but after that last thread, (The Cherished Blogfest http://wp.me/p5kuFz-he) – and getting so many positive responses…
my typing fingers are literally finger typed…aaahtied.
I loved getting to know you all.
I visited every single poster back,
read my way through your blogs and left comments.
Sigh… if only the day had a few zillion more hours.
Actually my first blog fest confirmed how I prefer getting a suggested topic.
Whenever my grandkids call me on the phone, (which they do a lot), they beg me to tell them a story… And as usual, the first thing that enters my mind is a blankety- blank white canvas. Yup… absolutely nothing.
Then I hear the whining and the giggling and more whining,… “Come on Oma, (grandmother in German) … tell us a story right now! …….Poleeeeeeeeeeease!”
Well after I flush the toilet and wash my hands, I then make myself comfortable between a pot of over-cooked spaghetti, meatballs, and half-tossed salad.
“You know how this works… you have to tell me what the story should be about.” I remind them.
“A gorilla!” Shouts Manuel, my 5-year-old grandson.
“No stupid!” Michael cries in the background.
I hear shoving and something toppling over. I groan a sigh of relief, … because I didn’t hear any glass shattering.
“It’s my turn to decide today!” Michael, my seven-year old grandson continues to yell. “Poleeeeeease Oma, tell us a story about racing cars!”
More shoving and grunts.
“Okay okay… but only if you two stop fighting. I’ll tell you a story about racing cars and a gorilla. How would you like that?”
“Yesssss.” They suddenly whisper in unison, in an awe-like and, (bless their hearts), quiet reverence.
When beginning my story,… I don’t have a clue as to where it will lead me,… and, as usual, I’m as curious as my grandsons…Right − a gorilla and a racing car… what the…?
“But up to now… every story turned out to have a plot! Even a cool ending! And one or the other has even caused some giggling fits…accompanied by thumping background sounds of things falling down.
So what am I trying to say?… I guess there is nothing like participating in a Blogfest to fill a blog.
How do YOU all decide on your next topic?
I sure hope to hear from you again, and you can be sure that I will visit you too.
My grandsons rescuing their Guinea pigs from being attacked by wild plastic horses.
Oh, and in case anyone wonders what happens to the stories