Gloria

Prompt: Clean

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Marvin Haye felt unappreciated. People didn’t realize just how much he was committed to his job, how time-consuming it was, how difficult it was for him to navigate. It’s true he inherited it in a way, when his wife died, but he expected some recognition and respect, not a sour blend of hard work and ridicule.

It was 4:45 am last Tuesday when Latoya Unger called him because her toilet backed up. She said she called the water department but no one answered. Well hell, of course no one answered. They were home in bed. Why didn’t she call a plumber? She thought it was a town issue, she said. Well hell, he was awake anyway, so, armed with his sturdiest plunger, he made his way through the sleety streets to the Unger home, where, as it happened, Geoffrey Unger was sleeping soundly in his own bed.

It’s true Geoffrey liked to linger at the Pumphouse Pub and drink a few too many pints of ale and stout, but you would think the smell alone would have awakened him. But no, Marvin could hear him snoring all the way down the hall in the bathroom.

It was a mess, and then a bigger mess, and then Marvin helped clean up some of the worst mess, before he got into his Dodge pickup and went home. He showered and had just enough time to drive Patricia to school before his breakfast meeting with a development group, who wanted to establish a relationship with the Mayor of Bartlett, since they had great vision for the town, they said.

His wife had been much better at the social side of politics than Marvin would ever be. She was naturally somewhat quiet, and her reticence was often mistaken for poise and confidence. He tended to feel awkward and inexplicably at a disadvantage, no matter what the situation. The mechanics of town politics were less of a problem; in fact he was secretly proud of how much assistance he was able to render Helen with regard to the nuts and bolts of council meetings, grants, budgets, infrastructure, and planning.

When she died, a quickly-called election installed Marvin in her place. He knew it was temporary, but he wanted to run again and win properly, despite constituents like Latoya Unger. But the respect, where was the respect?

After the breakfast meeting he met with his election committee, a small group of semi-dedicated volunteers, who looked that morning both amused and despondent. Why? Because Gloria was officially on the ballot too.

“How?” said Marvin.

Calvin giggled. Marvin hated when Calvin giggled. If he wasn’t his brother-in-law and if being on the committee didn’t help keep him out of trouble, he’d be out in a heartbeat.

“Some loophole or other,” said Susan Banes. “The thing is, we can’t really react too strongly, or people will think we have no sense of humour.”

“One of their slogans is ‘The Bitch is Back’,” said Calvin. He caught Marvin’s eye and suppressed a chuckle.

“It’ll be good for tourism,” said Randy Ptarmigan. “She’s a bonnie dog, Marvin.”

Marvin sighed. Well hell, it would be good for tourism, and in all the papers and on TV, and Marvin would look like a fool, and it just wasn’t right that he wasn’t appreciated. Not right at all.

Or a Catastrophe and Day 11

Prompt: Or

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Today, as I was taking a break from NaNoWriMo,  I asked my dog, “Is what happened in the US election a disaster, or a catastrophe?”

He looked back at me with his puddly brown eyes. They said, “What election? I feel fine. Why do you look unhappy? Can I have a treat, or a scratch behind the ears? I love you. When’s dinner?”

Why doesn’t everyone have a dog?

Something Something and Day 9

Prompt: Primp


It is Day 9 of National Novel Writing Month, and the Daily Post prompt for this day is the word primp. Primp is not the word of the day, or the thought of the day, however. There simply are no words or adequate thoughts. Instead, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons:

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cartoon-trump-david-rowe


cartoon-trump-election-lisa-benson

Deep breaths,

~~FP

Small Men

Prompt: Flattery

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When small men begin to cast big shadows, it is a sure sign that the sun is setting.

― Lin Yutang


What does this have to do with the daily prompt, ‘flattery’?

I interpret ‘smallness’ in this quotation as a small-minded man, not a man short in stature, and the sun setting implies a coming darkness. So it made me think of the American presidential election.

Flattery is defined as “excessive and insincere praise, especially that given to further one’s own interests.” One of the candidates, He Who Shall Not Be Named, is given to excessive praise, for himself. He encourages the basest of instincts in his followers for his own gain. But HWSNBN, as a narcissist, is devoted to himself. This alone is not the worst quality ever seen in a presidential candidate, but combined with other characteristics, makes HWSNBN utterly unfit to lead a country. I see darkness ahead if this small man is permitted to cast a long shadow.

I have added a tiny little prompt to this site, urging Americans to register to vote. It appears at the bottom of the window. Please do register, and get out and vote.

Inside Out

Prompt: Unfinished


Good afternoon, Tuesday.

I don’t really consider the current U.S. election campaign to be political, or about policies, truth, accuracy, presidents, reality, or facts. It is about fantasy, horse racing, sound bytes, lies, laziness, racism, and sexism.

All because a person named Donald Trump is an actual candidate who may be elected to the presidency. Only because he is in the running. No candidate is perfect, but as I said, I do not consider him to be a political candidate. He is a joke. He redefines the word. There is no one word specific enough to describe this situation. (Jokemare? Crylaugh? Impossibull?)

You know how it is “too soon” to joke about some events, usually tragedies? This is like a “too soon” joke turned inside out. This kind of joke is always too soon and too late, simultaneously.

I don’t consider this post to be political, so I don’t think I need to explain or apologize.

With a tenuous relationship to today’s word prompt, “unfinished”, here is the first of several of my favourite cartoons:

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cartoon-trump-inauguration


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Peace and serenity,

~~FP