I chuckle as I write this. I can’t think of anything else when the word screen shows up as today’s prompt.
Why would the word screen rouse a chuckle out of me?
Well it reminded me of my short, sizzling courtship with my husband nearly sixteen years ago and when we first met.
I remember the first thought that I had when I looked at his glasses.
They were as big as a Boeing 727 jet with wide screen and behind the wide screen were very beautiful eyes.
I wondered why he was wearing contact lens and wearing such big screen in the name of glasses at the same time.
It turned out that they are not contact, but my husband has hazel eyes.
For a fully black man, that is not common. It was mostly albinos that I knew that had light eyes in Africa, but as time went on, I got to learn of Africans with blue eyes.
I think it was those lovely hazel eyes of his that got me and yes, for the love of me, he got rid of the Boeing 727 and we settled for a lovely pair of Tom Ford frames.
I don’t know what your are thinking, but this is what I am talking about 😉
The Vervet monkey, a native of Africa does have blue balls. You can click on this Wikipedia link for more details.
I have mixed feelings about caged animals. One part of me feels sorry for them and that they should be in the wild where they belong, then the hungry part of me that wants to know so much is glad to see them in the zoo where I get to know about them. A difficult feeling to reconcile.
Today’s one of those days that I wake up questioning my madness once again. It’s 4.30 am and my mind was to toss the alarm clock under the bed.
My body felt heavy and I had a dull headache as if I hadn’t slept *well, some creatures were perambulating in my head as I was trying to get my beauty sleep* and I honestly felt like just getting the children to school in my nightwear and crawling back under my lovely duvet.
Excuse my French, I simply felt shitty! For so many reasons both known and unknown.
The primary thought on my mind is why on Earth am I grinding my teeth, determined to keep writing, when I can choose a nice calm career that might not require a lot of my mental faculties.
At this point I was beginning to think fleetingly that a career as a dog walker would be just fascinating and soothe my frazzled nerves.
The dogs will keep me in shape and amuse me as well, and I could tell my tales to them as they gaze at me in pure admiration. Madness.
I dragged myself into the steamy hot shower and allowed the water to cascade down for several minutes. It’s so soothing and blissful. It revs up my engine.
Jumping into my exercise gear, I dilly-dally on the computer a bit before waking the young’uns to get ready for school and breakfast.
Mind over matter, I kept muttering to my mind and mind won.
I hit the trail, poured out some sweat and the headache was lost in transit.
Now, I sit down here in Starbucks, checking out freelance opportunities and looking at people pass me by. It’s all good as I feel a lift in my spirit and I am thankful for the ability to literally drag myself by my boot straps and get going.
Indeed, there are days in our lives that are filled with such moments of misgivings, but when we sit and appreciate the little things that surrounds us and our well-being, the picture looks brighter.
Have you experienced one of such day’s recently? How did you handle it? I like learning new ways.
Since I am living in a desert city, I will write my prompt based on being stranded on a deserted sea of sand.
The desert is a fascinating landscape yet it can be merciless in retribution. A sand storm can spring unannounced and those fine, endless sand can get into areas better left imagined.
Living here and driving by huge expanse of sand ever so often, makes me appreciate the flowing robes, ‘Thobe for the men and Jalabiyafor women,’ that the Middle -Easterners wear as their national attire. It is not just a symbol of religion, but also derived over the ages as an attire of comfort and adaptability to their environment.
The blistering hot arid sands of the afternoon, quickly gives way to alarming freezing cold at nights that one must be well equipped to survive in the environment.
So, for me the five items would be:
A loose fitting robe, with flowing scarves, so that I can wear other things under to keep warm when needed, then use the scarf to keep out the fine sand that can get into eyes, the nostrils, the mouth, the ears, the underside and everywhere.
A huge flask of water to abate the thirst. Yes it’s arid and bone dry and who knows where the next oasis will be. Thirst and dehydration kills faster than not having food for days.
I will need my phone and charger with full service so that I can use the GPS to find my way, to make a call for help and to listen to music.
Food, food, food, even if they are just dry dates and energy bars and tins of beans.
Now for this last part, I will cheat by sneaking in somethings: A desert tent and pillow, some good read and a convertible gas lamp which can be used to warm stuff, keep an eye out for the desert snakes and all sorts of vicious creatures. Maybe those their wicked looking curved blades might me handy for any marauding Berber.
Can I bring my husband? He can be quite handy you know 😉
Food. Yes. It is one thing that we all partake of throughout our lives. It evokes a whole lot of good feelings and memories in most of us.
It is used to celebrate virtually every form of congregation known to man and as a former food business owner, it is a very profitable business, but also a slave master that requires so much work to produce a piece of delicacy that is consumed in a bite.
As though Linda is aware of my last night’s secrets of eating a little more helping from the buffet, with the prompt word ‘Food,’ I might as well confess and write the thoughts that I had when my eyes beheld the arrays of edible brilliance.
The Song Of My Taste Buds
The flowing fountain of chocolate
The decadent slices of creme brulee, creamy cakes and buttery cups of cream caramel
The offerings of fish dishes, pan-fried, battered, deep-fried baked or barbecued,
They all seemed, fluffy and delicious, asking for a taste.
Rice in such designs, from vegetable, to plain, to white, to curry, it’s all nice
The sauteed meats and the not so laughing cow
Giant shrimps and huge prawns with beady eyes,
The crabs claws looks set to give the fingers a pinch
The steam rising from the chaffing dishes,
Disseminating the flavourful aroma of dishes a plenty
Mashed potatoes to go with black pepper sauce
Artichokes, Mushrooms, Broccoli, Lettuce and so much more
Pot roast, meatloaf, clam chowders oh my
All the drool inducing platters
An orchestra to ravenous appetite
The soft music plays on as we rotate round the food circle
A bite, a sip of drink and laughter
The elation on the faces of the consumers, says it all