Getting To Know All About You

Getting To Know You

Have you ever learned to fight or taken self-defense lessons – why did you feel this was necessary or was this something that you wanted to know to feel safer?
A man who resorts to violence has already lost the battle.
The Army no longer accepts karate experts.  The first time they salute, they kill themselves.
If it’s soft, hit it with your fist.  If it’s hard, hit it with a stick.
I haven’t lost a fight since I learned to run.

Now that the humor and philosophy are out of the way….  With my shake, and lack of muscle control, these are all true for me.  I could injure myself in training.  Backed into a corner – fight fast and dirty.  Hit it with a stick, or a brick – and run like Hell.  There is no shame in surviving.  I use my head to prevent getting into situations where I might have to use my feet.  I cannot lose a battle I did not get into.  A soft answer turneth away wrath.  I’ve also seen humor work.

Do you spell grey as gray and also is it colour or color?

 

We Canadians confuse the rest of the world.  We talk like Americans, spell like the British, and throw in random French words.  Socially sandwiched between Britain and the US, I am as likely to spell it grey, as I am gray, without even noticing it until the American English Spell-Check puts a red line beneath it.

I probably have more American readers that I do British or Canadian.  Unless I’m submitting Fibbing Fridays to our gracious hostess in Lincolnshire, I tend to leave the redundant U’s out.  My blog-tag is spelled humor, not humour.

If you typed as slowly and laboriously as I do, you’d realize that skipping all those extra single letters adds up to me being able to go for dinner just that much earlier.

 

Are you now or have you ever been afraid of the dark?

 

NEVER!  My family never indulged in the Monsters under the bed or in the closet silliness.  Even as a child, I was wise enough to know that there were times and places where there might be something in the dark to be wary of, but never the dark itself.

As a teen, I sometimes participated in a Chase/Hide-and Seek game that had me in dark lumber storage buildings, or abandoned factories.  Coming home late at night from the beach bowling alley, I could save half a mile of walking by following an abandoned rail line through a narrow evergreen forest corridor.  I learned to feel the ties and rails that I could not see.  What I did sometimes see, were fireflies, which made the dark walk worthwhile and enjoyable.

The wife and I have been down in two Virginia caves/caverns.  In one, the guide made sure that no-one was fearful, and turned the cave lights off for Total darkness – before glowing watches and smart phones

 

Where do you prefer to do most of your clothing shopping – online or in-store?

 

It’s a little hard to try something on over the internet.  I remember small-town catalog-shopping with both Canadian Eaton’s, and American Sears.  There were too many things that had to be returned – expensive and time-consuming.  You never got the right-size replacement in time for a birthday or Christmas present.

Even an item that fit in the store, doesn’t fit when you order it online.  Tops get smaller, and shoes get larger – a size 8 then, is a size 10 now.  Other than shoes, I may never buy more clothes.  I’ll go into my coffin with four shirts and two pairs of pants, looking like an Arctic explorer.  I’m searching for the post that revealed that my kindly, thoughtful, OCD, wife has put 42 polo shirts in my closet.

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Anything else ya wanna know??  😕

’23 A To Z Challenge – F

An author who had moved to southwest Texas was complaining about

FIRE ANTS

and wanted to know how to get rid of them.  The son kindly offered the advice that, napalm is usually sufficient, but to be really sure, sometimes thermonuclear is required.

While the arc of my life has not been a bright, brilliant, meteoric one, still, I am happy and satisfied with it.  I have run a good race.  I would very much like to keep running a little longer, although nowadays it’s more like just a fast shuffle.

As I approach 80, I am not morose about the inevitability that the end is approaching.  It’s just that I don’t get the feeling that “it’s over.”  There are still many things that I wish to do and see and experience.  I don’t want the ride to be finished.

It’s a feeling that many of us get, and it’s not just about our mortality.  I recently ran into a frilly little word which describes the emotion.

FINIFUGAL

Finifugal /fan· ee ·fyoo ·gal/ adj. Definition: The word finifugal is an adjective that describes a person who prolongs or tries to put off emotional endings.  It’s probably one reason why so many people ghost the end of their romantic relationships.

We’ve all experienced this feeling.  Finifugal is the resistance to the end of something.  As long as we’re living, we’re moving – and as long as I’m moving, I’m living.  I fully intend to take a couple of victory laps – but not any time soon.  I have a blogpost planned for The Last Time, as a bookend for The First Time one that I did some years ago.  I am pleasantly surprised by the small number of things that I’ve had to stop.

You keep coming around to read, and I’ll keep finding (allegedly) interesting things to blather about.

EXCELSIOR!

Flash Fiction #284

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

SPIN SPIN SPIN

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
I have to run faster and faster, just to stay in the same place.

It is pleasant to recline in the lap of technology – so many things to make our lives quicker and easier – but, there is a cost to pay.  Change has been thrust upon us, occurring more and more often.

Studies show if the maze is constantly altered, the lab rat eventually goes insane – which brings us to cops killing innocent people, and schoolboys committing mass murders.  It’s not the testosterone or guns. Our easy, effortless lives are killing us.

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If you’d like to join the fun with the Friday Fictioneers, go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

Fibulous Fibbing Friday

Each month, Pensitivity101 publishes a list of questions or statements that we are encouraged to provide creative, adventurous – if not exactly truthful – responses to.  The following is my most recent attempt.

  1. A stitch in time saves……………………………………..
    2. Too many cooks…………………………………………….
    3. Many hands make………………………………………….
    4. A bird in the hand ………………………………………..
    5. Actions speak louder……………………………………….
    6. All that glitters………………………………………………
    7. People in glass houses……………………………………
    8. Fools rush in ………………………………………………..
    9. Don’t count your chickens ……………………………..
    10. Give them an inch…………………………………………

A stitch in time saves – me from having to complete this 5K “Fun Run” that I so unwisely signed up for.  If God had intended us to run, He wouldn’t have invented Uber.  😮

Too many cooks – add so many red-hot peppers, that you could die at a Texas Chili Cook-off.  😥

Many hands make – a complete game of bridge, although I don’t understand why anyone plays it.  I just don’t have the attention span.  😉  😆  See what I did there?  😕

A bird in the hand – can be quite messy.  Always use your COVID gloves.  The drunk said to the host, “If you don’t have any lemons, I think I just squeezed your canary into my drink.”  😳

Actions speak louder – to get the attention of members of the Woke generation.  Sometimes it takes a good slap upside the head to convince them that they’re not as right as they imagine they are.  😯

All that glitters – is impossible to vacuum out of the carpet.  Who invented that shit?  Chinese terrorists??!  Sawdust is guy-glitter, but at least you can sweep it up.  😎

People in glass houses – should buy thick curtains.  Clean windows are important, but so is privacy.  😛

Fools rush in – and guys like Trump get elected.  😳  😯

Don’t count your chickens – because I raided your freezer.  I came over last week to ‘borrow’ a cup of Zinfandel, but you were driving your husband to the airport, so I ‘borrowed’ an entire bottle while I waited for you.  (Don’t count on your wine supply, either.)  I didn’t have anything in stock for supper, and one thing led to another….   😯

Give them an inch – and the anti-vaxxer conspiracy nuts won’t be any closer to protecting themselves and the rest of society.  😳

I’ll publish another post in a couple of days.  I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth….ish.