Magic In the Air

The Three Degrees is an American female vocal group, which was originally formed in 1963 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with the line up comprised by Fayette Pinkney, Shirley Porter, and Linda Turner.  The line-up from 1967 to 1976 of Fayette Pinkney, Valerie Holiday and Sheila Ferguson, would go on to sing lead on most of the group’s best-known songs including their most famous song ‘When Will I See You Again’, that was written by Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff, which catapulted the group into the mainstream and certified them as the 1st all-female group since the Supremes to top the UK Charts for two weeks.  Although 15 women have been members over the years, the group has always been a trio.  The current line-up consists of Valerie Holiday, Helen Scott and Freddie Pool.  Sheila Ferguson, Valerie Holiday and Helen Scott recorded the song ‘Magic In the Air’ which was written by Italian electro-dance composer Giorgio Moroder and Pete Belotte and it was released in 1978 on their New Dimensions album.

They made their silver screen debut in the 1971 Academy Award Winning film, The French Connection and in 1973 they were featured in an episode of Sanford and Son as well as on Soul Train, for which they provided the show’s theme song.  The Three Degrees met Prince Charles in 1978, and they were invited to perform at Buckingham Palace for his 30th birthday party, because were known as his favorite group and the press nicknamed them ‘Charlie’s Angels’!   Later, they met Princess Diana, and they were invited to the wedding reception for her marriage to Charles.  The Three Degrees are listed in the 2006 Guinness World Records book as the longest running female vocal group in history.

Don’t you think it’s time you came out from behind
that mask you wear that hides your heartache
If you follow me, I promise you will see
The pain will disappear before the daybreak

Feel it everywhere there’s magic in the air
and the night’s full of love from the fire we started
Listenin’ to the sound of music all around
there’s magic in the air.. Magic, Magic
Magic in the air. Magic, Magic

Now, don’t regret mistakes like every lover makes
while searching for his happy ever after
Every time you cry, you hide out of sight
a place that one can feel with love and laughter

Feel it everywhere there’s magic in the air
and the night’s full of love from the fire we started
Listenin’ to the sound of music all around
there’s magic in the air.. Magic, Magic
Magic in the air. Magic, Magic

[interlude]

Feel it everywhere there’s magic in the air
and the night’s full of love from the fire we started
Listenin’ to the sound of music all around
there’s magic in the air. Magic, Magic
Magic in the air. Magic, Magic

Now, it was no surprise I feel into your arms
It’s simple and sweet and sets me burnin’
When you spoke my name, my heart went aflame
I knew a special love was just beginning

Feel it everywhere there’s magic in the air
and the night’s full of love from the fire we started
Listenin’ to the sound of music all around
there’s magic in the air.. Magic, Magic
Magic in the air.. Magic, Magic
I feel it everywhere. Magic, Magic
‘cause there’s magic in the air. Magic, Magic

[guitar solo]

Feel it everywhere there’s magic in the air
and the night’s full of love from the fire we started
Listenin’ to the sound of music all around
there’s magic in the air. Magic, Magic
Feel it everywhere there’s magic in the air
and the night’s full of love from the fire we started
Listenin’ to the sound of music all around
there’s magic in the air. Magic, Magic
Magic in the air. Magic, Magic
I feel it everywhere. Magic, Magic
‘cause there’s magic in the air. Magic, Magic

In the air…in the air…in the air
In the air…in the air…in the air (fade)

Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Magic– July 27, 2020.

More Than I Need

I had enough toilet paper to last me till Thanksgiving and I was not worried when all the shelves were empty at the store, but yesterday when I went out, I saw that they had toilet paper available on the shelves again, and I bought more.  It is taking up the whole bottom space in my pantry and I can barely close the door and I figure that now I will be good through Easter and my pantry could be called the cupboard of abundance.  I certainly don’t want to run out of toilet paper and it looks like we have a long way to go with this Covid-19 pandemic, as it doesn’t seem to be going quietly away.  I wonder if I was stocking up, or have I become a hoarder.

It seems simple enough, wash your hands, avoid touching your face and when you are out in public, wear a mask and practice social distancing.  Trump came up with a deeply flawed argument, dismissing the severity of the pandemic, downplaying the effect of the disease even as infections continue to spread across the US.  He falsely claimed that 99% of the virus cases are totally harmless and I heard on the news that 4% of the people who get Covid-19 in the US, end up dead.  Almost 130,000 people have already died here from this so-called “harmless” virus and at about 2.9 million people have tested positive for the infection, so a simple observation along with some easy math says that it is closer to 4.5% of the people that contract this virus will end up dead.  These statistics don’t even account for the thousands of people who have spent weeks in the hospital or weeks at home with mild to moderate symptoms that caused debilitating health problems.

