MourningBraids_12_25_2017

One Word sprint

From oneword.com :

ON THE COVER OF THE ROLLING STONE

Back when I was in Jr. High, I used to hang out with this girl. Her name was Sadie. Sadie was pretty cool, at least I thought so because she was always nice to me and growing up in rural Carnegie Oklahoma, if you didn’t play basketball and you weren’t Kiowa, you weren’t exactly popular. I didn’t play basketball and I am Comanche. Sadie was a really good basketball player.

I don’t know why she hung out with me. I certainly had nothing to bring to the table of friendship.

There was this one afternoon when Sadie and I were hanging out at her house. There weren’t any adults around, (so goes the story of Carnegie), and Sadie asked me if I wanted to smoke some weed. I obliged and we smoked a joint together. Afterward, we were being silly and giggly, jumping on Sadie’s bed, then she randomly asks me...

SADIE: Have you ever heard of Dr. Hook?
ME: Dr. Hook? You mean like…Captain Hook? Peter Pan?
SADIE: (Laughing) No, no, no.

Then Sadie leans over the bed and pulls out this stack of vinyl records and shows me an album by Dr. Hook. It looked pretty weird and backwoods to me.

SADIE: Dr. Hook is the best band of all time!

I smiled, and took her word for it, but that wasn’t enough for Sadie. She conjured up a record player from underneath the mounds of clothes piled all over her floor and put on one of the records. I continued to smile because I didn’t want to lose her friendship.

Now here I am years later, and I got a song stuck in my head the other day and I had to look it up. Turns out, it’s a song by Dr. Hook. I guess sometimes, it takes a while for things to develop, particularly tastes in music.

Anyway, coming back to that memory made me realize that Sadie was way ahead of her time.

But they totes do.

My short prose response to a hotel/casino customer satisfaction survey...

There was a funky fragrance that loomed in the air throughout nearly every area in the hotel and casino. It was particularly pungent on the floor of the casino, as well as in the hotel elevators and hallways. The only place I didn't smell the scent was in my hotel room. I found it interesting that there were open non-smoking areas alongside smoking areas on the floor of the casino. I certainly don't mind the smell of tobacco product smoke, as that's to be expected at nearly every casino in the universe. The odor didn't smell like it came from anything natural or organic. It smelled sort of like gas-station, bargain-rack stick incense mixed with a dollop of Love's Baby Soft perfume. My guess was that the smell was caused by an air freshener meant to combat the smell of tobacco smoke (and if that was it, perhaps the casino's air quality could be made better with an investment in a more efficient air filtration system? Neutralizing a smell works better, usually, than attempting to mask one). My other guess was that the smell came from a cleaning substance used throughout the casino and hotel. The more I think about it now, the smell may have possibly been from electronic cigarettes, too. People say e-cigarette "vapes" don't possess an odor, but they totes do. 

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One word, writing spring from oneword.com

One word + 60 seconds

Today's prompt from oneword.com and oneminutewriter.blogspot.com. As for the one word prompt, it wasn't exactly my first choice subject, because I spend so much time writing about my family life, already. 

There is no set, standard philosophy or answer, or meaning to life. Life is what you make of it, it's all perception. Some days are great, some days are awful, some days are boring, some days you might find yourself wishing you had nothing to do except stare at a wall for four hours straight. My personal favorite part of life is finding the beauty in the mundane. If I had to say life should reach a particular goal, I imagine being content in all of the above is a good start to that path. 

One minute sprint

Working on my manuscript this evening, so today's exercise is a short, one minute sprint from oneword.com.