Six Hundred Intruders

Prompt: Crumb


Dear Wednesday,

The word “crumb” used to be an expression of frustration when I was a kid, as in “Aw, crumb!” when the rabbit ears on the TV weren’t picking up the signal during the Ed Sullivan Show.

Now it can refer to the American satirical cartoonist, Robert Crumb; or more likely, what sticks to your skin when you eat toast in bed.

May I now present a few of my favourite cartoons, the first of which is related to today’s Daily Prompt:

cartoon bread crumbs


cartoon gun buyer


cartoon bag pipe


Happy Wednesday!

~~FP

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It Scampers

Prompt: Anticipate


Dear Wednesday,

It seems like only yesterday that we parted.

While I always look to Wednesday, whose child is allegedly full of woe (that’s me!), with great anticipation, this week’s prompt is, as it was November 23, 2016, is the concept of anticipation. I think a better word for this week would have been repeat. Nothing wrong with repeats. I watched a rerun of Seinfeld last night, the one where he hangs out in the office building lobby hoping to run into a woman he met, and George introduces us to his alter ego, “Art Vandelay.” Funny– but really, not as sharp as I remembered it. Part of the show’s charm now is its, um, historic value. Look at the size of those cordless phones! Where are they– in a video rental store! Dated, but the humour still sticks.

In the spirit of “repeat” may I present the first of several of my favourite cartoons?

cartoon history repeat


This next is not history repeating itself, but taking two frustrating steps backward:

cartoon no women panel


Finally, I had to go to an oral surgeon yesterday. I am a nervous dental patient so had sedation, and today am swollen and full of prescription drugs. However, at least I did not have this experience:

cartoon dentist


Have a wonderful Wednesday.
Have a wonderful Wednesday!

~~FP

Drifting In and Out

Prompt: Enamored


Hello Wednesday,

And hello Jo! Jo is one of the visitors we hosted this past week, as she and others competed in a Multisport athletic challenge nearby– I invited Jo to visit this site, with all its diverse, dark, bright, and incoherent ramblings, hoping she wouldn’t be too horrified. As I said in an earlier post, I was a bit hesitant and pre-stressed about their stay, but it turned out to be a delightful and rewarding time.

Pre-stress. That is the inane experience of freaking out via unwarranted negative anticipation. Part of the stress is that of living up to expectations, part is dealing with the unknown, part is the feeling disorientation because a stream of visitors can impart the feeling of disconnecting you– however unintentionally– from the safety and comfort of “home”.

I am not enamored of this feeling, but I think it is interesting to consider the things that cause us such unnecessary stress. Or understandable stress:

cartoon sane desire


cartoon medical marijuana


cartoon health coverage


I would like to welcome any new visitors to Fluffy Pool. In the manner of blogs, the most recent posts are always at the top, but you might find that some of my stories rely on earlier entries to make sense. Here you will find quite a large community of characters, most interrelated, and sometimes the stories are challenging unless you’ve read what comes before. Ultimately it doesn’t matter since it’s all for fun and entertainment, and satisfies my personal cravings to write about what is on my mind.

Thank you for reading.

~~FP

Gritty Meatballs

Prompt: Visceral


Dear Wednesday,

I admit, my reaction was visceral, from the gut, when I was informed that we would have four guests, three of whom I’ve never met, staying with us for over a week while they attend an athletic event (as participants). I’m still recovering from family reunion week, for heaven’s sake (and recovery realizations are pretty glorious… intently savouring every quiet moment of no-one-else-ville).

We all need to learn to control such reactions, or at least not to trust them, necessarily. My reaction was not instinctual, it was a purely selfish response to what I perceived as a burdensome lack of privacy. But was it?

They are lovely people. They train hard, and buy provisions, and are charmingly appreciative (the English accents don’t hurt).

Now they are visiting friends overnight, and I was astonished how much I missed them. The house suddenly seemed a lonely cave.