In Florida where many people are aging, test results showed that by July 3, that there has been a total of 190,052 positive COVID-19 cases with 3,702 of these resulting in death from the virus.  Since July 3rd, 18 more Florida residents have died from this pandemic.  It is not just the older populations and those with underlying health conditions that are at risk, as Covid-19 is having a severe impact on young people now.  In Florida, the median age of positive Covid-19 cases in March was 65 years old, but within the last week, it has dropped to 35 years old.  Florida has reopened and maybe this was done by Governor Ron DeSantis to oblige the Republican president, but if that is the case, this was done in bad taste.

A significant portion of Covid-19 patients are asymptomatic, so that means that there are a lot of people who are walking around with the virus, but since they are unaware of having it, but they are passing this infection on to others, so the transmission is still spreading.  The Novel Covid-19 is a silent killer and you may not know that you are infected, until it is too late.  The world is different now, especially in the stillness that was created by social distancing, quarantine, and isolation.  Many people feel loneliness and this is apparent in those who wear their heart on their sleeve, but everyone copes differently and you can’t tell a book by its cover.  It is not like we can put on a pair of ruby slippers and tap our heels together like Dorothy did in The Wizard of Oz and have everything go back to normal again, as the genie is not getting back in the bottle.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompts – Oblige, for the Daily Spur prompt – Loneliness, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Observation, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 142 prompt – The genie is not getting back in the bottle, for FOWC with Fandango – Taste, for Midwest Fantasy Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge – to write a poem or piece of prose around the words “in the stillness”, for Jibber Jabber by Sue – Quietly, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – The cupboard of abundance, for Ragtag Community – Ruby, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Available Book Sleeve, for Linda G. Hill Life in progress What Day is it Anyway? July 7th, 2020 and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Aging.

Back to School

Not the Rodney Dangerfield movie, this post concerns what it will be like for students going back after the Covid-19 outbreak.  Since the coronavirus is transmitted through direct contact with respiratory droplets of an infected person (generated through coughing and sneezing) and individuals can also be infected from touching surfaces contaminated with the virus and then touching their face (e.g., eyes, nose, mouth), precautions must be taken to protect everyone.  9 out of 10 children are out of school worldwide and a school shutdown on this scale has never been seen before.  Distance learning is only an option for those students that have computers and Internet access.  Normally schoolchildren commonly experience learning setbacks every year over their summer vacation which tends to wipe out one or two months of their academic growth, but this virus is unprecedented and it is likely to have major and long-lasting implications on the K-12 education system.

When schools eventually reopen it will be in a different place with respect to where and how kids will learn.  All of the schools were shutdown without a plan being in place for students to keep up with their coursework at home, so will they all have to repeat a grade?  This will probably only happen to the low-income, low-performing elementary students whose parents are not involved with their studies, but every student will be missing something.  Not every teacher has the knowledge, ability and qualifications to effectively teach online courses and some of the veterans that are more set in their ways may feel ambivalent about this type of setting.

A number of public health officials have indicated that they expect schools will likely be able to reopen this fall.  Schools connect students with peers and mentors, channel youthful energy into productive pursuits, teach essential academic skills and knowledge, and give overwhelmed parents room to breathe and work.  I am sure that somebody has already developed an App so that teachers can take roll call for students in a virtual classroom setting, but they may need many more tools to get their job done properly.  The importance of temperature checks cannot be understated and PPE requirements must be put in place, but I imagine that scenarios will need to be developed for every time a child is coughing in class.

The school nurse will need to be wired for more children being sent to them.  The school cafeteria may be a thing of the past as students might be eating their lunches inside of the classrooms.  I guess that more teachers will be required, especially is class size is going to be reduced, so that students can maintain proper distancing.  We are in uncharted waters, so some type of maneuver will have to be put in place to protect the students that go to school by bus.  We still don’t know enough about this pandemic to predict what will happen when the schools reopen and who will be at fault if a student get ill while in school.  We will all cherish the days before this virus changed everything and the frequent handwashing and sanitation procedures that will require us to wipe down all of the glass, metal, plastic and wood surfaces on a daily basis.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Maneuver, for the Daily Spur prompt – Fault, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Cherish, for FOWC with Fandango – Ambivalent, for May Writing Prompts – Wired for more, for Ragtag Community – Call, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Tools Wood Job and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Understated.

