I feel like stuffing...

Time to Ponder yet again.  You know the drill... I post a prompt that has multiple meanings and we get see what you write! Add you post to the linky and wait for the magic!!

(If you want to send me words that you would like us all to ponder - please feel free to do so!)

Today's word is Stuffing (you can always grab the prompt early by visiting the Pondering Page

I know that there are many people who enjoy stuffing many times during the year; however my family is not one of those. The only time we havs stuffing is when I am stuffing a bird; even though two of my children prefer the stuffing that is cooked in the casserole right next to the bird and one enjoys the stuffing from inside - I also prefer the stuffing that actually stuffed the bird. This year our stuffing will be delayed by a couple of days because my daughter and son-in-law just go done stuffing all of their belongings into boxes and suitcases and are stuffing themselves into a tiny plane seat to fly for many, many hours to return to the states for good.

It is hard not to think of the sofa stuffing, chair stuffing, stuffed animal stuffing, and other stuffed items. Has anyone figured out why we have so much stuff? and is that stuff what it used for stuffing?

I wish all my American/Canadian friends a Happy Thanksgiving (yes I know Canada celebrates early!) and all my 'other country' friends, I wish you all a happy fall season - (or spring if you're on the other side of the equator).

Happy Pondering!

Orange you glad?

Time to Ponder yet again.  You know the drill... I post a prompt that has multiple meanings and we get see what you write! Add you post to the linky and wait for the magic!!

(If you want to send me words that you would like us all to ponder - please feel free to do so!)

Today's word is Orange (you can always grab the prompt early by visiting the Pondering Page

This word popped into my mind because I was trying to teach my grandson Ryan colors  --- he already knows what an orange is to eat, but I'm not sure how he knows that the color is orange. And then to make matters even worse, the inside and the outside are not the same color. So it made me ponder how a color and a piece of fruit got the same name. It's not like a pear is called "green" or a lemon is called "yellow".

SO: I looked up its origins: 1300-50; Middle English; the fruit or tree < Old French orenge, cognatewith Spanish naranja < Arabic nāranj < Persian nārang < Sanskrit nāraṅga

Then: I looked up other definitions

noun

1.

a member of a European princely family ruling in the United Kingdomfrom 1688 to 1694 and in the Netherlands since 1815.

2.

a river in the Republic of South Africa, flowing W from Lesotho to theAtlantic. 1300 miles (2095 km) long.

3.

a former small principality of W Europe: now in the SE part of France.

4.

a city in SW California, near Los Angeles.

5.

a city in NE New Jersey, near Newark.

6.

a town in SE France, near Avignon: Roman ruins.

7.

a city in SE Texas.

So I guess the real question is this: Are you a member of the Orange family, living along the Orange river in South Africa, recently moved from France and about to relocate to Texas all because you need to have an orange tree and a house made of orangewood?

Phew..... this one is confusing!!

Happy Pondering

Sunday Fiction Ch. 11

For earlier entries please go to the Fiction Page

"Mom," Bruce began, "we left for your anniversary trip on the fifteenth of July. After three days of glorious weather and site seeing, we lost all power on the boat. Our radio was dead, the engine would not power on. Dad decided the best thing to do was just float and see where the tide would take us. He figured that we would be missed as soon as the boat didn't return and that a search party would be sent out after us. I think what he didn't consider is that we had chartered the boat for a month and that still left twenty eight days before we would be missed.

“We set out fishing lines and figured we could eat from the ocean. It worked for a short while, but then we ran out of water. Dad and I tried to catch water from the condensation; we even tried to boil sea water, but it just wasn't enough. By the tenth day adrift we were completely desperate, no water, no food, no more matches and then the storm hit.

“The skies darkened to a black like I have never seen. The seas became enraged and tossed us from side to side. When the waves were higher than us, Dad said we should all take shelter in the cabin. Adriana went all the way to the front of boat and hunkered down in the beds under the bow. You and Dad somehow or another managed to get into the bunks near the back of the cabins and secure yourselves in. I lay down in the area under the table and held on for dear life. 

