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For Fun

Have you ever had surgery? What for?

Isn’t there a better way to word these ridiculous prompts?

I’ll play along today, WordPress.

Yes, I had a tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy at the age of four. Repeated ear infections were causing me to lose my hearing, so the adenoids – along with the tonsils as a bonus – had to go.

I woke up during the surgery, and a nice nurse told me to go back to sleep. Many years later, I would end up working in that same hospital. But I could never find my tonsils or my adenoids. They must’ve hidden them well. 

My hearing came back, and all was functioning well until recently when the ear infections returned, and now I am almost completely deaf in my left ear. No one really knows why, except repeated infections are known to do that. Does that answer your question, WordPress? Is this prompt data mining for the selling of organs on the black market?

This is me at the height of my sickness, and just prior to my surgery. At least that’s what my mom told me. The puppy in my lap is Flower. She died of distemper shortly after this. My mom talked about how much she loved this dog for the rest of her life.
animals · birds · conservation · daily prompt · Humor · Love · Nature · Nature photography · Summer

Mourning Dove Love

Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?

I didn’t want to answer this prompt by saying, “I recycle, reuse and repurpose,” not because I don’t do those things (I do), but because I felt like it would be a common answer. After a bit of deliberation, I found my prompt answer in an unusual spot. It seems the mourning doves felt very comfortable and a bit frisky in the front flower bed this morning.

That got me thinking. I have noticed there are teenaged squirrels in the backyard and teenaged starlings at the birdbath.

Thus, my contribution to sustainability is providing a natural reproductive habitat for birds, rodents, insects, and possibly Toady McToaderson – if he can find his mate one of these nights. Poor Toady.

Mourning Doves feeling the love
daily prompt · Humor

I Can’t See The Haters

If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?

‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)

– lyrics from Shake It Off, Taylor Swift

Haters gonna hate, but if I can’t see them, it doesn’t matter
daily prompt · Writing

Breadcrumbs

Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to adolescence? (Prompt altered for context.)

Breadcrumbing signs

A typical breadcrumber might:

  • fail to reply to texts or chats for several days or weeks, then send a few long messages without explaining why they temporarily disappeared
  • mention shared interests or experiences to reinforce a sense of connection 
  • keep you looking to the future with vague statements like, “Let’s pencil that in”
  • imply that they’d love to see you but ignore your requests to make an actual plan
  • keep messages superficial and generic instead of offering concrete details or showing interest in your daily life
  • view or like your social media posts without responding, while still ignoring actual messages you’ve sent
  • communicate primarily with photos, memes, or emoji
  • show interest in hooking up but not spending non-physical time together

Source: https://www.healthline.com/health/relationships/breadcrumbing#takeaway

Bread-crumbing will stop only if you refuse to exist only on small pieces of stale bread. They’re not going to stop dropping breadcrumbs like they’re sloppily making Thanksgiving stuffing, so the onus is on the person who wants the actual meal, not the topping. And if you have a gluten allergy, run for the hills. Everyone else, just run away from the crumbs. Find the whole loaf of bread somewhere else. 

daily prompt · history

Elizabeth I

Who is your favorite historical figure?

I would rather be a beggar and single than a queen and married.

I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.

A clear and innocent conscience fears nothing.

All my possessions for a moment of time.

Those who appear the most sanctified are the worst.

I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested

I pray to God that I shall not live one hour after I have thought of using deception.

The end crowneth the work.

daily prompt · poems · poetry · Writing

Delicate

Write about your first crush.

They’re all bunched together now

In my head somehow

I can’t tell you about the first one

Without telling you about the second one

And so on and so on and so on

So let me bring it to now:

I don’t want to write about it

It’ll get jinxed

I won’t breathe it into life on the paper

Or the screen

If you’ve ever tried to keep something safe

You’ll know what I mean

It’s not cool if I say all that

I think it’s chill that it’s in my head

But

I don’t wanna share

It’s delicate

Inspired by the song Delicate by Taylor Swift

This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black
Come here, you can meet me in the back
Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you
Oh damn, never seen that color blue
Just think of the fun things we could do

This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me
(Yeah, I want you)
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

Isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it?
Isn’t it delicate?

Third floor on the West Side, me and you
Handsome, you’re a mansion with a view
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
Long night with your hands up in my hair
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share

This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me
(Yeah, I want you)
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

Isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it?
Isn’t it delicate?

Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep
Are you ever dreaming of me?
Sometimes when I look into your eyes
I pretend you’re mine all the damn time

Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)

Is it cool that I said all that? (Isn’t it?)
Is it chill that you’re in my head? (Isn’t it, isn’t it?)
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (isn’t it delicate?)
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that? (Isn’t it?)
Is it too soon to do this yet? (Isn’t it, isn’t it?)
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

Isn’t it delicate?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Taylor Swift / Max Martin / Johan Karl Schuster

Delicate lyrics © Taylor Swift Music, Mxm Music Ab, Songs Of Universal Inc

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