Walking Down the Red Carpet

Ringlets and roses are a few of my favorite things, but since not all curls are made alike, one has to be trenchant by wrapping their hair in opposite directions, which will give them that much sought after withershins look.  This is the latest craze and it created a brouhaha on the red carpet this year with many starlets adopting this vogue statement.  It takes practice to get this right and no novice can do it, but the importance of being in style is the only way to reach the ceiling, especially in an industry that is known to cause so much grief.  Sure, you also need the right shoes that match your outfit, as that is the only way to achieve harmony, so you can remain composed.

Having the right jewelry will become the feather in your cap, as the competition never ends and it is better to have this done yesterday than having to scurry out like the engine that could, at the last minute to find something.  Everyone who is nominated should put some thought into what they will say at their acceptance speech.  Always remember that the term red carpet is not a thingamajig, as this dates back to Ancient Greece, where it was immortalized in the play Agamemnon, that was written by Aeschylus the Father of Greek Tragedy, when Clytemnestra, Agamemnon’s wife, speaks of a floor of crimson broideries to spread for the King’s path.  Clytemnestra is not a happy camper when her husband finally arrives home from the Trojan War, bringing his concubine Cassandra with him.  She rolls out the crimson carpet to convince King Agamemnon to walk into his death, feeling that he was evil and deserved to die.  She used heavy robes to trap him in his bath which held him like the tentacle of an octopus and then she hacked him up with an axe.  She also kills Cassandra and then she sits down to enjoy some tea.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Trenchant, for the Daily Spur prompt – Composed, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Harmony, for FOWC with Fandango – Practice, for May Writing Prompts – Ringlets and roses, for Ragtag Community – Thingamajig, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Speech Importance Thought, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Novice and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 189, hosted by Yves where the prompts are – Withershins Brouhaha Competition Yesterday Ceiling Shoes Feather Scurry Tentacle Grief Tea Engine.

Flattened Coins

We were throwing pennies down onto the railroad tracks because we liked to watch them get flattened when trains ran them over.  Susan saw us and she said, “Can you give me some pennies, so I can join in on the fun?”  I told Susan that I could hear a train coming along and that she would have to wait till the next time as it was too dangerous now.  I said, “After the train passes and when the dust clears, it will be your turn to place the pennies on the tracks.”  The train zoomed by and we heard our pennies flying all over the place and when it was safe again, we collected the flattened pennies.  I told Susan that I would give her the rest of my pennies if she kissed me and she said that she would, but that would not mean that she was in love with me.  He kissed Susan and gave her the rest of his pennies, and she wiped off her mouth and said, “watch me go.”  Just as she was about to put them on the tracks, a police officer came by and chased everyone away.  Susan was furious as he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory.

Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Love, Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge – to write a story or poem that ends with the phrase “he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory” and for Writer’s Guild prompts – throwing pennies, when the dust clears and watch me go.

Prompts Are the Mainstay for Bloggers

Linda has concluded her Just Jot It January and Fandango just started up FFE where he provides a Daily Adage for us to write about.  Bee is doing her Love is in Da Blog again for February and Teresa who left over the WordPress scandal that Fandango reported about (and I for the life of me can’t remember the name of this) is back again with exciting new challenges.  It won’t be long before the April A-Z challenge is back here again and lucky for me, I have all of my topics picked out already.  I have already written 4 posts today and Bring Me My Newspaper got 22 views, Being a Perfectionist received 20 views, My Wife Anne de la Roch only got 9 views and Leaving Home and Exploring the World which got 6. That should have been enough writing for one day, but I am a glutton for punishment, so I decided to try and fit in 24 more prompt words, which may or may not be sagacious.

If I ignore the daily prompts, they could all dry up and blow away and then where would I be, left up the creek without a paddle most likely.  At times my responses may be uncouth and readers will pass them by with upturned noses, not willing to savor my aromatic phrases.  I could say that the devil made me do it when I write about sex and drugs, but that would be a lie, as Sexy savvy Sally could attest to.  I have a reluctance to follow the conventional rules for blogging and some people will find this to be imprudent, but I feel that it is fine and I hope others perceive my writing as being dulcet.  It has only been a few days since I last wrote a multi-prompt post and it was starting to feel like a century had passed by, so I was compelled to write this, just so I could feel alive again.