I also admit I am confused.

Allow me to present a few of my favourite cartoons, the first of which is tangentially related to today’s Daily Prompt, visceral

cartoon art sucks


cartoon gritty meatballs


cartoon send more roc


Savour every moment!

~~FP

All of My Hopes and Dreams

Prompt: Grainy

cartoon ny cover hot dog and dog

Dear Wednesday,

Today’s topic is mustard.

Just now, I learned that I have no real feelings or comments to share about mustard.

So may I instead present a few of my favourite cartoons, only very peripherally related to today’s prompt “grainy” (mustard –> hot dog)?

cartoon hot dog stand crushed dreams


cartoon hot dog invited to cookout


cartoon hot dog whack a mole


I do like mustard on a hot dog– the bright yellow kind. Otherwise I’m partial to hot English style mustard. How about you?

~~FP

My August Long Weekend

Prompt: Organize

beach party crowd

My long weekend starts on Thursday evening, with a mac & cheese dinner for family plus 4-6 guests.

Friday morning: Golf.
Friday: sunning, swimming, boating, sand-castling, beverages. Make 2 salads.
Friday dinner: Bring Your Own Dog (hot dog BBQ) for family plus 20.

Saturday morning: Golf. Make spaghetti sauce for 50. Pick up garlic bread. Make salad. Buy watermelon.
Saturday: sunning, swimming, boating sand-castling, beverages. Set up marquee and tables. Prepare plates, cutlery, napkins and condiments.
Saturday dinner: Pasta for 50 (some years 70-80). Meatball Contest. Musical entertainment. Beverages. Dancing.

Sunday morning: Golf.
Sunday afternoon: Bocce Bitch Tournament. Prizes. Variety of salmon appetizers. Beverages.
Sunday evening: Tacos for 30.

Monday: sunning, swimming, boating, sand-castling, beverages. Strike down marquee.
Monday afternoon: Greek lunch buffet.
Monday evening: leftovers for ? Strike down tables.

Tuesday: Bye bye to all except 3 visiting family. Return rental plates, glasses, cutlery, tables, cloths, and pots.

Wednesday: Sleep. Do laundry, Do more laundry. Try to find lost kitchen utensils. Hose down deck. Avoid weighing oneself.

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Now, the above is too much work, and as well-organized as it all has become over the years, the number of people who come early and linger late has increased. People have procreated and bring their children to a weekend that meant so much to themselves as children. And so it goes.

How do we scale it back without offending anyone or ruining childhood memories of a fine gathering put together by generous, open-hearted and loving hosts? I enjoy all of the events and dinners, but there are never fewer than 20 or so people here, in and out, over the course of any day. I don’t golf. I personally oversee only the Thursday, Friday, and Saturday dinners, and I have help; friends or family host the others. I organize and provide prizes for the Bocce Bitch Tournament. Most people pitch in to clean up.

We go through scads of toilet  paper. The fridge stops functioning properly. The dog gets neurotic.

But it’s mostly fun. And utterly exhausting. What to do?

Don’t Feed the Animals

Prompt: Spicy


Dear Wednesday,

Zzzzz. Oh! Sorry, just dropped off.

Not your fault. We’ve had about 60 people descend upon our humble home for our annual long hot weekend, mostly-family reunion, and I am weary. Love kids, but not six of them out of fucking control. Love my family, almost all of the time. Adore my friends, except when I don’t.

Please ignore my snark. I love them all. Truly, possibly.

Spicy? Some of our group dinners are easy massive pots of things, like chili or assembly line marathons, like tacos. After every long weekend I have approximately 30 gallons of salsa left over, in various jars and of various brands.

And in the spirit of today’s prompt, “spicy”, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons…

cartoon elephant chili


cartoon devil fireplace


cartoon restaurant sea bass


Life is good. I’m tired. The part of the bass will be played by the chicken.

Love!

~~FP