

So sororal their bond 

It couldn’t be broken

The two friends made a pact 

  Always to be supportive of each other 

Through tears and laughter

    Weight gain and diets 

Broken hearts, bad hair days 

   Nights of too much tequila 

     and many cups of coffee 

 Nothing could shatter the friendship 

  they shared for twenty years

Except for the man that came between them 

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                       SO SAD 

Towards him she was sororal

Nothing more....nothing else

It broke his heart

He wanted more 

LAST WEEK of JANUARY....Day 26

JALOPY a truly funny word that for some reason is now archaic.  I read it became popular somewhere in the 1920’s.  I don’t hear it anymore.  The word used for many years for a dilapidated car.  I’m not sure the last time I heard the word used.  Seeing it as the word for January 25th, the pieces came to my mind as I sat with the notes app opened. The first one reminded me of something I read about where the main character’s husband and their friend were restoring vehicles.  My step-father did restorations on a fifty-five Chevy.  It’s also based on my husband’s cousin who had an old Chevy for year he on which he planned to work. Guess all this came to my mind about the guy in the verse. So I just went with the idea of a guy restoring a car to cruise the streets. 

The second is about the same book character who purchased a dilapidated vehicle to restore. Everyone thought him crazy but he saw the finished product in his mind.  I used the idea of a guy doing this and family and friends not understanding his vision. 

As for my step-father restoring the Chevy just say I had a hard time driving it. Although it was not a manual, I was use to power steering.  I had a hard time driving it and preferred my mother’s Mustang.   My step-sister, who you all should remember I called Princess D ended up with the Chevy. I personally don’t think her husband appreciated it as they sold it as quick as they could.  

I love seeing classic and antique cars.  These people who own them sure take great care of them. 

Until tomorrow....enjoy your Tuesday; and as always Stay Safe. 

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                    THE RESTORATION 

His Saturday clothes looked kind of sloppy

But he was only working on his jalopy

Trying to get the old junk running ready

His grand-dad’s old Belair, a fifty-five Chevy

New tires, new bumpers and new seats

He could not wait to drive it on the streets

With the woman he called his loving sweetie

And acting like characters from “American 

        Graffiti”

Blasting music from a radio’s oldies  

     station 

He imagined feeling the all good vibrations 

Today he would work long hours on the 

     heap 

Knowing that what he sowed, he will 

         eventually reap 

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                          JALOPY 

Junker....they laughed about the old 

        vehicle he purchased

All he could visualize was the finished 

       product

 Little did anyone realize his vision for the 

      heap

Overtime the old car would look almost new 

Putting hard work and sweat into the 

       restoration

Yesterday’s discard will become tomorrow’s

     pride and joy 

LAST WEEK of JANUARY....Day 25

 

The word APOPLEXY I never heard before.  The one definition I liked; incapacity or speechless caused by extreme anger. That’s the one I used today. After reading the definition the verse popped into my head. A breakup piece; day prior I did romantic verse. Some reason I just visualized the woman and man in this piece.  I liked the fact I could use the journalistic questions also.  This was not an easy word to use again. Seems I’ve had few of those days lately but seeing the verse as it played out in my mind helped. 

Don’t even have idea about this piece I composed but I just rolled with it. 

Yesterday I’m sure football fans watched the playoff games.  This year the Super Bowl is being played about 97 miles from where I live; about an hour and a half. Might as well say two hours with traffic.  I am sure the fans of the Tampa team celebrated hearty yesterday with the win and fact their team has home field advantage.  Of course already there are Bernie memes out about the Super Bowl.  

Today is Monday and it’s National Irish Coffee Day.  At the moment I’m having one while I get this together. 

Until tomorrow....enjoy the day and week ahead and as always Stay Safe. 

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               THE REPORTER IN HER

The news made her upset....extreme anger 

       she felt 

And not from the nightly broadcast on TV

   but the announcement from the man she 

       loved 

After 2 years....

        After 24 months....

              After 104 weeks....

                    After 730 days....

How is it possible he is calling it quits?

   Why is he doing this?

      What reasoning can there be?

          Where will he be going? 

                When did it all begin? 

   The other question was there someone 

               else?

