I run out of ideas a lot.
No, that’s not really true. I have multiple notebooks of topics that I could write about. It’s more a matter of sitting down and working on it. Motivation. Time. Energy. Procrastination.
Anyway, I write down these ideas and then stick them in this gray notebook I have stuffed with thoughts on paper. Many of the ideas have been there for years without me so much as glancing at them again. Others, I’ve tried to look at, but my handwriting is awful, and I can’t read what I wrote. Others actually do see the light of day…when I get around to writing.
Earlier this week though, I was going through my notebook and found this truly…ridiculous thing that I wrote with the intent to post it after it was written, but I never did. It just got filed away.
In 2020, during one of my many (failed) attempts to put myself on some type of blogging routine, I wrote a post called “Word of the Day” where I took the Dictionary.com word of the day and incorporated it into my post. Two years later, I decided to try that again since it was a fun exercise the first time.
So, I logged into Dictionary.com and found the word of the day. The word of the day…
Ganymede; noun; the largest moon of the planet Jupiter.
Really? That’s the word?
So my idea evolved a little. Instead of writing about Jupiter’s moon (of which I know exactly nothing) I decided to choose one of the other words from earlier in that week.
That then evolved into using all seven of the words from that week to write what became a ridiculous story about two nameless men shooting the breeze.
And then instead of typing it up and posting it, the story was filed away in my gray binder (where I probably should have left it).
I’m not even sure if I used all of the word exactly right, but it’s my story. I can fudge things if I need to, right?
I’ll stop delaying now and get to what I wrote. Words of the week…from sometime in late 2022.
“See anything good?”
“I think I can see Ganymede.”
“I seriously doubt your binoculars can see that far. It’s probably just an airplane. How’s the trothplight?”
“Fine…I guess.”
“You guess?!? You’re getting married in two weeks!”
“I know. I think it’s just the preparations for the wedding. She wants to serve succotash at the reception…says it’s an old family recipe.”
“Oh…well…there’ll be zinfandel, won’t there?”
“I didn’t think you drank wine.”
“I might start if you serve succotash at the reception.”
“No kidding. Then the other day I brought up xeriscaping the yard, and I thought she was going to lose it. I just wanted to same some water. You know…good for the environment and all.”
“You have too much mansuetude to you. You need to be more assertive. Compromise. Don’t just give in all the time.”
I know, but it would really help if I could roentgenize her head so I knew what is going on in her mind.”
“I don’t think that’s how x-rays work buddy. Nice try though.”
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Reflections Of A Middle Aged Nobody 