Now that’s a Daily prompt that I haven’t seen before and I can’t resist to answer.
Less is more, that would be my advice, it I would have to nail it down to one advice only.
Tag: <span>writing</span>
What is your favorite piece of art? (it doesn’t have to be famous)
I bought this picture at a thrift store, for a the outrages amount of $7. I fell in love with it and it hangs since years in our living room. I wish I could make out the artists signature, because I would like to have more information about the picture and the painter. I think it’s a very unusual piece of art and I would like to know what the painter had in mind.
Out on a walk on the island of Hydra, a vacationing Greek American comes upon an old Greek man sitting on a rock, sipping a glass of Ouzo, and lazily staring at the sun setting into the sea.
The wealthy American notices there are olive trees growing on the hills behind the old Greek but that they are untended, with olives just dropping here and there onto the ground. He asks the old Greek who owns the trees.
Recent events brought to my attention, that I might not live to be a hundred as I planned. I mean don’t get me wrong, nothing has changed, I still plan on sitting on the porch of an assistant living home – high up in my 90’s. I will be listening to “Uprising” by Muse -just to rock the boat- and my husband will be right by my side, sipping his watered down beer through a straw.
I wore my first watch with pride. I walked around with my head held high and my sleeves were always pulled up, so everybody could see the beautiful watch with the shining, red band that I had gotten for my birthday.
I am nice, try to be always
but it is so hard lately
they are testing me left and right
A kid asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
“We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”
Finally, the warm weather has stopped and now it’s winter, the way it is supposed to be here in Ohio. Thick flakes have been falling to the ground all morning long and the driveway and walkway are covered with a blanket of snow.
David Bowie was one of my hero’s, I grew up with his music. I used his music lyrics to learn English and he challenged me quite a bit. He was an icon, a genius. He was excellent, because he was not afraid to be different. He pushed the boundaries and showed us the future.