    If so who is the other woman? 

The journalistic questions she spewed

    WHO, WHAT, WHERE, WHY, WHEN and 

              HOW

He needed his space.... 

    needed something new....

     leaving for a new adventure he stated 

All she could see is red and more red

The nerve of him....after all she done for him

After all she gave up to be with him

Shrugging his shoulders he said those 

     ridiculous words “it’s not you, it’s me”

She stood staring motionless in a 

       state of apoplexy 

   as he walked out the door 

 

Good 

JANUARY 24th

 

Yesterday the word was GEORGIC which could be a noun or adjective.  As a noun it is a poem or book dealing with agriculture or rural topics; as adjective it is rustic or pastoral. 

I used the word in a rural setting. It’s centered around a couple walking through a meadow for a picnic.  The sights of the beauty of nature I tried to capture from the sky to their surroundings.  

I did try to find more about GEORGIC but to no avail.  

In fact I’m not even sure if I used the word correct as an adjective to do the piece I did. Oh well I did try hard. I used the word as describing the setting. 

As for doing the verse about a picnic in a meadow, it popped in my head as I read the adjective meaning of GEORGIC. 

I think I have said enough on this topic. 

After I finished this verse, I took a few moments to scroll through my Facebook newsfeed.  It seems the woman yelling at the cat memes are in the past and the Bernie ones everywhere. So it came to my mind after I re-read my poem that I’d picture Bernie sitting in the meadow as the lovers enjoyed a picnic. 

It’s Sunday and many of you who watch football will be glued to the TV’s today to see who’ll go to the Super Bowl.  As for me I’ll read or play games on my devices.  

Until tomorrow....enjoy the day and as always Stay Safe. 

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                   SATURDAY PICNIC 

Walking through the meadow

Wild flowers blooming here and there

The sun shines bright through 

     marshmallowy clouds in an azure sky

You carry a cold food hamper

   I, the wicker picnic basket 

       and old patchwork quilt

Slowly strolling on the lush green field

No reason to hurry....no agenda to keep 

   searching for the perfect spot to rest 

A cluster of trees ahead off to our left

An canopy to shade us....we stop

  place the comforter on the ground 

Our picnic underway as the basket opened

 cold drinks taken from the hamper

Alone with nature the two of us

  listening to the bird song 

   watching butterflies flutter by

      admiring the beauty of the pasture

Sipping wine we chat, 

   make plans for the future

 A splendid Saturday enjoying the 

     countryside 

   and the wonders of Mother Nature 

       Such a GEORGIC setting 

JANUARY 23rd

 

Very short read today.  

TUSSIE MUSSIE is a small bunch of flowers and a synonym is nosegay. I never heard of tussie mussie before and spell check kept trying to change the word to tissue and not  

tussie. It took a few retypes but I got it.  

I like flowers such as a nosegay that would be elegant.  I AM NOT a fan of the red roses. Never have been. They are so over the top it’s like there is NO imagination of the sender. Now don’t get in a tizzy about how I feel; it’s my opinion. I’ve received the red roses in my life BUT I love lavender or purple roses. A bouquet I find elegant and thoughtful is six roses and six orchids. In the piece I wrote the woman needs to decide between two men; their flowers help make her decision.  

The second is just whimsical about my flower preferences.  I like simple at times when I think of having a flower arrangement.

A small nosegay or tussie mussie given for no apparent reason.  With the month of hearts and flowers approaching this was indeed an interesting word.  It’s giving ideas on types of arrangements one might think about sending.  Of course it’s not just women who I feel enjoy flowers, men do also. My husband had been out of town for work once for his birthday. I ended up calling to have flowers sent to him at his motel room. Did it surprise him? Yes!  It was an arrangement of one rose and eleven carnations; plus a small Mylar balloon.  

Today is Saturday and the weekend begins. 

Until tomorrow....enjoy National Pie Day and as always Stay Safe. 

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                         HER DECISION 

Which one would she pick 

A decision had to be made

Two men in her life....she could only say yes 

      to one

A dozen red roses arrived today

She looked at the artful arrangement 

Flowers, greens and baby’s breath 

The sender had no imagination 

Red roses so mundane....the card just as 

     boring hand printed by the florist 

“Beautiful flowers for a lovely lady. Have a 

      nice day.”