“That storm seemed to take days to clear. When the winds and sea finally abated I got up and opened the hatch to see what kind of damage we had sustained. The deck of the boat looked like a hurricane had blown through. There was seaweed, fish and other debris from the ocean strewn across the bow. I had expected all of you to join me on deck, but that was not to be the case.

“I went back into the cabin, first looking for Adriana. I found her curled up near the bow of the ship. I thought she was sleeping, but she was dead. She had been weak and dehydrated prior to the storm and I guess her body just couldn’t handle all the abuse of rolling around.

“When I found you and Dad I half-expected you to be dead because you had been as weak as Adriana; but what I discovered couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Dad had wrapped himself around you so his body took the brunt of the tumbling. He was gone, but you were still breathing even though you were unconscious.

“I went back up on deck and found that the storm had left great deposits of water. I managed to get a small fire going on the stove in the cabin and cooked one of the fish that was on the deck. I tried to get you to eat, but you wouldn’t wake up. I managed to get some water into you and over the next several days I repeated this activity. Your eyes began to flutter one morning and you woke up. At that time you know what was going on.

“I spotted land the next day and we took cushions for floatation devices and managed to get to shore. When we landed you were again unconscious. I built us this shelter and have done a little exploring during the day. But now that you are awake I can take long trips and see what else there is here.”

“What day is it?” Nicole asked, “And where is your father?”

“Mom, did you not just hear me tell you where he was?”

“No, I heard you say we all went for a boat ride and now we are on an island.”

Bruce put his head in his hands and wanted to weep; but he knew this was not the time to get emotional. He slowly repeated the story again from start to finish.  When he was done Nicole said, “So your Dad and sister are gone?”

“Yes, Mom, they are.”

“And we are on an island somewhere?”

“Yes, Mom, we are.”

“When is the search party coming?” Nicole asked.

Bruce shook his head and replied, “I’m not sure if there is going to be a search party. I have no idea what date it is; where we are or if we could even be spotted.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Find us a way home!”

Web, web, web

Time to Ponder yet again.  You know the drill... I post a prompt that has multiple meanings and we get see what you write! Add you post to the linky and wait for the magic!!

(If you want to send me words that you would like us all to ponder - please feel free to do so!)

Today's word is WEB (you can always grab the prompt early by visiting the Pondering Page

OKAY - I am not talking about the world wide WEB - however I am sure all you computer junkies thought of that first.

I was originally thinking about a spider web and how those nasty things are invisible until you walk through it. Or there are those that are beautiful with a beautiful spider in the middle. It makes me glad I am not an insect - wouldn't want to mess up the beauty.
 and of course there are those that actually show you what the weather is

The other web I think of is the web of deceit that so many people I know spin. Seriously how do they keep track of all the lies? Well the truth is they don't and we honest people see right through it!

Now there is material that has webbing in it - so those little parts are webs - and last week's prompt of screen can also be a sort of web.

What do you think?

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Screen me please

Time to Ponder yet again.  You know the drill... I post a prompt that has multiple meanings and we get see what you write! Add you post to the linky and wait for the magic!!

(If you want to send me words that you would like us all to ponder - please feel free to do so!)

Today's word is SCREEN (you can always grab the prompt early by visiting the Pondering Page

As I sit in front of my computer screen I am pondering other meanings of this interesting word. Besides the computer or television screen - that which you look at, there is a window screen which allows air to flow through it.

But when you go for a job interview that is a type of screen as well. The employer is trying to determine whether or not you would fit in with the company, the position, the people. All a type of screening.

I suppose you do the same thing when you are searching for a school for your children, or looking for a place to live - all of this can be seen as a screening process.

Of course there is sunscreen that we must put on to block the rays of the sun from doing harm to our skin.

So the real question here is this: Does a screen block something or let something through?

Now it is time for me to screen my email and see what I need to do!

Link up and Happy Pondering!