If my posts look like they have been skinny, it’s because they were and if you noticed you get a gold star.
This is what happened.
My youngest son and his family came from out of state for a week so I was off doing stuff with my four year old granddaughter- things like lighting stuff on
fire, taking pictures playing on playground equipment and eating snacks- there were oh so many snacks.
But I’m back now and I’ll be writing for real posts starting on Monday.
Anita
RDP Saturday: EGGS
When my little sister was in kindergarten she came home from school one day announced she had homework. She said she had to learn a song for music day and after dinner we went out to the living room and my dad actually turned off the tv- you have to understand something.
This was an American household in the early 1970’s- the tv was God. It was never turned off and silenced.
Anyway my sister stood in the middle of the living room and when she had our attention she sang:
Oh I had a little chickie and it wouldn’t lay an egg
so I poured hot water up and down it’s leg
Oh the little chickie hollered and the little chickie begged
and the little chickie laid a hard boiled egg.
My brother who was sitting next to me started to laugh.
My parents looked at each other and then they looked at my sister and then my Dad said to me, ” Did you teach her that song?”
” No. She learned it in school. You heard her. ”
” Go to your room and don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again. ”
I was used to getting nailed for doing stupid things and saying stupid things but this wasn’t one of them. Plus I thought the song was horrifying. I liked animals and I never would have made one up where some poor chickie gets scalded with hot water.
Believe it or not, I had been scalded in a kitchen mishap a few years before when I was five years old and I knew it was nothing to sing about.
I stomped off to my room and my parents tried to get my sister to sing the real song she was supposed to learn and she insisted that was the real song so to humor her they listened to her sing it like a dozen times.
When she was done my Dad showed up in my room and grounded me for being a ‘smart ass’ and on his way out he slammed the door.
I heard Mom call one of her friends and ask about the chickie song and she found out that it was the real deal.
I waited for a few minutes and I called out, “am I still on restriction? ”
My Dad said no and when I walked out of my room and looked at him I kind of smirked, he pointed at my room and I walked back in- where I sang the chickie song until my voice was gone.
RDP WEDNESDAY: RESIDUE
Photo A.M. Moscoso
There was a run of suicides on the tracks my train uses last month- there was at least one a week.
Some people suggested that the inconsiderate jerks who threw themselves under the train should have stayed home and ‘eaten a bullet’.
My question is- which child in the video was the person on the tracks and which was the unfeeling ‘ let then eat a bullet ” child?
At what point did those people become so emotionally detached from their own sense of humanity that they allowed themselves to be torn apart by a speeding train or would open their mouth and say without a care in the world for how it would say to a train car full of people that ‘ that SOB should have stayed home and eaten a bullet, sorry your life sucks but I have things to do- I have a life. “
I know the person who ended their life has my sympathy- should the people who suggested that the deceased should have ‘eaten a bullet’ for the sake of the convenience of those around them have it too?
And if if I deny either of them my sympathy and caring what does that say about me? If I don’t care about myself or other people and I keep feeling that way, do parts of my soul just die off until nothing is left except a brief residue of the better person that I could have been?
amm
As a side note in this video: “Anorexic” is a medical term for a symptom, the loss of appetite and interest in food. It is not the same as “anorexia nervosa” which is a psychiatric disorder. In popular/lay use, people often say anorexia when what they are actually referring to is anorexia nervosa, which is where the apparent confusion comes from.
I was going through my emails and saw these prompt titles in the subject line.
The prompts themselves are actually more detailed and are not one word prompts, but together I saw an idea come together, so I went with it:
Peter Lippmann
Before he turned away
and they both knew that this time it would be for good
his father said,
” Pick a door, any door slam it shut behind you. Then nail it shut, set fire to it if you
want. I think you deserve to forget it was ever here. ”
Before he turned away
and he knew he would be back again soon
he saw the smooth plot of earth next to his Father’s grave
and he hoped against hope
he would never say those words
to his own Son one day.
But he knew he probably would.
Andrew Wyeth