And If It’s Half Broke?

There’s an old saying that “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Leave well enough alone.

But what if it’s only a little broke? Still works, sort of? There are folks who fix the leaky faucet before it becomes a flood under the sink. Fix that oil leak in the car before the motor seizes up. If you ask, “Why worry about it when the problem’s so small,” they’ll tell you, “Procrastination only leads to disaster.”

And there are those of us who tend to hobble along with things as they are, hoping for a miracle, until the thing breaks down totally and becomes a real nuisance. When the drain pipe is totally clogged and the sink overflows, it’s time for action. When the tire’s almost flat, it’s time to have the leak repaired. There are those who go to a doctor while the problem is still small, while others have a health issue they hope will resolve itself. When they can hardly drag themselves out of bed in the morning it’s time to see the doctor.

A friend of my folks, a prairie farmer of Scottish birth, was fearful about the odd bulge developing on his hip. He ignored it and carried on, half fearing that if he saw a doctor, he’d hear the dreaded C word. Finally it became so big that he did visit the doctor, who sent him straight to the hospital. “That bulge is an aneurysm! It could burst any moment and you’d be dead in minutes.”

Sadly, we procrastinators are apt do this with relationships too. It’s risky to ask exactly what he/she meant by that comment. They might tells us exactly what they think of our behaviour and their words will likely be painful. So we tell ourselves, “Just let it go.” Yet the comment digs into us and festers. Usually more verbal exchanges happen and finally we’re pussyfooting around each other. The times we brave it and talk the thing over, we find it was only one point they objected to, not our whole personality. Or we completely misunderstood their remark. I can recall times when I’ve said something just as a joke, thinking the other person would get it, only to find out later from a third party that they took my comment seriously and were quite upset with me.

Image: Robin Higgins — Pixabay

What led to my musing this morning is my issue with WordPress. WP isn’t working 100% for me, but it still functions well most of the time. At times, though, the program won’t recognize my e-mail address so I have to give my username and log in anew. Especially for some blogs, while others I can leave Likes and comments no problem. So I just carry on and hope the problem will disappear. Will it, do you think?

Developers with their many “improvements” have made life so complicated for us simple minds! Sometimes I gripe that if the engineers at WordPress didn’t fix things that were working just fine, blogging would be simpler. However, I realize they were trying to accommodate a wide range of bloggers with other interests than mine, so I’ll hush it. I’m still very grateful to have this platform where I can ramble to my heart’s content. 🙂

A Day in the Deep

Here’s my very slow response to last Sunday’s Six Sentence Stories prompt, hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge. The prompt word given is RHYTHM

A Day in the Deep Blue Sea

“Does the rhythm of the waves want to rock you to sleep, mate?”

“It does that, Ab, and all this blue isn’t apt to keep a fella awake, either, after we been hard at it half the night.”

“Well, you’d better act lively ‘cause we got at least another hour’s work if’n we wanna reach that there speck of an island.”

“Just think about sharks tipping us over and chewing us up before we get there; that should keep you swingin’ your oar right smartly, Tom,” said Davy.

“If we was smart, we’d ‘a took a better look at that old tub before we signed on as crew,” Mick grumbled as he swung his oar in rhythm with Tom’s.

“You fellas see anything of the other lifeboat,” Ab asked as his eyes scanned the ocean again, but none of them had.

Writing Prompt Swamped

Hello again fellow bloggers and readers. I was ambling a bit this morning, checking out a few other blogs, and came across one where E. M. Kingston shares the love by listing a number of blogging challenges. You can check out her list here: WHERE TO FIND PROMPTS AND CHALLENGES.

I was surprised — astounded even — by the number of daily and weekly writing prompts she’s found out there! Also, I see she’s missed some of the main ones I’m familiar with, like Girlie on the edge’s Six Sentence Stories and Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

And if you’d like more ideas, check out Cee Neuner’s list of writing prompts. She has hers here, neatly divided into Photo and Writing challenges: FOR THE LOVE OF CHALLENGES.

Now that I’ve shared the love with these prompt choices, I’ll caution new bloggers to pick just a few prompts and follow them. It’s so easy to charge ahead, then run out of steam. Also, you’re more-or-less expected to check out others who’ve responded to this challenge and that takes time. Besides, if you do more than two posts a day your followers likely won’t read them anyway, because most of us follow a number of blogs and don’t have time to read several daily posts from each blogger.

You other bloggers + blog readers, please leave a comment with your thoughts on doing and following blogging challenges — or add one that’s been missed on both lists. 🙂

Doodling Doesn’t Pay

It’s time to post another Six Sentence Story, so here’s my response to this week’s prompt word BOOK. Six Sentence Stories is a writing prompt posted by GIRLIEONTHEEDGE; participants link their tales through Inlinkz

Doodling Doesn’t Pay

I’ll admit that I’ve always been a scribbler and doodler. Though I do most of my scribbling in a sketchbook especially for that purpose, any sudoku or puzzle book — or even scrap paper — that happens to be near at hand when the urge hits me gets some kind of decoration. With all these bits of doodling through the years, I’ve become quite a mediocre artist.

However, my dear husband wasn’t happy with me at the breakfast table this morning when, wanting to try out my newest gel pan, I grabbed and scribbled on a slip of paper lying on the table. I thought it was the perfect size but I really should have paid more attention, as it turned out to be a cheque he received from a customer and was going to deposit in our account today. Artwork or not, he says he can’t deposit it looking like this.

Smothered In Sauce

Sammi’s writing prompt this weekend is a real challenge:

And here’s my response:

“My cake flopped,” the newlywed lamented. “It rose so nice, then it caved!”

“Make some chocolate sauce,” Mom suggested. “Warm and thick, smother each piece of cake. That was Grandma recipe for flops. We loved it.”

It’s said that back in homesteading days seasoned cooks advised drowning inferior baking with whipped cream. Since they all had a milk cow or two, they had easy access to cream — and cholesterol was unheard of. I’ve modernized the idea. 🙂