Call to action?

A friend and I challenged each other to write 73 blogs from a list of suggested topics one of us found; we completed the first twenty-five, but as we looked at the next tranche we realised that the topics really were very dull, repeats of the previous subjects, and even with our imaginations and creative brains cells working overtime we realised that there would be some very dreary blogs from us. Nothing daunted, between us, we made another list, so we could continue the challenge. He added some, I added some, so it still would take some thought to get writing. One of his suggestions was to write about a favourite call to action.

Call to action – I was puzzled, what exactly did it mean what action? Whose action? Marching in the streets? Protesting for climate change, adjusting our lives to help the environment? I had to look it up, and this is what Wikipedia says:

Call to action (CTA) is a marketing term for any device designed to prompt an immediate response or encourage an immediate sale. A CTA most often refers to the use of words or phrases that can be incorporated into sales scripts, advertising messages, or web pages, which compel an audience to act in a specific way.

Well I know nothing about marketing, and have no wish to sell anything (apart from my books) so I think this is one challenge beyond what I can do or write about in an interesting way. Also I have no favourite as i am not totally sure what it is. Another definition: an exhortation or stimulus to do something in order to achieve an aim or deal with a problem. Well maybe I could write about that.

Something in order to achieve an aim or deal with a problem… What problems do I have? Well, I share the problems facing the world and do what I can – I try to be environmentally friendly in the small ways that’s possible for an ordinary person. We try to be green, we give to various charities, we try to be helpful and supportive to family, friends and our community, we do our best. 

However, we do have various challenges at home – the greatest is trying to be organised and tidy, in the house and in the garden, and to be honest we have failed on both counts, and we do live in somewhat of a state of chaos. Clothes are washed, out on the line and ironed, the floors are hoovered and swept, food is bought, prepared cooked and eaten, everything is clean, no-one is hungry… it’s just we are very untidy, and somehow we become distracted from putting things away, or putting things away in the right place, So that is definitely a call to action – be more tidy! The garden has become very overgrown – we’re so busy with writing, painting, making music, that remembering to do some pruning or pulling up weeds is something we’re not at the moment that good at – so another call to action!

I think that will do for the time being, two calls is surely enough, especially when the actions are endless! But before I answer the call I must just write a little more of my next story…


  1. andrewbeechroad

    Well …… what about the time you left a bottle of Sanatogen, with the vicar because he called for all his parishioners to bring something “Happy” to his talk on the meaning of the little known “Sermon at the Fish Tank”, and you mistook his call to sing to the Lord and gave a rendition of “Have you seen your mother, baby dancing in the shadow”, while demonstrating the Lambeth Walk? I only ask because Mabel Trellis of Whalley Range still speaks warmly of the event and the disappearance of the entire choir who were last seen dancing in single file up the left hand side of the East Lancs Road. Golly you were wild in those day.

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    1. Lois

      Good heavens Mr Simpson, what a memory you have! Indeed I do now recall those wild bacchanalian excesses – I even ate a whole tin or Portuguese sardines in extra virgin olive oil on one such occasion. Maybe my most vivid memory of you at that time was your customary kaftan flowing as you whirled with your dervish friend through the night streets of Whalley Range. And then of course was THAT incident with the bicycle bell, the horseshoe and the tiny person dressed as an elf – you were denied entry to the Conti club – which took some doing!!


      1. andrewbeechroad

        Ah Mabel …. her of the Ossy Clark dress, homemade strawberry perfume and that faint hint of incense ….. a child of the late 1940s, who always felt happier when talking to the flowers and singing Grace Slick. The last I heard she had taken a plane to San Franciso, in search of adventure in Haight-Ashbury.

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      2. Lois

        The latest news I have is that Goldfinch Skydreamer (we knew him as Bob Jones) came across her in an ashram in Pondicherry… but of course Bob was never very reliable, never knew where anything was – which includes himself. I have almost fond memories of him waking up on the floor saying ‘where am I?’ Mind you, he always knew where he was when it was his turn to buy a round, usually in the Gents.


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