A friend brought me some flowers on Christmas Eve. So many, I took half to the cemetery when I went to visit Dad. I had bought roses for him; I took one out and popped it between the carnations in my vase. That made him sort of with us.
It is not my intention to be maudlin, so here are some more cheerful responses to WordPress prompts:
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Are you a good to people you don’t know?
Yes. With the notable exception of WordPress prompters who shove in random prepositions when writing prompts.
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What’s the longest you’ve ever walked in a single day?
I could write about Blackpool, England or Alberton, South Africa here, but the effects of my cold are such that just making it to the kitchen at the moment feels like I’ve crawled a marathon; so I won’t.
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Where do you find strength?
From the Hub. Whenever he talks to me I grit my teeth and say, ‘Give me strength…’
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What will you try to do everyday next year?
Avoid debilitating colds.
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Would you ever fight over a sneaker? (In Seattle, WA, several fights broke out at stores selling the new Air Jordan sneaker.)
Image via Wikipedia
How shallow do you think I am?*
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What are some possible new years resolutions for you?
- Try not to be offended when people ask me insulting shoe questions
- Be nice to WordPress prompters
- Avoid debilitating colds
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Write about your oldest friend
You can read all about Viv in my France posts…
…oh, you meant, friend I’ve known the longest…
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When you go to an movie theater, do you prefer it to be empty so can sit anywhere you like? Or do you prefer a packed house like on opening night?
So long as there are no WordPress prompters bringing along spare prepositions but leaving their pronouns at home, I don’t mind. Extraneous words make me uneasy and I don’t like to be around them.
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Finish this sentence: there are two kinds of people in the world, those that….
There are two kinds of people in the world, those that are comfortable around misplaced prepositions; and those that are not.
Those that? Those who, surely? Or which? And there are more than two kinds of people in the world. I’m pretty certain about that.
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who drive themselves nuts about silly things; and those who don’t. Guess which kind I am.
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The Laughing Housewife 
Oy, I’m not THAT old. Am I?
What’s a sneaker – apart from a tell-tale-tit?
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Not that old; just the oldest – and therefore wisest, o sage one – of my friends.
A sneaker is a trainer, a pump, a tennis shoe.
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Can you bottle that glass-half-full disposition and send some my way, please?!
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That lone peach rose is quite touching… right in the middle of all those carnations.. the silent observer of the pinnings of the heart. 😦
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I miss my Dad.
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– there are two kinds of people in the world, those who make sweeping generalisations and those who don’t
I’m sorry that you are so sad about missing your Dad; and I love the rose in amongst the other flowers. A little gesture can so much.
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I am always sad about my Mum and Dad. They spent almost every Christmas with us. They weren’t perfect but they loved us more than anything. You can’t buy that.
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A little gesture can mean so much. (I’m making up for WordPress adding extra words)
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(oops…. that comment to replace my missing word was added before I saw your reply!)
No one is perfect, but its the specific imperfections that make each person an individual and adds to their appeal. You were lucky to have two such loving parents.
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I was; and I know it 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Lovely.
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Thanks 🙂
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Would you fight over a shoe? Really? People write about that? I thought it was bad enough that they actually fought over them.
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Now you surprise me, Rumpydog, because I thought for sure you would fight over a shoe 🙂
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Remembering our love ones who are no longer with us always touch my heart knowing it’s both a time of joy and sadness. Joy that we had the chance to love and be love and sadness because no matter how much our hearts yearn to embrace them once again, specially this holidays, we no longer can. Beautiful post. Happy New Year….
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Thank you for your lovely comment. Happy New Year to you, too.
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As always you have put the prompts into proper perspective. I understand about missing your Dad, I lost mine and I miss him very much all the time, instead of being in the kitchen with my mother, I was always sous chef for my father, he taught me everything that I know except for the baking. I learned that on my own. The one rose made the bouquet extra special. It is funny that despite the fact that in America, we speak English, we sometimes confuse you across the pond with our different vocabulary. I was thinking of Viv not being sure of the sneaker, and you enlightening her with your proper words for it.
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I am a Yankophile (not sure what the correct term is for my love affair with America) so I know a lot of the jargon 🙂
My Dad died on Christmas Eve 2000 so it’s a bittersweet time. I miss my Mum as well, but she died mid-January so there’s no holiday to remind me.
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I think the flower gesture was really lovely.
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Thnaks Col 🙂
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Speaking of fights breaking out in stange places, did you hear about the monks who caused a melee in Bethlehem? Seems the Armenian and Greek monks cleaning the Church of the Nativity for their Orthodox Christmas celebration in early January got into a broom fight. The police were called and confiscated their brooms. Dianne (true story in the Washington Times 12/29/2011
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That was the Palestinian police.
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I did. I confess to laughing rather loudly 🙂
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Sorry you’re missing your dad. 😦
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Thanks Nancy. I always will. I consider it a good thing because it means he was valued. Same for my Mum and my inlaws.
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When I think about the longest I’ve ever walked, I was visiting New York and my friend came in from Long Island to spend the day with us. She wanted to show us the city. I didn’t realized we’d be walking for 10 hours to see the city. She said “you didn’t think you’d see it in a cab did you?” Ok, I did get a break for meals LOL.
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I bet you found it easy. It’s walking in a straight line with no scenery that kills 🙂
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You are still the sharpest knife in the drawer. I was chuckling away – the first time today.
I was touched by the way you brought your dad home in the form of a rose.
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Thank you Harry. 🙂
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An excellent post. Poignant to start with, and then funny.
I love your comments about the WordPress prompters!
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Let’s hope they never read them!
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Ouch, poor Viv. I bet she won’t be inviting you over any time soon!
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It wasn’t rude! Facts are never rude 😉
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I’m so sorry for your sadness, Tilly Bud. I really do believe that he’s with you, watching over and smiling at you.
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Thank you Kay. If we didn’t have that sadness, they won’t have meant much to us, so I don’t mind it.
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I am sorry about your dad and your mum, Tilly. Always remember happy moment that you spent with them 🙂 Knowing that they loved you and you love them 🙂
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I do, Yulia. Thank you 🙂
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You are so good at those WordPress prompt whereas I blankly stare at them and there is nothing that comes to mind. I hate you for being able to come up with a response. I hope the cold goes visiting somewhere else and leaves you in peace. 🙂
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Aw, with good wishes like that you don’t really hate me 🙂
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