Every blogger must have a toolbox in their camp that they use for topics and the prompt challenges do this for me as they are the mainstay for my topics, but each blogger is different and everyone must develop their own discernment on how they will handle things.  I surrender to the prompts and let them take me to unknown places, without a sliver of an idea where I am heading.  They might lead me to a charcoal shadow, or lend a hand, or elbow me to open wide, or just settle under a willow and gaze at a snowdrop.  I usually like to end my posts with a song, but today I have the Bohemian Rhapsody trailer for you.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Mainstay, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wide, for the Daily Spur prompt – Camp, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Alive, for FOWC with Fandango – Century, for January Writing Prompts – Sexy savvy Sally, for Ragtag Community – Aromatic, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Willow Hand Shadow, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Devil and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 166, hosted by Yves where the prompts are – Snowdrop Fine Uncouth Sagacious Upturned Dulcet Reluctance Follow Charcoal Surrender Elbow Sliver Discernment.

You Can’t See Me

Twenty four year old Kate was playing with her three year old nice Kelly and she crossed her right arm over her eyes and said, “Na, na, na, na you can’t see me.”  Little Kelly replied, “Aunt Kate, just because you have covered up your eyes, saying that I can’t see you is not a valid point, because I can still see you.  It is not all that complicated, as you would have to cover my eyes for me not to be able to see you.  I don’t see your eyes, but just because you are out of sight, that doesn’t mean that you are out of mind, as I will always think of you and about that night when you were sleepless in the town of Harmony and you told me that you were having a baby and I would have a new cousin.”

Kate said, “Wow that was an impressive answer and I admire your accuracy and I am so proud that you will never be taken advantage of by any riff raff, or disreputable or undesirable people, because you have a functioning brain.  You will know when your glass is half empty and when it is half full, which wheel needs the grease and you will be able to determine which way the wind is blowing and know when there is trouble at the gate.  How about we watch a movie while I comb that scraggly hair of yours, but first we will need to go to Stage Clear and you have to pick up your toys.  While you are doing that, I will get us each some ice for our drinks.  I think I found a movie that we may both enjoy called Robin Hood Turns Over a New Leaf in Sherwood Forest, what do you think, will that work for you?”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Accuracy, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Gate, for Normal Happenings Daily Inkling prompt – Stage Clear, for the Daily Spur prompt – Wind, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Complicated, for FOWC with Fandango – Valid, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – Grease, for Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda of Midwest Fantasy Tuesday Writing Prompt – “twenty four” and “ice”, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Scraggly, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie NEKNEERAJ’s Photo Challenge #299, for January Writing Prompts – Sleepless in the town of harmony, for Ragtag Community – Movie, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Glass Leaf Robin and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Riff.

Weird Dream

If all roads lead to Rome, then how did the Romans ever get anywhere?  This must have pissed them off if they started out heading for Athens and they ended up back in Rome and the imponderabilia of this situation which was always a vicious circle would boggle anyone.  I will just let that thought bake in your brain for a while I relate my dream from last night to you about this large brain that I met in the woods.  The brain had no voice, but we were able to communicate through telepathy.  The brain scarred me with twisted tales and torture devices and I was ready to say bye, bye birdie to the brain, when I heard the wind chime ring out and I realized that we were not alone.  I heard laughter and I did a search for the sound which began to scintillate my ears.

The brain started to mirror everything that I was doing and all I could think about was finding an axe and splitting it into two hemispheres.  I don’t normally subscribe to violence, but I knew that I was dreaming and I began to think of the brain as being nothing more than an unnecessary big empty text box that should be deleted, because it was just taking up space in my dream.  It became vital that I beat this brain at his own game.  The game was on like Donkey Kong and we were going to tangle, as I was going to test his metal and then rub his nose in it.  I had to maintain my poise and refrain from being shy, so I could destroy the brain and not leave any traces behind.  This was not the time to be negligent, but all I had was a beach towel and some paper and as daylight was running out, I needed a plan.  No matter how many winters had to pass, I needed to save the human race from this giant brain bug and I remembered that in Starship Troopers, that the brain was more afraid of us than we were of it.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Vital, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Bake, for the Daily Spur prompt – Test, for Normal Happenings Daily Inkling prompt – Big Empty Text Box, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Laughter, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #49 where the image is a large silver brain in a wooded area surrounded by trees, for FOWC with Fandango – Paper, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – Bye Bye Birdie, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Subscribe, for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 34 prompt – Winters, for January Writing Prompts – Twisted tales and torture devices, for Ragtag Community – Daylight, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Beat Towel Shy, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Boggle and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 163, hosted by Yves where the prompts are – Rub Tangle Scintillate Search Wind chime Alone Traces Poise Negligent Imponderabilia Mirror Everything.

