Category: This and That

early daffodils

My Place, Nature, photos, Sometimes, This and That

These daffodils are always the first to open. This particular line of flowers came from bulbs that were dug up on the western side of the property when they built the horse yards several years ago. Originally those bulbs were planted by my late husband Bob a couple of decades ago on the perimeters of our property… (Photos ©Sometimes 2021)

Why are we here? Why do we Blog?

This and That

One of my favorite Reblogs.

SOMETIMES

Why Blog?

All it takes to write in a Blog
Is a Writer who is a Blogger
and a Reader who reads Blogs.

If someone is reading that Blog
–even if the blog is about nothing–
then all the components are there:

the Blogger blogs,
and the Reader reads.
And IF he is reading,
and she is blogging,
then there is a connection…
a piece of her mind
–for good or for bad–
is read and ingested
and taken to heart

.So what if the Post is about Nothing?

If its being read… someone is interested,
this is obvious right from the start.
The Key to blogging may be
not so much clever phrases
or figures of speech
as simply a communication.

So, if a blog is about Something
then it can’t be about Nothing.

What does that all mean?

If one is blogging…
well, they are blogging.
and if…

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I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger

This and That

I originally wrote this story in 2015, when enrolled in a WordPress fiction-writing class.

SOMETIMES

[Day 6, Characterization Exercise, WRITING 101.]

Note: this person may be fictious.

I was having some Mcnuggets and a chocolate shake, at a familiar fast-foods place where I had dined countless times before. It seemed odd that I had never before noticed the woman with the broom.

Knocking over the shake was accidental, a careless flick of the hand. It made a “flup” sound as the paper cup crashed to the floor, and sort of exploded like toothpaste, spreading in a mess on the floor. In a moment of quiet horror we both stared at the substance flowing onto the floor, its whipped cream and cherry floating out gently like an island.

As I sat there agape, the woman sprang into action. Abandoning her broom, which was useless against the icy goo, she dashed to the paper-napkin dispenser (over by the pop machine) and grabbed a handful. She deftly gathered…

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