Bill and I have agreed (for research purposes) to watch more movies with a holiday theme. This is our first one and, boy, it’s an oldie but a goodie …. a true classic with one of my favorite actors …. Jack Lemmon. It’s not exactly a holiday movie, but most of the drama unfolds during the Christmas season, which earns it a spot on my list. The Apartment, which won five Oscars (including Best Picture), follows a lonely insurance worker named C.C. Baxter (Lemmon). To climb up the corporate ladder, he starts to lend his Upper West Side apartment to company bosses who are having romantic affairs. However, things get complicated when Baxter learns that his own manager is hooking up with the woman he has feelings for. They don’t make them like this anymore. Here’s the trailer:
Here’s a flick we hadn’t seen in a while. We watched it again last night and remembered why we enjoy it so much. If you’re looking for something that’s very funny with just a touch of sentimentality, then this one is a good choice for you. It’s a no-brainer; sit back and be entertained by Sandra Bullock, Ryan Reynolds and Betty White in “The Proposal”. This is the premise: When up tight New York editor Margaret faces deportation, she convinces her assistant Andrew to marry her in return for a promotion. However, when she visits his hometown, it changes her in many ways. Here’s a clip:
A tribute to John Lennon who was taken from us on this date in 1980. Many of you have read this; many of you who are new to my site have not. Please indulge me one more time.Roughly four years ago I had the great pleasure and honorof narrating a few of my stories on the BBC Radio program called “Upload”.I also submitted my story, “The Eighth of December”, never expecting to receive an emailfrom the program manager of the radio station asking meif I’d like to read my storyand do a live interview.To us here in The States, The BBC is a pretty big dealso I was rather blown away and, despite my nerves, I agreed to the interview.The format of the radio station has since changed and “Upload” was replaced by another show; it’s now impossible to find my interview.All I have is my story; every word is true.This is “The Eighth of December”.
Written for The New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild. The three prompts this week from TN at OLWG #393 are 1) night will end; 2) look, over there, did you see that?; and 3) sittin’ on a rainbow. This is my story, based on true events experienced by my son and his wife. Believe or not; it’s all true.
Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Specific Form 11/19/24. My theme is ‘family’. I have chosen to write a Shadorma, a Spanish poetic form that consists of six-line stanzas (sestets) with a specific syllable count for each line: (3/5/3/3/7/5).
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Written for d’Verse Quadrille #212 – “What the What”, where the challenge is to write a poem in exactly 44 words with the word “what” as inspiration. This is my quadrille.
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Written for d’Verse Prosery where the challenge is to write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 144 words that includes the following quotation from “Out Of The Cradle” by Walt Whitman: “Out of the Ninth-month midnight”. This is my flash.
Written for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday 10.31.24. We’re offered incredibly creative images to inspire and get our writing juices flowing. This is my story.
Written for Song Lyric Sunday. This week Jim Adams has asked his readers in his post ‘Quality Time’ to write about a song dealing with parenting or a child/parent relationship. This theme was my suggestion and here is my reply.
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle has asked us to use the photo below as inspiration to get creative in 100 words or less, making every word count. Here’s my flash.
This morning he found himself in the elevator with his boss; they were chatting amiably about the baseball post-season games. Joe’s boss was impressed (and a bit jealous) to learn that Joe had a home theatre set up in his rec room with a 96” Samsung smart TV.
Before he could stop himself, Joe invited his boss over for dinner, a little billiards and the baseball game that night … without first checking in with his wife, Amy. This was not the first time Joe invited someone over without asking Amy; true, they were his friends and Amy didn’t mind because they just ordered pizza and played pool. But this was his boss and Joe was expecting Amy to cook a nice meal. And it was already 3:30 PM!
Joe sent Amy a text (because he was too chicken to call her in person!): “Hey, babe! Boss coming to dinner. Big opportunity for me! Don’t care what you have to do, just make me proud. Luv ya.”
Amy stared at her phone in disbelief. A thousand thoughts raced through her head. Wishing to avoid an unpleasant conversation, she answered Joe’s text with a simple “OK” but her blood was boiling.
Two hours later when Joe and his boss opened the front door, they were greeted with the most mouthwatering aromas coming from the kitchen. Joe looked around in awe at his sparkling house and the beautifully set dining room table. Amy greeted them, all smiles and looking lovely.
“Babe!” Joe whispered breathlessly. “The place looks fabulous and dinner smells amazing. How’d you do all this?”
Amy blushed sweetly and whispered back “It wasn’t so hard, honey. I just hired Minute Maid Cleaners, a personal chef and a waiter.”
“You did what?? We couldn’t possibly afford all that!” Joe barked.
“Sure we could, honey” Amy laughed, “after I sold the pool table and the TV.”
There he stood at the crossroads of his life. He was 72 years old and made more poor choices than he cared to remember. He was purposeless, never knowing which direction to take.
He was an indecisive man. The only true and clear decision he made was marrying his wife. She was his anchor when he began to drift, his lifeboat when he was drowning in the sea of life.
On this crisp autumn day, he was suddenly consumed with the urge to take a walk, clear his head. His wife offered to go with him, but he declined saying thanks, but he needed this time by himself to think.
His wife suggested he wear his new chartreuse windbreaker; if he lost his bearings, as he was often wont to do, he’d be easily visible. And so he donned his yellow-green jacket and took off to find himself.
Now here he stood at the crossroads of his life, literally. He had no idea where he was. As he looked around, he realized he was truly screwed for he blended in perfectly with his surroundings.
At that moment he cursed his wife. He wanted to wear his beloved red jacket but no, she suggested he wear the chartreuse one. Because he could never make up his mind, he did as he was told. Now he was lost without a clue which way to go.
And to think he went off to find himself. Now he wondered if anyone would find him.
Author’s Note: Kidding aside, I am so grateful to be doing this well after major surgery. Both Bill and I are delighted with our new-found freedom; he’s been my chauffeur for the past six weeks. I’m really an excellent driver and in the 53 years I’ve been driving, I have never gotten a moving violation (and it’s not because the police have been unable to catch me!). 😎