Share Your World: Mummified Food

July 20, 2020July 20, 2020 / animar64 / 4 Comments

Let’s share our world with Melanie- here is her prompt: Share Your World 7-20-2020

Where Do You Not Mind Waiting?

I don’t mind waiting outside for a storm to pass- lightning, rain, hail I love to look up and see those black clouds bust open right over my head.

What Is In Your Fridge Right Now? (you’re not required to give a comprehensive list)

Mummified food – have you ever seen those pictures of the crew that they found in permafrost from the Franklin Expedition? That’s what pops into mind when I think about the food in my fridge because I freeze most of it.

The preserved body of John Torrington, one of the Franklin expedition mummies left behind after the crew was lost in the Canadian Arctic in 1845.

If You Could Only Speak One Word Today, What Would It Be?

Cupcake.

Would You Rather Be Trapped In An Elevator Full Of Men With BO Or Three Soaked Dogs? (this is with the codicil that C-19 doesn’t exist)

I actually use an elevator every single day- and I ride it on numerous occasions. It’s over 80 years old and when we had to have repairs done on it we had to have the parts made for it because they don’t exist in stock anywhere.

So it’s like this.

If I got trapped in it I’d climb the gate and risk cutting up my hands because there’s no way I’d stay trapped in something that’s almost a hundred years old PERIOD.

My Monday world- I hope you enjoyed your visit.

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It Snuck Up On Me

July 20, 2020July 20, 2020 / animar64 / 5 Comments

Word of the Day Challenge:Lightly

When I was in highschool this guy used to bully me.

He would go out of his way to tell me I was fat, or ugly, he’d ask why did I wear my hair that way or why did I always have to raise my hand to answer questions in class- why didn’t I give someone else a chance?

He was just a jerk and at that time I was a lead guitarist in a band, I rode a motorcycle and on the weekends I flew down to L.A. and hung out at clubs with some of my friends who had moved down the year before, so his punk mouth and what came out of it wasn’t exactly something that kept me up at nights.

After we graduated I heard he had died and that he was about to start his career as a teacher. What a tragedy was the word on the grapevine. He had been such a super kid.

I was relieved- not happy, I didn’t laugh at the news , but I was absolutely relived that he wouldn’t be in a roomful of kids day after day and hour after hour because I wasn’t confident that he wouldn’t zero in on a few of those kids and find ways to shred them apart too.

I guess that I hadn’t taken that experience as lightly as I though I had.

Not lightly at all.