Old Man’s Whimsy

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019


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Spouse would take

Astronaut’s giant leap

Adventure, no crowds

I say he’ll go alone

To float mid nothing

Without wedded partner

He ponders awhile

Revisits topic  

I try not to roll eyes, You

Might get stuck up there

No return, home sweet 

Home, love’s warm bed

Fame’s price, he kids, hugs me.

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Ryan’s Designer Pie


Today’s prompt: pie, fuel, designer

Husband’s favorite dessert is

“Any kind” of pie… but I can’t bake

One to save my very soul, no good

At crusts.

On his birthday I cook his favorite

Dinner, and offer cake with candles.

He’s always grateful…but it’s not pie.

Yesterday he was rather late coming

Home from errands… I’d started to 

Fret, fussed at him as he walked in.

Wearing sheepish smile, he explained

He’d discovered a new shop across

From where he fuels up the car…

It advertised “designer pies”.

What could I say? 🙂

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Ryan and Rita’s Rule


Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti

Husband invited his nephew for dinner…

We have a rule:  if Ryan doesn’t okay

His invitations with me, then he cooks.

I love to cook, don’t get me wrong, but

Not under pressure of less than 24-hrs

Notice… I was waiting to see if I’d

Be ordering pizza.

Nephew Will showed up with a

Potted fern in hand…I guess it was a

Fern…looked sad, bedraggled…but I

Thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

He shuffled his feet, blushed, said

“Yeah, I heard Uncle Ry’s in deep

Doo-doo…what’s he making?”

No food fragrance gave hint, so

We went to check the galley.

McHandsome had a pot boiling…

Pasta, steaming up the windows.

He wore my apron, and grinned…  

“Almost ready, Love!”

Will asked what it was.

“Your favorite and mine, Rita’s

Spaghetti with meatballs!”

Will arched his eyebrows at me:

“You caved?”

I shook my head…. “the man’s

Lucky I label frozen food

Containers…might have been

Turkey drippings from last


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More Ryan and Rita


Today’s prompt: sugar, certificate, golf

Another episode with America’s Senior (blog) Sweethearts…♥

Husband took up golf last year, but

Not in a serious way…he’s no addict.

So I was surprised when he came in 

Holding a piece of paper with a gold

Seal on it… “What’s this?” I ask.

“A certificate,” he says.

I shrug, make a smiley-frown, thinking

There was probably a competition I’ve

Forgotten about… “No trophy, Sugar?”

“Read it,” he says.

It says he’s certified to be a coach…how

Did that happen, I’m wondering, not

Showing the enthusiasm he was expecting.

“You’re qualified to be a coach?  That

 Happened quick…”

“Yep, I took to golf like a duck to water.”

He’s a little too proud for my liking.

“Well, what does this mean, exactly…

What does it entail?  Will you be

Gone every weekend, now?”

“No, not every one…takes time to get

Referrals, people who want a coach.”

I’m getting a sick-stomach feeling.

“Um…do I need to worry about you

Spending inordinate amounts of time

With young women in short-shorts?”

“Good grief, Love.”  His expression

Doesn’t reassure me somehow.

“Well…I was young once, remember

And I fell for you because you were an

Older man…mature, charming, gorgeous, etc.

So I think you should be cautious about the

Students, clients, you agree to coach.”

His back is to me as he looks out the window

And says, “it’s the older, rich widows and

Divorcees who seem to hunt the coaches.”

“Oh…great.  I’d have to be wealthy, aside

From our joint assets, to compete?”

“Rita, I’m flattered that you think I’m  

Still a chick-magnet, but you also know

I’m a one-woman guy… Maybe you’d like

To be my first student?” he asks, his arms

Around my waist as he nuzzles my neck.

I have zero interest in golf…there are other

Sports he could coach me in, though…

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Bargains Cure the Blues


Today’s prompt: Portugal, scissors, egg

Husband’s enjoying his one-egg breakfast

As, scissors in hand, I clip coupons…

“Would you like to go to Portugal?” he asks.

I frown at absurd idea, “Why?”

“You’ve had the blues…said you want to

 Go ‘far away’…Portugal’s far, and full of

Culture”, he says, with bland sweetness.

“I’d rather go to the grocery store…this

Pile of coupons will reap a bonanza

Of savings, hon—drink your coffee

And let’s vamoose.”

“That’s why I married you—your

Passion for bargains, inexpensive thrills.”

“So, I’m a perfect wife?”

“Well…I would appreciate you letting me finish

The paper before you cut it up.”

“Sorry…with the money saved, I’ll get you

Another one—come on, before the

Artichokes are gone!”

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Laundry, Love, and Lawsuits






This compilation of prompts offers another peek into the wacky wonderful world of “Ryan and Rita’s” enduring marital bliss ~ ♥Ennle

Looking into laundry basket

I frown, hold up Ryan’s shirt…

“Is this lipstick on your collar?”

Glancing up from his book, “You

Haven’t worn lipstick since we

Had guests, ages ago”.

I roll eyes, “my shade is lighter”.

“Looks lovely on you”, he returns

To his reading as I examine odd

Stain:  “I don’t think I can get this

Out if I don’t know what it is…”.

He ignores me.

“In some states you can still file a

Lawsuit for infidelity…” (is he listening?).

Grinning, he sets book aside, reaches

For suspect shirt, peers at it.  “Alright

Judge, I confess:  while you were chatting

Up the produce manager when we shopped

Yesterday, I went to the bakery…for bread

Giving into temptation, I purchased and

Ate a donut, raspberry-filled—DNA in the

Reddish stain, per defense expert, is

Likely a mix:  raspberry jelly and saliva

From the Defendant.” 

He pauses (is she laughing?).

“A lawsuit for infidelity in such

Cases would be a stretch…but if you

Prevailed, what would you win?

Having no wealth, no Stradivarius

Violin, I could only hock my guitar…

Love, you’d be left without a song.”

I’m chuckling…but can’t resist a

Dig: “How could you sneak off

To get a raspberry-filled donut

And not buy ME one?”

He pulls me onto his lap for finale:

“We, the Jury, find the defendant…

Guilty, ‘felony thoughtlessness'”.

Asks, “What’s my sentence, Judge?”

I offer sexy smile…“Time served, and

Restitution: donuts—a dozen”.

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Aye! Found Almonds


Prompt: pirate, almonds, frame

Searching for almonds


Treat, husband suffered eye


Emergency room nurse suspects domestic

Violence as I frame explanation…husband grins, handsome pirate.

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The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.