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 |   Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
 "Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself." CHARLIE CHAPLIN  Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. David Whyte        This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts. |
| Prompt: What did you do last weekend? Did it turn out better or worse than you had planned? ------------- Oh well, I guess I am happy with this question as it shows interest in my personal life. The question shines as a common social practice to inquire about my recent experiences or activities as a way to connect on a personal level. In fact, it helps in building rapport and maintaining a friendly and engaging conversation. Well, the problem is, I don't necessarily remember a dull weekend or any other dull time, and even a half-cooked exciting time; therefore, although it has been five days since, I have difficulty recalling it. So I asked my son, who came here to stay with me for a month or two, what we did last weekend. Ha ha! He had a hard time recalling it, too. Imagine that he is 26 years younger than me! Then, he came up with this: "Mom, remember that the guy who keeps calling you ten times a day to ask for donation for Veterans or Firefighters or something like that? He didn't call that Saturday and Sunday, and you said, 'What a relief!'" So, here's something from the mouth of a babe who is over 50 in years. Then, of course, I have the cat, Noche. As usual, I took care of her needs and meowed with her. Then, I'm sure, I read and wrote stuff as I do everyday and probably I sat on the bed fooling around with my Kindle Fire with a heating pad on my back, which has been telling me--my back not the Kindle Fire-- that it is not doing so well. Come to think of it, it is possible that I peeled some garlic heads and then stored their naked cloves in a glass jar. I mean, how can I do such a painstaking job on a weekday when a guy with a southern accent and a specific voice calls on the phone--repeatedly--to say "Hell-er," while he well knows that I'd put the phone down without any words, after in the past I asked him--again repeatedly--not to call? I can't do anything about this because AT&T doesn't give many options on landlines. Then, while writing this, I got another call from him just as I was thinking, "Oh, great! Weekend comes tomorrow." Yay for weekends! . |
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