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Intolerance

old-man-in-rainPhoto from Jezri’s Nightmares

“Bigoted old hags!” Gwen stormed up the lane as indignantly as two arthritic knees would allow. For years she’d sat at the weekly tea, letting racist remarks pass by unchallenged. It got harder to remain silent after her daughter married “one of them.” Her permissiveness ended abruptly at 10:28 yesterday, with her granddaughter’s first cry.

Word count: 55

Thought I’d try my hand at an even shorter piece of flash fiction this week, joining up with the 55 Word Challenge over at Jezri’s Nightmares. I could choose from one of three photo prompts to inspire a short, short story. To anyone who thinks writing a story in 55 words should be half as hard as writing one in 100 words (since the story’s roughly half as long), I say, “You try it!”

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Posts I commented on today:
Sleepless in Duwamps (Where’s my backpack?)
Book Review: Unexpected Gifts (Rick Mallery)
A to Z Reflections (The Ninja Librarian)  new blog of the day

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2013 in Challenges, Fiction

 

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Trade-off

100_9884Question 32
Would you accept twenty years of extraordinary happiness and fulfillment if it meant you would die at the end of the period?

At first, I thought my answer to Gregory Stock‘s question was going to be affirmative. I’m 40 years old–when I’m 60, there is a good chance that I will have already outlived my mother and possibly even my husband. I have no children, so I won’t be hoping to live long enough to see graduations, weddings, grandchildren, and the like. If my loved ones are going to be gone by that point anyway, why not trade twenty years of extraordinary happiness for a finite number of days?

But then I thought, “Wait. Life is pretty good right now.” Most days I would say I am happy, and though there are some areas (career) where there is room for improvement, for the most part my life leaves me feeling fulfilled. So what exactly are extraordinary happiness and fulfillment? Are they really that much different from the happiness and fulfillment I have now? (And trust me, it’d be just my luck to agree to the trade-off, then find out what I’ve got and what I think I’m getting are actually the same thing, except now I’ve screwed myself out of the joys of retirement and senior discounts.) Does extraordinary happiness mean never having a day when I feel angry, sad, worried, confused, hurt, or just blah? Does extraordinary fulfillment mean I have everything I’ve ever wanted in every aspect of my life–family, friends, finances, health, work, leisure? Would all of that really be better than what I’ve got now? I mean, if I never felt sadness, how would I know when I’m truly happy? If I already have everything I ever wanted, wouldn’t I lose the joy of pursuing and achieving goals on my own?

So after careful consideration, I don’t think I’d accept only twenty more years of life in exchange for extraordinary happiness and fulfillment. For as long as I’m able, I will continue on as I have been, making the most of each day and seeking fulfillment by working to create my own happiness through whatever opportunities and obstacles life throws my way. Looking back on this decision twenty years from now, with hopefully another couple of decades stretching in front of me, I can’t see how I could have any regrets.

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Posts I commented on today:
About the Project (Jump for Joy! Photo Project)  new blog of the day
15 A Day in the Life (Janice Heck: My Time to Write)
I’m a Bitch, I’m a Lover, I’m a Child… (Rendezvous with Renee)

 
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Posted by on May 16, 2013 in Deep Thought Thursday, On Me

 

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Operations

HPIM2059I live in a small village. The only way in or out is via two roads which intersect in a T…travelling along the top cross-bar of the T, the village is exactly 0.65 miles wide. As you enter the village on either end of this cross-bar, a lovely planter made from local stone sits at the base of a sign which welcomes you to the village and simultaneously reminds you to drive carefully, namely by reducing your speed from 60 mph to 30 mph.

Two and a half weeks ago, a friendly blue sign appeared next to each of the speed limit signs, presumably placed by the Thames Valley Police, declaring, “POLICE OPERATION IN PROGRESS.”

Ooohhh. Intrigue. I wonder what kind of police operation? It is not uncommon for these signs to be placed in the vicinity of a speed trap or where an accident investigation is underway, so as I drove through 0.645 miles of the village to reach my neighborhood, I was on high alert. No sign of a patrol car (they are impossible to miss, being that they are painted in a high-vis yellow/neon blue checkerboard pattern, with neon orange stripes on the boot) or officers on foot (also impossible to miss in their high-vis yellow vests and jackets). Oh okay, so maybe it’s a covert operation (we’ll ignore the fact that advertising the operation so blatantly would, in some ways, diminish its covertness). Maybe they are hiding nearby to catch lead/metal thieves or number plate thieves or fuel oil thieves who have been active in the local area of late. If that’s the case, they are really good at this covert operations stuff, because I have not seen hide nor hair of them in the 18 days that the POLICE OPERATION has been IN PROGRESS.

Which leaves me to ponder the small print on the sign: “Please excuse any inconvenience this might cause.” Uhm, I’m sorry, to whom are you apologizing? To me for blocking up the road and snarling traffic through the village with your non-existent patrol cars and foot officers? To the lead-footed drivers who could have potentially been caught in your non-existent speed trap? To the thieves who could have potentially been apprehended in your non-existent covert sting operation? The only inconvenience you’re causing, as far as I can tell, is to the good Samaritans who’ve had to pick up your bloody signs every time they’ve blown over in the squalls of the past week! Either come do something that warrants your signs being posted or come collect them to display in some other village, because obviously they’re just taking up space here. Better act quickly, because my hoarder voice is whispering that one of those would make a very unique souvenir from England!

