It has been cooler here, but the humidity is still unbearable. Glad to see Linda had some cooler weather when she decided about the prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spot.” Write whatever image the word “spot” invokes. Have fun!
When my brother and I were young, we saw a movie that involved some British people. From that point on, we tried our best to be British — something about the accent. I can still see him saying “Care for a spot of tea, mate?” We had no idea what we were saying. I do not think I ever heard a British person say those words.
Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot, and Puff. Remember them? “Run, Spot, run!” Yes, those books were my early readers. I never had a dog named Spot. As a matter of fact, I do not know anyone who ever had a dog named Spot.
When I started my web design business, my mentor urged me to buy a radio spot. All I could have ever afforded would have run about 7:00 am on a Saturday. I did not see that as a worthwhile investment. Who is up at 7:00 am on Saturday morning looking for a web designer? I passed.
I live in the country. We have red clay and lots of dust. Recently, hubby cut a lot of our overgrown bushes and I mean a LOT. What I am trying to tell you is that my house is not spotless. My friend recently said you could eat off her floors. Please do not eat off my floors. I would fear for your life.
Several people in my life are in a tough spot concerning their relationships. I think this time of quarantine has been rough on some people — especially if there was already a little wobble in the relationship.
When I was a kid I was fascinated with buried treasure. Perhaps it was reading all the Nancy Drew books, but I always wanted to find a treasure map. I was so desperate I drew one of my own with a big X marks the spot right in the middle. I could not garner any interest in finding my non-existent treasure. I discovered it was probably more fun to be the discoverer of hidden treasure than the person who hid it.
That brings up another memory. Remember Mad magazine? The back cover was always a foldable page that revealed a different picture or phrase. They were called “fold-ins”. I seem to remember more than one of them being a map of some sort.
That’s the last bit for me.