Another floral delivery arrived

A nosegay of a lavender roses and mauve 

       cymbidium orchids

Elegant and beautiful arranged trimmed 

    with gold accents

This arrangement definitely thought out by 

     the sender

“You’re as special as the orchids and lovely 

    as the roses.  Wishing you a wonderful 

         day.” 

 The card handwritten by the sender

The tussie mussie won out over the red  

      roses

She always liked an imaginative man 

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                MY PREFERENCE 

I am not a woman who is fussy

But I’d rather the tussie mussie

I adore a simple flowery bouquet

Of a sweet scented carnation nosegay 

WEEK THREE of JANUARY....Day 22

 

The word had me really puzzled; GARDYLOO.  I’ve never heard it before.  As I usually do I looked up the word although the word challenger does provide us with a definition.  I think it’s a funny word indeed.  Now I read the French term which sounded more refined.  I do know GARDE is guard or to watch as the term of Garde de la Porte. It stuck me funny that l’eau in French translates to ‘the water’.  So is the Garde à

l’eau therefore guard of water or watcher of water?  Then I wondered if the English heard this French term of  Prenez Garde à l’eau,

 decided to just say Gardyloo.  After all the water is slop or waste water; the Brits call the bathroom the loo or so I’ve heard on TV. Well wherever it originated it’s a comic word.  I did the first piece as a pondering about the word. The second is comical about getting hit with slop water.  

It’s a Friday and I’m sure where the week went.  Hope everyone enjoys the day.  Today  hubby and I will celebrate his birthday. He will celebrate until Sunday as he only celebrates a week (seven days). 

Until tomorrow....be glad we no longer throw out slop water; and as always stay safe. 

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                       A PONDERING 

Gardyloo a warning cry 

Oh watch out for the waste water

Used until as late as the 1930’s and 

      1940’s

Due to no indoor plumbing at many places 

I think the French term more elegant 

     Prenez Garde à l’eau....beware of the 

            water 

Is Garde à l’eau, the guard of the water?

Since a Garde de la Porte is guard of the 

        door 

Only appropriate I would say....just a 

     pondering 

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                      WASTED NOT 

Gardyloo they heard the cry 

Then looked up toward the voice 

It hit them square in the face

At least it terminated their fight 

Served them right those nincompoops 

Having a donnybrook under her window 

WEEK THREE of JANUARY....Day 21

 

NAMBY-PAMBY the word for Wednesday, January 20th.  I’ve heard the word time and again. I’ve known and still know quite a few people who fit this description.  In fact I think there are more and more who are namby-pamby as time goes on.  Each piece I wrote came to my mind immediately.  The third composed about a man who is hen pecked as well as being namby-pamby.  Although I could see the daily word used as a synonym for hen pecked. 

In the second four line story I told it like it is that some people follow the masses like a flock of sheep.  Enough said in those few lines as it’s quite the truth. 

I wrote first piece about a woman finding her courage.  She decides enough is enough; and she leaves her husband. The thing is he won’t miss her until he needs something.  I enjoyed doing this word yesterday.  Such an appropriate word with what yesterday was.  

Today is Friday Eve! Tomorrow I’ll be celebrating my hubby’s birthday; he wanted a quiet birthday week and has had one. 

Until tomorrow....it’s National Granola Day; National Hug Day; National Cheesy Socks Day and International Sweatpants Day. 

So put on your favorite sweatpants with a pair of cheesy socks hug someone and have a granola bar; and as always Stay Safe. 

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                     FINDING COURAGE 

It took awhile but she finally found the 

   gumption to stand up for herself 

He told her she was namby-pamby 

   constantly giving her so much anguish 

Standing at the front door with her

    suitcases near by....she found the 

             courage 

He just sat there watching the playoff game

    not noticing her....didn’t hear her shout 

            “I’m leaving” 

Oblivious was he....she walked out the        

         door....beaming with joy 

He’d probably miss her at halftime when he       

    wanted snacks and another beer 

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                        SHEEP 

Too many namby-pamby people 

  All a flock of sheep

        Baa....baa...baa

Afraid to speak their mind

  No original thoughts do they have

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                   MR. MILK TOAST 

He was such a namby-pamby person

Never stood up for his convictions 

Just let everyone walk over him

His wife had him hen pecked for sure 

WEEK THREE of JANUARY....Day 20

 

Donnybrook the odd word for Tuesday.  I’ve heard it before.  If you ever watched the movie “The Quiet Man” there is a great   donnybrook scene in it.  My favorite part of the movie.  

