Monthly Archives: October 2014
It’s not hard to fry an egg. Really, it’s not. But that didn’t stop me from making my latest “as seen on TV” product purchase.
Yes, I want to make perfectly round eggs in little microwave dishes. Yes, I do. I want to crack an egg into the red plastic pan, whisk it with a fork, cover it with the clear lid and place it into the magic microwave. I want to stare at the glass window as the turntable spins my egg to perfection.
Maybe it is my childhood obsession with the easy bake oven, but I am entertained. One minute later, the bell tings.
Presto, my egg is ready to be placed on a sizzling burger. Did I say burger? Yes, I did.
The egg is a vital component to my Cheesy Western, a delectable burger invented at a tiny, 10 seat, tavern in my town. While it won’t top the original, it will be a respectable replica. Egg, burger patty, cheddar cheese, relish and onions on a bun. Oh, wait. I realize I’m making a Cheesy Western, with. That lingo means the onions are included. (I may not speak Starbucks but I do speak Texas Tavern!)
With Glee, I take the first bite. Hearty, rich, sharp, sweet. It is a well crafted blend of tastes. Comfort food at its finest.
I still have the microwave bell to answer, but thanks to my new egg cooker, I have one less egg to fry.
[Challenged to write a post based on selecting a lyric from the first random song on my i pad, I hit shuffle to see what song would play. I decided to take a lyric out of context for my post. If you want to listen to the song that (dare I say) loosely inspired this post, here it is! ]
In a world otherwise devoid of color, I would treasure my kaleidoscope. Yes, it has more than one color. Held against the light, it shows a multitude of colors in ever-changing patterns. Colors tumble toward each other. Red, green, blue, yellow, pink, purple.
“What do those words mean?” someone unfamiliar with colors would ask.
How would I explain the boldness of red or the vibrancy of green? How would I explain the calmness of blue, the perkiness of yellow or the playfulness of pink. Words would hardly explain the richness of purple.
Would I share the vision? Or, would I choose to keep it to myself?
The colors would dull without the shared experience of them. The need to talk to someone about this dimension of the world would drive me to distraction. I would be unable to fully contain the secret.
My search for other kaleidoscope keepers would begin.
(My response to the daily prompt about a world with no color)
I must alert you to the fact that though you started out as a tell-er you are now a better show-er.
I know it was not easy to release the adverbs. You shook your head at the thought of relegating words to the limited use section. You twisted your lips together tightly as you checked online sources to confirm the accuracy of the rule. You rushed to your bookshelf and pulled down a book by your favorite author. Flipping through the pages, you scanned the text for the elusive pairing of letters l and y.
I’m convinced,” you said out loud to yourself. With a nod of your head, you closed the hardback book and returned it to the shelf reserved for favored tomes, ready to write without adverbs.
In addition, I want to compliment you on your efforts to find your blogger’s voice. Perched in front of your keyboard, typing the words in your head, you hit backspace until the print seems right, until the words seem to sound like you to you. With a sigh, and sometimes with a smile, you tap the publish button, fighting against the urge to edit.
Sometimes you continue to make changes and sometimes you don’t. You are growing as a writer.
Your chief critic and main supporter
My take on The Daily Prompt-Circuitous Paths
A stranger knocked on the door. “I need to find my way,” he said.
“Where are you trying to go?” I responded.
“Give me directions to the nearest gas station. I want to fill my car and keep driving until I get somewhere better.”
“Are you almost out of gas now?” I asked.
The stranger sighed and looked down at his feet. “Yes, m’am. I’m almost empty. It has been a long journey and I’m far from home. I need to be refueled.”
The man looked up. I saw a single tear roll down his cheek, leaving a trail of moist sorrow. He reached up to wipe the drop from his skin. “I’m sorry, m’am. The roads I have traveled have been rough and steep. I have taken one wrong turn after another. I don’t even know if I am leaving or returning home anymore. I’m lost. Give me directions.”
“I can help you. Wait here,” I said. I turned and walked toward the back room. “I’m getting something to write on!” I called out. Out of view, I leaned against the wall. Deep breath in, slow breath out. Deep breath in, slow breath out. I was ready. I opened a drawer, searching for just the right notepad. I wrote detailed directions to the filling station on the specialty notepad, right under the pre-printed message.
Returning to the door, I handed the man the paper. “I hope these directions are clear.”
A slow smile grew on the man’s face as he scanned the writing on the page. “Thank you for your kindness,” he said. “I see that the gas station is not very far from here. I see the path. I’ll be on my way.”
I watched as he got into his car and drove toward the crossroads. I bounded to the kitchen. Before returning the notepad to the drawer, I read the stamped message out loud.
“Proverbs 3:5-6, I read. “Trust in The Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.”
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