So this is the outcome!  You began the wanderjahr of chasing your dream on a pennyworth of funds, with a pint of whiskey and a sleeping bag,  and fists quick to punch.   What now, Wastrel?  Metals pawned? Marooned on cement?  Lost as a blind octopus?  Breathless anticipation to dreary desolation?

Cease your wandering.  Come home, my son.


Prompt for Wordle:  Use at least ten of the following twelve words.

  • pint
  • chase
  • fists
  • cease
  • sleeping bag
  • octopus
  • marooned
  • metal
  • breathless
  • pennyworth
  • wastrel (noun). a wasteful or good-for-nothing person.
  • wanderjahr (noun). A year spent travelling abroad, typically immediately before or after a university or college course

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to COME HOME, MY SON

  1. any1mark says:

    Sons wander until they can’t. Coming home is a pit stop at best. Nicely done

    • oneta hayes says:

      I used to work breakfast in a food line. I could hardly believe how many had homes they could have returned to, but chose not to. They did not want rules or accountability.

  2. Absolutely outstanding, Oneta! I LOVE this! ❤ ❤

  3. calmkate says:

    perfect use of all those words into a story that e can really relate to Oneta!

  4. Faye says:

    Great succinct use of words. Hearts turn to story of the prodigal son. Applies to ALL…who run from THE FATHER. xx

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