What Lenny Would Build

 

“I don’t know what to make of it,” Arlene shook her head.

“Of the sunset?” Molly’s already reedy voice rose higher.

Arlene took a deep breath. She forgot just how literal her sister-in-law was.

“No, the sunset is beautiful,” she stated. “And the arches.”

Molly turned to face Arlene. The glow from the ball of fire in the distance rendered one of her cheeks fire-orange, the other ashen-gray.

“So what did you mean?”

Arlene pointed to the oddly shaped building to their right. “This. Looks like what Lenny would build.”

“Lenny is three.” Molly noted.

“Exactly,” Arlene said. 

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo by Dale Rogerson

 

Sweet Redress

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(Photo: Hannes Wolf on Unsplash)

 

She didn’t mean for it to happen. Or she did.

She was no saint.

Sure, decades have passed. Much water under bridges.

A better person would have let it go.

Not Linda.

Not when Marilee had deliberately spilled nail polish onto Linda’s gown on competition day.

Twenty years of rumination.

Until … Marilee’s brand new car.

Linda gifted a young neighbor with spray paint.

An aspiring painter with bad aim.

Sweet revenge.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Revenge in 72 words

 

Little Brother

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(Photo: Jan Kopřiva on Unsplash)

 

When he grew up, he was going to be like his big brother.

Tall. Proud. Sturdy. Up to the task.

For now, he had to comfort himself with the benefits of smaller stature.

Getting into nooks and crannies, fitting where his brother could not bend or fold to reach.

When he grew up, he was going to be like his brother.

Heavily bristled. Proudly mustached.

Meanwhile, Brush put his still-short-bristles to good use through many chores.

This way, once grown, he could graduate to being a Broom.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Brush in 87 words

 

The Better To See You

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They were almost at their hotel when they decided to explore one more alley. The afternoon light painted shadows on cracked asphalt and colored the buildings sepia-toned.

How apt, Barbara thought, for an antique shop.

Phrenology skulls stared blankly through incongruous shades. Ancient radios stood amidst forgotten family photographs.

“Shall we check it out?”

Avigdor shuddered. “I feel watched.”

Barbara’s arm hairs raised at the thought. Or was it more? She giggled, a bit too loudly. They wouldn’t, would they? Not all the way here?

Avigdor turned to leave. The neon glasses blinked.

“Won’t you come in?” a skull voiced.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: © Roger Bultot

Six Year Anniversary

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So … the above just appeared in my notifications.

I stared at it a moment. Because, you see, I would’ve thought it was longer than six years. I also would’ve thought it couldn’t possibly have been six years already … Yet, there it is. Time doing the odd thing it knows to do as it spirals around.

Can’t ever hold on to time. It is a slippery thing, it is. Can hardly hold on to stats, seeing how they dance around. It is folly to try.

But I thought I would, anyhow, just for fun, post a snapshot of this moment in time. Even if it will change as soon as I post this, as soon as you see this, as soon as any one of you reacts or comments or clicks on this.

Still. Just because …

Here are a few stats:

  • 1681 posts
  • 5922 comments
  • 115,515 views
  • 72,111 visitors from practically every country in the world!
  • 23,743 likes
  • 921 followers

By the time your eyes rest on this, the numbers are already different … The values are not … Because the numbers have little meaning. Many blogs have more than this a day. Many more still have less. What does matter, to me, is you. That you read this. That you are part of this. That you matter. That you are you. You made this. With me.

I am especially moved that this little tiny sliver of a blog in the big vast space of the Internet, has had visitors from every corner of the globe. From countries large and small, from the smallest islands to the largest landmasses, from a multitude of cultures and languages and ways of life, from countries that we’re supposed to believe don’t get along, or won’t, or don’t care.

This is proof we do. Care. Because we are first and foremost humans. No matter where we were born, under what flag, to what faith or belief or upbringing, in what skin, to what family, to which doctrine. We all share this one home. We’re roommates on a blue marble hurtling through space. Equally precious. Equally worthy. We all are made of the same atoms. We breathe the same air. Drink the same water. Are tethered to the same core gravity. The same moon. Under the same sun. In the same cluster of souls riding the great vastness of Space.

So, you see, to me this little corner of the Internet — along with many others like it — is a window to our universality. To what we can be if we so choose. I’m honored. I’m humbled. I’m grateful to have the opportunity see through this window, through others’ windows, to have others look in through mine. To share light.

So, in this moment, and every moment, know that I am deeply thankful.

For you. For each and every one.

And I’m hopeful that we can, together … read more, write more, see more, share more, listen more, understand more, be more, be kind.

 

 

Unsettled Settings

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Photo: Digital Buggu on Pexels.com

 

So, WordPress has had a bit of a snafu … where settings of some accounts have been somehow unilaterally altered, resulting in people not receiving email notifications for new posts from some websites.

I found out about the problem when I stopped receiving email notifications from my own blog to my own new posts …

WordPress support looked into it, and it seems that ‘something’ (WordPress doesn’t know, but I highly suspect goblins, who are known for mischief) had turned off new-post-email-notifications on my subscription to my own site! I had to manually go in to turn it back on, and it seems I am not alone …

If you hadn’t received emails about new posts from me over the last 2-3 days, I recommend checking that your new-posts-email-notifications are still turned on.

It only takes a moment.

Here’s how:

  1. Go to: https://wordpress.com/following/manage

  2. Scroll down the lists of websites you follow till you see my blog/website — there will be a little ‘setting’ cogwheel button underneath the “following” indicator.

  3. Click on the ‘settings’ and a small window will open. If the “email me new posts” option isn’t turned on, ‘switch it on’ and you’ll be all set.

[You can do the same with other websites you follow if you suspect you’ve somehow stopped getting emails about new posts from them – good indicator is if you can still see posts from them in your ‘Reader’ but hadn’t gotten emails about those posts.]

THANK YOU for reading this, and please let me know in the comments if you had similar issues and/or if your settings had been ‘goblinized’ … I am grateful to all of you who follow my blog and read my posts, and wouldn’t want anyone to miss posts from me or from other bloggers due to technical glitches and mishaps.

As for the goblins … may they go frolic with dragons and elves over pots of gold at ends of rainbows, and leave us humans to our bloggizations. Amen.

Na’ama

Time To Play

With the world now turning inward

Slumbering in winter’s grasp—

Find time to play.

With this New Year somehow ticking

Almost a full month of its spin—

Make time for play.

In the hustle of cold mornings,

Early darkness,

Frozen windshields,

Icy drafts—

Carve time.

Sit.

Play.

Put aside the chores and laundry,

The notes, reports, reviews and worries,

The ever adding tasks of day—

And play.

Refresh your heart

Renew your spirit

Rejuvenate the wonder of all things you knew and dreamt of

Way back in the day,

And allow yourself—once more—or finally

To concentrate in utter flowing focus

Hard at play.

Photo Credit: E.F.

Photo Credit: E.F.

(Originally published in Spa Corner–January 2012)