Hockey has a few donnybrooks as well.  I love watching the brawls.  

No I’m not a violent person or promote violence, but it’s always interesting to watch it break out on the ice. 

I wanted to see just where this word originated.  I find it was the name of a fair back in Dublin in the thirteen century. I decided, at least in my mind, that maybe because a few had to much libations they got into rowdy fights and since it took place at the fair they just called it a donnybrook.  

So in the first piece I wrote about two friends going to watch hockey at a bar and hoping there is no bar brawl.  

The second piece is two friends drinking and getting into a pub fight. It’s a short four line story at best.  The third I composed as a history about the area of Donnybrook.   

I never been in such an event as a donnybrook physical but it feels like I’ve been verbally if that’s possible.  

Today is Wednesday and National Cheese Lovers Day.  I like cheese so I will celebrate with a slice of cheddar; maybe I’ll have a cheese pizza. Who knows it’s only six in the morning as I am composing this; not even had my first cup of joe yet. 

Week is already half over. 

Until tomorrow....try to avoid any donnybrooks and as always Stay Safe. 

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                      BREWS and HOCKEY 

Again a night of fun they planned to enjoy

Just a few pints at the sports bar while 

     watching the hockey game 

Cheering for goals made by their team

   high fives with the celly of the 

       player 

  Booing for cross-checking 

    and penalties 

Raspberries when the opponent scores

Exciting to watch the brawls on ice 

   always the best part of the evening 

They only hope no donnybrooks would 

       break out at the pub again 

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                      THE FRIENDS 

After having a few pints at the club

They decided to head to another pub

To their homes later they betook

After partaking in another donnybrook

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                  DONNYBROOK  

         (Another History Piece) 

Donnybrook, Dublin in Ireland home to the 

    Donnybrook Fair 

Beginning in the 1300’s until around 1850

Donnybrook gave its name to a ballad

   a lively Irish jig and supermarket chain

Funny donnybrook is a rowdy fight or 

   free-for-all brawl

Could it have been brawls were known to 

    occur at the Donnybrook fair due to a few 

       too many libations?

Interesting question....I’ll wager yes for the 

     answer

WEEK THREE of JANUARY....Day 19

 

Short Read Today!

I’ve never heard HOLUS-BOLUS before, but I’ve probably done it.  Accepted a story all together or told with out modifications.  It was a challenge word for sure. Both pieces dealt with accepting stories from people.  

That’s about all I can say on this word. 

I used two odd words in the first piece.  I thought appropriate.   

As I’ve been reading the other night I saw the word skedaddle used again but this time by a different author.  I wonder if some authors throw odd words just to see if anyone will research them.  

This is a short read today. 

Hope you enjoy the day as it’s National Popcorn Day. 

Until tomorrow....as always Stay Safe. 

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                     YATTER YATTER 

He sounded so convincing on what he had 

      to say

I was uncertain if to believe it....but I did 

      anyway

Intently I did listen as he keep up the chatter 

He yammered on and on with the constant 

     yatter

It was getting really hard for me try and stay

    focused

As he told the tale about his great golf     

       round holus-bolus 

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                     SHE BELIEVED 

She listened as he sweetly explained 

     why again he was so late 

It seemed lately he never showed up on

    time for their dates 

Time after time she’d sit in the restaurant or 

     bar waiting....waiting....waiting 

Her friends considered him a slime 

  ball...could not understand why she stayed 

        with him

But she gave him the benefit of the doubt 

    always....he was stuck at work or tied up 

      in traffic

He was so sorry....it wouldn’t happen again 

She could not see the truth that he was an 

    inconsiderate jerk

Holus-bolus she believed all the 

      lies....convincing her he was a good guy