Aurora Borealis

I never knew that microscopic turmoil resulting in dynamic instability is what gives the northern lights their eerie glow.  The luminescent glow typical of auroras comes from light that’s emitted when high-energy particles that have been ejected from the sun and waylaid by earth’s magnetosphere collide with atoms and molecules in our upper atmosphere.  It is kind of scary that these lights are the result of energy from outer space and the different colors are a mix of red with green or blue.  Northern Lights is also a type of cannabis that grows best if you aerate the soil.  It is known to slam your body into a wonderfully numbing, lazy mode, taking away your desire to do anything but sit on the couch and listen to music while you indulge in munchies and tell yourself that everything can wait till tomorrow.

I know that some gentlemen prefer blondes, but my bucket list includes seeing this light show while smoking some Northern Lights as I also gratify myself by listening to Bob Dylan sing ‘Rainy Day Women’ at the same time.  I am not sure how this will compare to the time when I went camping along the Onofre river and I found those 7000 years old stone age etchings and hung out with the local tribe eating sugar cane, but I am going to give it a try, as nothing ventured, nothing gained.  It felt so good to be welcomed to the jungle and see wild animals that were not caged in a zoo.  Having the freedom to sniff the jungle air was like smelling the breath of God.  When I got back from this trip, I discovered the perfect styling product for my hair, Northern Lights Matte Paste, which comes in a jar and is made with quality plant-derived ingredients, so it is not full of harsh chemicals.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Gratify, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Give, for the Daily Spur prompt – Tomorrow, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Luminescent, for FOWC with Fandango – Scary, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – Gentlemen prefer blondes, for Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda of Midwest Fantasy Tuesday Writing Prompt – I never knew, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan prompt – Mix, for January Writing Prompts – Along the Onofre river, for Ragtag Community – Aerate, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Sniff Paste Sugar and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Zoo.

Bridge Inspector

It’s a wonderful life, I love my job and since somebody has to do it, it might as well be me.  I routinely certify bridges applying strict standards and specifications to ensure that these bridges are safe for public use.  If the bridge meets my approval and is free of mechanical mishaps, then you can feel safe driving over it and not have to worry about being drown in a watery grave.  In the long run, I look at every fissure and try to discover why it has formed.  If I see that some of the metal has turned patina because of a hostile environment, then I will order it to be painted.  My labor consists of climbing in and around structures to access their condition trying while to catch any defects and I often end up ripping my shirt or getting blood on it.

I am a structural engineer that is specialized in Chemistry, Physics and the properties of materials and I concinnate my education with my work experience to be the consummate professional.  I utilize everything from snooper trucks to aerial drones to ground-penetrating radar and ultrasonic testing equipment, to listen to the different musical sounds that trucks will make when they march over the bridge which will help me determine if the top layer of concrete is separating from the layer that is below it.  I don’t want anyone experiencing peripeteia and singing ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ as they are driving over any of the bridges that I have inspected.

In my free time, which I have every evening, as it is best to check out the bridges in daylight, I dabble with pottery and I am currently working on a vase that can be used to hold umbrellas and I will keep this outside my front door.  I have a web page where you can view my aesthetically pleasing and functional pottery.  I have constructed vases in an array of playful shapes and sizes and I have made some pastel favor vases, which make unique wedding gifts and are perfect for a bridal shower.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Discover, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Why, for the Daily Spur prompt – March, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Patina, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #47 where the image shows a two lane bridge spanning two mountains along a coastal road high above a deep gorge or inlet, for FOWC with Fandango – Musical, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – It’s a Wonderful Life, for Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt – Goodbye, for December Writing Prompts – Mechanical mishaps, for Ragtag Community – Pastel, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Evening Shirt Blood, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Labor and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #161, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Vase Watery Catch Door Hostile Concinnate Peripeteia Page Fissure Run Drown Long.