Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Well, now I’m totally befuddled. Earlier, the daily prompt came up “Music.” On my laptop, not here on my PC. So I went to a little trouble to search out the many posts I’ve done on music and posted the links and thought I was done.
Then, an hour or more later, after getting a shower, starting the dishwasher, throwing in a load of laundry, folding what was in the dryer, and ironing a shirt, I came in here to my PC to do my Friday Counseling issues post, decided to check the stats first on this blog, and found out that the prompt was “Fork,” not “Music.” Hmph.
So frankly, folks, I don’t have a clue what happened. Gremlins, maybe.
I’ve come to a fork in the road. I need to get some things done before I go out to lunch, forking in the food with my daughter and granddaughter. It’s our annual Teapot Day, so christened by my granddaughter when she was about six. My daughter does this every year as my Mother’s Day gift. We’re going to a doll factory after lunch. Should be a fun afternoon.
I always thought this dude was a little creepy. He is one of the many gods in Greek mythology, the son of Poseidon, for whom he acts a messenger. His bottom half is fishy, which I guess makes him a merman. His fork is called a trident.
My dishwasher has a basket on the door for forks, knives, and spoons. We tend to run out of spoons first.
I have a meat fork that was part of a set of knives given to us as a wedding gift. I can’t even begin to imagine how many fork loads of beef, chicken, turkey, pork, lamb, and fish that fork has lifted.
And speaking of forklifts, have you ever wished you could drive one? I think it would be loads of fun to lift up huge heavy loads of whatever and move them to a different location. Maybe that will be my next career.
My piano could use the guy who comes with a tuning fork. It’s been about 1 1/2 years, and I think I need to call him.
But before I do, we need to fork over some money on a couple of other bills.
I try never to speak with a forked tongue. Reminds me of snakes, and if you’ve been with me for a while you know what I think of those slithery fork-tongued horrors. Which leads me to wonder whywhywhy on earth anyone deliberately has his tongue forked. Yikes. Yuck. Ick.
Okay, I’m done.