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Posts I commented on today (including three that I should have commented on yesterday but didn’t):
Successful Completion (K’s)
Y- Yogurt (ridgesandripples)
A to Z Reflections from around the bay (that girl from around the bay)  new blog of the day
A Little Blogiquette (Life Is Good)  new blog of yesterday
Death of an Alarm Clock (Phenomenal Lass)
A Walk on the Beach (Northwest Photographer)

 

 

Jogyesa

lanterns for Buddha's birthday at Jogyesa Temple, Seoul
Neither the honking of impatient drivers navigating the busy Seoul streets nor the happy chatter of awe-struck tourists distracted Yong-jun from his mission. In the courtyard of Jogyesa Temple, he stood shaded by thousands of traditional hanji lanterns hung in honor of Buddha’s 2557th birthday, just as he had each year since 1969. No longer a spring chicken himself, Yong-jun’s neck and eyes protested the strain as he read each of the prayer tags dangling below the brightly colored lanterns. The tags danced merrily in the soft May breeze, making his deliberate examination all the more difficult.

This one hopes for a good score on an exam, these two both seek romantic relationships, that one wishes for his new baby will be born healthy and strong, the one over there pleads for relief for her father’s painful cancer treatments.

Yong-jun was certain that all of these prayers were heartfelt and deserved to be fulfilled, but none was quite right. He continued to read, shuffling slowly down each row, mumbling the words of anonymous supplicants under his breath, frowning occasionally at an especially somber prayer, and laughing out loud at the triviality of others…praying for a Happy Meal instead of bulgogi for dinner, indeed!

With a gasp of surprise, Yong-jun’s gaze locked onto the neat hangul penned on the tag of a lime-green lantern. He knew those words because they were his, written sixty-two years ago in a letter to his infant daughter, hours before he placed the motherless baby in the arms of the matron at the orphanage and marched off to war. He had given explicit instructions that the letter be delivered to Soo-yun when she turned 18, for it contained the message she could use to contact him if she so desired. Now the words he’d been praying to read each May for the past forty-four years finally fluttered before his eyes: “This Seokgatansinil, the one called Perfect Lotus Blossom wishes to meet her father.”

I’ve chosen to incorporate two challenges in today’s post. The first is The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern. Between the hanging lanterns and the painting of the temple itself, there is no shortage of pattern in this picture I shot at Jogyesa in the days leading up to Buddha’s birthday in 2009. I also wanted to work in the Trifecta: Week Seventy-seven Challenge, in which I was required to use the third definition of deliberate (3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved ) in a piece of 33 to 333 words (I did it in 327).

 

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Space

100_9021I like order in my little corner of the universe. I like the rules that keep the order in my little corner of the universe (whether I decide to follow them depends on how much disorder would be caused if the rules were bent/broken). I am okay if the rules change, as long as the change maintains or improves the order in my little corner of the universe. I don’t like when the rules change and I don’t get the memo. Then there is chaos in my little corner of the universe while I try to play catch up.

I did not get the memo when they changed the rule about how many spaces go after a period (or other end punctuation) when you type. When I learned to type (on a typewriter) back in high school, the rule was two spaces after a colon and all end punctuation. Any other punctuation mark only required a single space. For example:

She told her boyfriend she needed space, (space) and now the flat, (space) drab landscape stretched out around her in all directions. (space, space) She hoped she had enough fuel to make it down this deserted, (space) godforsaken stretch of road to the refuge of her mother’s house.

I first noticed a disturbance in my little corner of the universe a couple years ago while proofreading student papers during my sessions as an online English tutor. Only about half of the students were inserting two spaces after end punctuation. The first couple of times I noticed this, I simply explained to the students the proper (as I had learned them) spacing rules, and no one voiced any objections. However, by the time I’d proofread a dozen papers with single spaces after any and all punctuation, I began to get uneasy. Had someone changed the rules? Was one space after end punctuation now the preferred format? Did I miss the memo? Google supplied the answers to my questions…yes, yes, and not exactly. You see, there wasn’t really a single formal announcement of this rule change, it just gradually infiltrated revised editions of style manuals as computers replaced manual typewriters, and anyone who was out of the practice of writing formal papers (therefore negating the need for a style manual) was left unaware.

Paul Brians, Emeritus Professor of English at Washington State University, has addressed the reason for the change to the spacing rule in his book Common Errors in English Usage. His website of the same name contains this explanation:

In the old days of typewriters using only monospaced fonts in which a period occupied as much horizontal space as any other letter, it was standard to double-space after each one to clearly separate each sentence from the following one. However, when justified variable-width type is set for printing, it has always been standard to use only one space between sentences. Modern computers produce type that is more like print, and most modern styles call for only one space after a period. This is especially important if you are preparing a text for publication which will be laid out from your electronic copy. If you find it difficult to adopt the one-space pattern, when you are finished writing you can do a global search-and-replace to find all double spaces and replace them with single spaces.

