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Six Sentence Story: Plate

It's been a while since I've participated in the Six Sentence Story hop hosted by Ivy. I guess you could say I've dropped the ball plate. 🙂

"How do they make it look so easy?"

The quickly spinning plates balanced so perfectly on the poles the Chinese women acrobats held in their hands. As she watched them, mesmerized by the hypnotic movement of the plates, she thought she saw words on each ceramic disc: family, job, chores, exercise, mental health, home projects, budget, . . . . Her mind spun as frantically as the plates. 

Returning home from the performance, determined to learn their secret, her hasty internet search informed her that the plates were not regular dinnerware, but special pieces with places for the poles to attach. Comparative guilt relieved, she settled back into the rhythm of her life: some plates spun nicely for a time, others fell and needed to be picked up again.  








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  1. A great description of life!! Spinning plates. Very good . Glad you came back.

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    1. Thanks. I'm trying to get the plates all spinning again. :-)

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  2. Smart to look it up, as not to mistake someone else's trick for reality.

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  3. If only we had little slots to hold all the plates we juggle!

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  4. Ed Sullivan!
    Actually, this is also the namesake of a clarklike emotional state 'to be Ed Sullivaned'
    Why sure, I can provide some backstory... lol
    So, for me, I was exposed to plate spinners as the occasional act on the Ed Sullivan show (your mother can tell you about it...lol)
    Anyway, as a clark, I would sit and watch and would feel direct, and genuine embarrassment when plates would drop and break in front of the audience. (I once called it 'projectile empathy'...lol)
    what an excellent Six

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    1. I was really surprised to read that some plate spinning is rigged--I thought plate spinning was all like what you described.

      "Projectile empathy" is a good thing, I think.

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  5. OK, it's me, Lisa. No idea why Google isn't recognizing me. :(
    I always wondered about those plate-spinners. Very cool skill. Can't say I'm surprised that much is rigged. Disappointing!

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    1. Hi Lisa! I don't know that all plate-spinning is rigged; I think there are actually legitimate spinners. I just came across info about the truck plates, and used those for the purpose of this story.

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