I don’t have much to talk about today, but I believe that one of my strengths as a personal blogger is the fact that I show up to my blog consistently regardless of what is, or isn’t, going on in my life.
Therefore, adhering to my own self-imposed blogging principle, I shall share with you, my gentle readers, 5 unique words that I’ve stumbled across in my research and reading.
I had to look them up in the dictionary because I hadn’t a clue about what they meant.
So far I haven’t found a way to slip any of these words into everyday conversation, but I’m working on it. Because a wordy girl has to use the words, you know?
WEBQOOF – someone who believes everything they read and see on social media
SOCKEROO – a notable success
OPSIMATH – someone who begins to learn or study late in life
ZEMBLANITY – predictable unpleasantries [the opposite of serendipity]
PLUVIOPHILE – someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days
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A gold star for any commenter who can weave these words into one coherent sentence… that’s not a list of these words. The use of semicolons is encouraged.
I saw this challenge floating around the blogosphere and I liked it because lately I’ve been looking for + doing different things here on my blog. I’m not a daily blogger, so I modified the rules creating a way in which I could participate.
THE “OFFICIAL” RULES*
Seven black and white photos of your life.
Challenge someone new each day.
THE “ALLY BEAN” RULES**
Seven black and white photos from your ordinary life.
No explanation of photos.
Suggest that someone else might want to do this, too.
The Black & White Photographs
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What I Learned
I LOOKED FOR objects that I see in my daily life. I excluded nature, signs, & anything having to do with beverages. This limited my options dramatically.
FINDING OBJECTS TO photograph with no people in the frame was more difficult to do than I realized it’d be.
FINDING A WAY to take a photo of an object that I see daily was not alway possible because getting perspective on things took some doing. If I was in a car in traffic or walking on a busy street with people, I couldn’t do it.
B&W PHOTOGRAPHY IS a whole different animal than color photography. Many of the photos that I thought would be great turned out to be duds.
I’m joining the Cherished Blogfest here. Cherished Blogfest is open to all bloggers who want to write about something that or someone who they cherish.
I wrote this post last week meaning to join the blogfest over the weekend, but I failed to meet the deadline.
However, with a hat tip to Joanne for letting me know, TPTB* have extended the Cherished Blogfest deadline to Sunday October 22nd so I’m in. Better late than never! Why not join in, too?
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This is my first grade school photo.
First you’ll notice that the photographer didn’t manage to center me in the frame. I was a wiggly little girl, so– you know.
Then you’ll notice that my white cotton blouse collar is going one direction while my itchy wool plaid jumper is going in a different direction.
Clothes horse, never been one.
If you’re still looking at the photo, and I do hope that you are, you’ll notice that I’m wearing spectacles.
Granted, they were dorky, unfashionable ones made of the strongest plastic available and were the cheapest ones on the rack at the doctor’s office– but I cherished these glasses.
And here’s why: my vision was lousy and it wasn’t until I got my first pair of spectacles that I actually began to see the world around me.
I mean, who knew that the green blob up on top of the tree trunk was actually lots of little green leaves?
Or that billboards along the highway had words and faces on them, not just random and abstract colorful smudges?
Again, not me.
Now I realize that many, many kids [and adults] hate eyeglasses– for whatever reasons. But I’m not one of them. I think spectacles are one of the best things on earth, having the power to instantly, safely connect a person with their environment, whether it be natural or bookish.
And because of that power, to this day I cherish my eyeglasses for what they have, and I hope continue to do, for me.
In fact, I respect my spectacles so much I even named my blog after them. You, my gentle readers, do realize that you’re reading The Spectacled Bean, right? 😎
I don’t know. I suppose it depends on how much I want to call out other bloggers on their less-than-stellar behaviors. I fear that my natural honesty and snark could easily sound passive-aggressive— and that would never do. So I hesitate.
I forgave the painters, two guys who are partners, because they’re good men who we’ve had paint other rooms, and their work is perfect. Yes, perfect. Our interior designer told one partner what color to use to in each room, but he got the colors mixed up because he was on his way to “the old country” [in Europe] where his father was seriously ill, subsequently passed away. Mistakes happen, you know? And they re-painted the family room the right color, so all’s well that ends well.
Crazy Bird Lady has calmed down over the years. No more banging metal pots to scare birds away. I saw a man from the HOA in her backyard pulling down all the shiny streamers, talking with her as he did so. She no longer shouts obscenities at the birds & the neighbors who feed them, and all her weird flower pots are gone. Now I only hear her when she’s talking to her dog– loudly talking, but saying normal things to her puppy.
I’ve never written flash fiction before, however Allie P. did this challenge here on her blog, Allie Potts Writes, and she’s one of the cool kids, so I’m following her lead. Thus I give you my first [and perhaps last] 50-word flash fiction story.
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The knock at the door was soft, but the weeping was loud. Mirabelle asked: “have you seen my mommy?”
Wanting to help, the neighbor called around, learning that her mommy had forgotten kindergarten dismissed early today.
Meanwhile Mirabelle waited, sitting on the sofa, shredding her tissue, forlorn, and plotting revenge.
√ The bathroom is close to being finished. We’re waiting on the rest of the decorative tile that the tile guy, when he’s available, will use to make a backsplash behind the sinks.
The tile, shipped from California, is apparently coming via pony express, whose riders like to spend a few nights vacation in Las Vegas before heading east with it.
Or maybe it arrives via passenger pigeon. At this point I’ve lost track of how it gets here, and only know that I want it here because until that decorative tile makes me happy this project won’t be over. So I wait.
√ The family room is in process. We had a small set-back when the painters fessed up to painting it the wrong color. They had used the bathroom wall color in the family room. While the colors are similar, they aren’t interchangeable… so the painters graciously made things right and re-painted the family room.
I’ll show you a pic of the finished room, with proper color on its walls when I do my final post about this remodeling wild ride. Sometime this month? This year? During my lifetime? Who knows?
√ The laundry room is in good shape. The washer and dryer are here, the counter and tile have been installed, and the walls have been painted the proper color. 🙄
The only difficulty with the laundry room now is that it’s on the way to the garage– that’s still a warehouse for things to come. I look forward to parking my car where the bathtub is now, and walking from the garage into the laundry room unimpeded. I dream big, don’t I?
√ The kitchen remains in a holding pattern. There’s no sign of the microwave. It’s MIA. And conversations about replacing the old caulk that’s between the granite countertop and the tile backsplash have taken a turn for the absurd.
Seems that our grout and our caulk don’t match– and they’re [were] supposed to. While I’m the first to say the combo looked good to me [for the last 9 years], these particular colors, that I’ve dubbed Dragon Snot and Cat Barf, are no longer available. Hence, there’s been much discussion about what currently available caulk color to use now; Antique Dog Tooth seems to be in the lead. Because, why not?
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August is a slow month in the blogosphere, and I don’t feel like writing & posting my usual 2 or 3 times per week.
So for this month I’ll be here once a week sharing my flapdoodle and twaddle with those who are around to read it. See you next week, kids.