After learning of the new rule, I stopped chastising students for improper spacing in my online tutoring sessions, but I continued using two spaces after end marks in my own writing. (Remember I said I like rules, but I decide whether or not to follow them?) Until January, that is, when I started this blog. Sometimes when I published a post, the finished entry would contain sentences within a paragraph that began one space in from the left margin. That’s because I’d inserted two spaces in the text editor, only one of which would fit on the original line in the final layout. The second space was transferred to the following line during the text wrap operation. This Type-A girl couldn’t handle a left margin that was not justified, so I was forced to adopt the one space punctuation rule tout de suite.

The transition was tough at first; old habits die hard, and all that. But I think I’ve pretty well got the hang of only tapping once on the space bar now when I end a sentence. However, when I eventually have a manuscript ready to submit for publication, I’ll be sure to use the global search-and-replace recommended by Mr. Brians.

Today’s ramblings were inspired by the Write 4 Ten prompt, Space, which landed in my inbox a couple hours ago. If you’re ever short on ideas (or time) for writing, you might consider subscribing to their prompts–anyone can carve out ten minutes to write, there are no limits on genre, and there aren’t any other restrictions to worry about.

Write4Ten

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Posts I commented on today:
Maps (Nouveau Scarecrow)
Want to Join a New Blog Challenge? (Janice Heck: My Time to Write)  new blog of the day
Blog Every Day in May: A Challenge (story of my life)  second new blog of the day 🙂

 
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Posted by on May 13, 2013 in Monday Mix, On Writing

 

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Beaches

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Ailsa over at Where’s my backpack? is trying to get us all in the summer spirit with this week’s Travel Theme: Beaches. Although my weather has improved in the past three weeks, it is definitely not beach-worthy yet; however, I’m game for a little wishful thinking! I’ve included the obligatory sunset shot above, taken in Turtle Bay, Oahu, Hawaii (I like the contrast of the bright sun right next to the ferocious downpour).

As a child, I loved our infrequent trips to the beach because it meant family time…playing in the surf with my dad, running back to Mom with shells I’d found, burying my brother as deeply as possible in the sand. Now, as an adult, I value the beach for different reasons. The sound of the surf beats away stress and the salt air purifies both my body and spirit. I can walk for miles, my mind completely blank, because there is no room for thought with so much to take in around me. I spend a lot of time with my head down, searching for shells and sea glass and whatever other curiosities the relentless waves might have pushed ashore, but occasionally I look up long enough to spot something interesting nearby.  In the gallery below I’ve chosen some of the people and things I’ve come across on different beaches around the world.

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Posts I commented on today:
Travel Theme Beaches (Being Mrs Carmichael)  new blog of the day
Silent Sunday: Happy Alpacas (Cee’s Photography)
Storms (The Squirrel Nutwork)

 

Love

100_4445Love is a many splendored thing

Today, bloggers who needed a little help nailing down a topic in order to fill their page (yes, that’d be me) were prompted by The Daily Post to analyze whether there is “a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of ‘love’,” be it love for a parent, child, spouse, friend, pet, place, or other inanimate object.

Most people would probably agree that love takes different forms, but I’m not sure anyone, including me, can clearly explain why. I can tell you that the love I feel for my hubby is different than the love I feel for my mom, and neither are the same as the love for my friends. One love is not greater than the others, they’re all just different. I imagine the difference is linked to the other factors and emotions that come with those relationships–physical intimacy, emotional vulnerability, trust, loyalty, dependence, obligation. What all of my people loves have in common, though, is fulfillment. Each of these loving relationships fills a gap in my life, answers an echo in my soul, lives in a sheltered place in my heart. I give love and receive love in return, so my world feels balanced and whole.

My people love is on a whole different plane than my love for inanimate things, although I’d argue that the love of those things still makes my world feel more balanced and whole. The places and things that I love move me, stir my soul, fill my heart, expand my mind. I love the Outer Banks of North Carolina and the Orkney Islands of Scotland because they speak on a visceral level to some primitive, unnamable part of my being–I feel a connectedness there that I feel nowhere else on earth. (Orkney is a recent find, so I suspect in future travels I might stumble across other locales that elicit the same response.) I love music in general, and certain songs in particular, because they first touch my heart and mind, then resonate within my soul. I love books because they challenge my perceived truths, introduce new ideas, spark memories, and inspire my future. I love my childhood Raggedy Ann doll, my dad’s softball glove, the threadbare Snoopy Red Sox t-shirt I stole from my hubby, and my grandmothers’ class rings because they remind my heart of my people loves. I love Oreo cookies because…well, sometimes love requires no explanation. 😉

Bottom line, the different loves in my life make me who I am, drive me to be a better person, and fuel my happiness. Best of all, these loves are not jealous, leaving me free to add new loves as I move through life and discover other people, places, and things that stir my soul.

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Posts I commented on today:
Friday Fictioneers–Bottles of Hope (Braided Stars)  new blog of the day
The Date (Sarah Ann Hall)
Hen Party (castelsarrasin)

 

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