Day's End. That was how it looked yesterday at sunset.
Disaster Rose. What do you think of that for a protagonist's nickname?
David. I've always liked that name. Solid, cheerful, thoughtful. Dave. Davey. The Husband's surname means son of David.
Debonair. Cary Grant. George Clooney. The Husband. Humor is part of my definition of debonair.
Dig it. Can you dig it? Hands, please, who said this once upon a time, with a straight face. I do like to dig in the yard, and I do a decent job of digging, I like to think.
Meet John Doe. Recently the Husband and I watched Meet John Doe, a 1941 Frank Capra film starring Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck with Walter Brennan. Good trembles into arms of Evil so it may survive, but eventually Good realizes it is not Evil and scrambles back onto the path of light.
The name John Doe doesn't make sense to me. I understand that it refers to a male with an unknown identity. Shouldn't it be John Buck then?
Daisy. So hearty, resilient, determined, economical with its water, unassuming. Hold on here. Am I describing daisies in general? The daisies that live in our yard? A protagonist of some amazing story. Hmmm, could Disaster Rose's true name be Daisy?
Dynamite. Ka-boom! Keep it out of mad people's hands, please. Shudder.
Hmmm, what if dynamite figured in a story about Daisy, aka Disaster Rose. Would she be Good or Evil?
Last Dinner. I would want chicken bittermelon soup with white rice. Slurp, slurp. For dessert, I would like a thick slice of chocolate cake and a cup of black coffee and Kahlua.
Dappled. "I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep," sang Simon & Garfunkel.
Democrat. Mama voted in every election since she became a naturalized U.S. citizen in 1960. She liked to tell me about the time someone asked her why she was registering as a Democrat. "Because," she answered, "Democrats are for the poor people." She thought highly of President FDR, President Kennedy, President Clinton, and President Obama.
Daddy. The photo of Daddy and the carabao was taken in January 1974 in the Philippines. He was 68 years old and it was his second visit back to his homeland which he left in 1928. Twenty-year-old me took the photo.
Day by Day. Did you know that Shirley Bassey was a Dame? I didn't. Nor did I know that Dame Bassey sang "Day by Day."
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