Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Sunday, July 25, 2021
There are only a few groups that make me stop and listen, and CCR (Credence Clearwater Revival) with John Fogerty is one of those. Hard to explain, but he is unique, with talent that grabs me.
Went to a performance in Laughlin, CA, about 2 years go. Still remember it. He closed with my favorite "Bad Moon Rising", still gives me goosebumps.
How about you? Have you ever had a performer who grabs you and doesn't let go?
Books will all surround us. Books from boxes topple from bookcases. Boxes? In the garage?This all seems unending, moving and unpacking. Then, how about finding space in which to place our treasures? This is all unending, a chore that we did not see at the beginning of escrow.
Shopping on the day after Christmas and you find there are no bargains worth this amount of physical abuse.
Thursday, July 22, 2021
Town of Nefarious, Wyoming or Idaho: pop.
At the turn of the 1900s, Nefarious ** had been a boom town. Seltzer Springs brought in wagons full of health seekers to use the springs, eat peculiar food, and spend money.
Alas, the Springs started to dry up along with the tourists. Around 1993, the population itself dwindled. Then one day, few boys were playing in the empty waterbed when they screamed in delight, ran back to the mayor, Ol' Doc Kinkaid, who confirmed their big find. He took to kids to his house and locked them in a closet. "I'll let you out when the city council men get here."
The council men came quickly as there had been little to do lately.
The boys told them and led them to the creek bed. "Look, Mr. Jenkins! Look!" And there it was: the bones of an immense prehistoric boa, 50 feet long with the circumference of 8 feet. Silence fell. There was more to be found as they walked along the dried stream, lined with dinosaur bones.
He continued. "Phones ripped out, Facebook and such shut down...secrecy is the key. Boys? You wanta help or be locked up in the old boarded up classroom out in the dusty school?"
The town without the gossipy group threw muscle into renewal. Quilts were ordered from China, tags removed, with new tags added "Hand-sewn by Louisa May Smith". Rusty tools and blacksmith shop were restored. Jars and jars of jams, preserves, and candles were ordered. The labels were stripped off, and new ones put on: Mrs. Nefer's Homemade.... My...Oh, the work. Nefarious appeared to be frozen in the late 1800s.
The gossipy type were sent on a 21 day cruise to Hawaii on the Holland American vee Dam.
Finally, the paleontologists were summoned. Two wise men, then four, then more: all agreed that this was the biggest titanoba ever found, and joy overflowed as they walked down the creek bed.
A lackadaisical bearded old man was paid to sit in an old chair with his feet propped up on the sidewalk railing. Curious tourists with full shopping bags asked him how long had he been there.
"Heck if I know," he answered and then aimed some tobacco spit at the nearby spittoon. Sometime he hit the mark, sometimes he did not. All went well in Nefarious here on out.
Please forgive me for assigning Idaho, Wyoming, Montana to the town Nefarious I actually think there are some others, but they might be in Pennsylvania.
This is a repost of Wednesday Words given as a challenge for bloggers to shake up their writing, to take a break from WIPs, try different genre. A dear Blogger, Delores, started this challenge a few years back, passing the baton onto other talented bloggers.
P.S. We visited Branson, MO, a few years ago. Branson is famous for its quilts and homey products, I was eager to look at them. They were lovely, but when I looked for the source, I found a tag, "Made in China". Then I saw a sign which read, "Homey Quilts, made by Branson designs."
Monday, July 19, 2021
The chilled fresh produce room can hold 20 people, easy. The chilled dairy products room can hold at least 50 people, as long as everyone keeps moving.
Friday, July 16, 2021
|There's an Orange Apron!|
Upon marriage, it is assumed that each partner knows their station in life: Husband carries the load, seizing opportunities to improve and provide for his family. Wife is released to do everything else, all to cover all bases and support as far as possible and using common sense, her Husband's decisions.
For example, couple heads to Home Depot to purchase stuff for home project. Husband has written in a notebook: screws, nails, bug killer, and a lot of other items.
When Husband walks into Home Depot, he walks aimlessly looking for tools and plumbing. Where is that... you know, those screws I wanted...He mutters to Wife, who rolls her eyes to heavens above in supplication.
|Husband searching aimlessly|
Husband is embarrassed---he doesn't need help. The woman in the Orange apron tries to help Husband, but he did not write down the size of the screw or the nail. He could remember those damn sizes! Thank you very much!
Meanwhile, Wife has gone ahead to toss those "other items" into the cart, including several rolls of duct tape. Finally, Orange apron has sorted Husband out, helping him to figure out the screw and nail situation. Husband is pleased. Wife is relieved. Orange apron chalks it up to just another Husband, lost until found by Wife.
As they head to check-out, Wife turns to Orange apron and mouths "Thank You!" Apron mouths back, "Good luck!" Both shake their heads in commiseration.
Yes, indeedy, our stations in life are important.
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
|Gotta respect the cat|
Sunday, July 11, 2021
Words linger in silence
Just outside my reach.
Once easily they popped to me,
Now, those damn words will
Scamper and bound away.
Perhaps what scares me most
Is when the words pause in mid sentence,
Leaving my brain
To scramble through the files there,
Searching for the right words.
Words, words, words.
Words that sing and shout.
Words that fly about.
Zing, zap, and zoom.
Winging their way with wonder
Denying grasps, causing gasps
Written in 1971, at college during teacher training.
A writer in a hazy world
Is a sad writer.
Wednesday, July 7, 2021
Liam's grandfather had told him stories of life in Ireland, how farmers and their harnessed draft horses plowed land and brought in harvest. These images were so compelling that one day, Liam and wife Betty headed to the 'auld country themselves.
First few miles, Liam and Betty were filled with energy, singing every Irish song they knew, which were many. Over the hours, as energy seemed to drop and sag, they decided that left lane at the fork looked more promising and shorter to the pit stop where other renters would gather and sing more Irish songs.
Mud grabbed their wheels which locked the caravan stock still, while Billy quite happily grazed at lush green grass. Betty began to weep and Liam was dismayed, feeling betrayed by his grandfather's stories.
Then, a fine old black and white tractor came chugging and howling to this miserable couple, followed by Sean in a Ford 150, who fixed the problem right and proper, pulling them out of mud, with a loud SUCK.
Back at Caravan Travels, Liam doled over more pounds to rent a mobile trailer, hooked on the trailer hitch of his rental car, and drove off in a bright red shade of embarrassment.
This was a post from August 2015.
Sunday, July 4, 2021
Chris had never been known to be a “waiter”; instead he always threw himself headlong into many diverse adventures…here, there, here...He loved the adrenalin rush, the way it drove him. After that rush came his pride and carelessness.
Be intense, diligent… …taking on the most mundane of tasks. Wait upon the Lord…were the words running through his mind when the alarm bell rang.
“Take it, Chris!” cried out a fellow fireman. At the clunk sound of hose thrown to him, adrenaline surged. Gripping the heavy hose tightly, Chris reminded himself ”Time to serve!” as he raced into the blazing house.