I am tired, oh so tired.

 

 

I, Daniel Ester, am tired. These are my thoughts after five years of studying something that is apparently useless and unnecessary to one's existence.

I am tired of wallowing in a life that swirls  around on a figurative spindle with no results.

I am tired of smelling smoke of bratwurst wafting from that neighbor who lives just below my apartment. Can't he grill a steak now and then.

I am tired of blaring music from another neighbor above me from Trinidad.

I am tired of big boob blonde neighbor across the hall, who parades around in the courtyard, wearing her latest purchases from Victoria's Secret.  Actually, I don't mind that part at all, being a red-blooded American male with a strong libido.

I am tired of that toothless codger with knobby knees on first floor apartment ogling the blonde as she struts around applying sunscreen.

Dammit, I am just plain tired of it all.  

 In fact, I may move out of Mom's basement when graduation comes for me to get my degree in historical studies, with a focus on ancient Sumerian society...   

...like that is going to get me a job, that comes with a paycheck?  But I hear Lowe's is hiring someone who can read stuff and follow directions.  I can handle that, I think.  

 

 

The underlined words are Wednesday Words from 2016. The Wed. Words are the creation of a now retired blogger named Delores. She handed this writing off to other bloggers when her computer gave up. The new finder-of-words is River and she has a creative mind... 

Do pop over to her site and join the Wed. Word Challenges.  

I often go back to previously posted blogs.  These are always re-written and changed because I have changed as a writer. So if you shrug off my posts, please grant me a pass. I have been diagnosed with Parkinson's and my hands are fighting my fingers.   

November to December

   This a re-post of 2010.  I liked it, and juggled some words about to post it again in 2017. Now, here in 2019, I post it again.

Why is this post going up in early November, you may ask.  Christmas 2016 my husband's family went on a cruise because Mom Kane had died in February and none of us wanted to be home, without her.

It wasn't Christmas for any of us, we acknowledged it then and now.  Now, each year since 2016 we gather in one home or another and talk about times with Mom and Dad, and the joy they brought to Christmas.

This year, 2019 my husband and I will dance up a storm around the tree with our teenage granddaughters, laughing about all the other dances of the past. WE will stop our dancing after a few minutes while they carry away the night.

YouTube: Flash Mob, 2010

Merry Christmas!

 

Snow in Chicago

 Snow holds no mystery for us as we have experienced it for our entire lives until we got married and fled. But then my husband was a TA at Iowa State University. Snow swept across the prairie and locked us in at any given time.

Victorville, California

And then...

We dwelled in Victorville, California, in the Mojave Desert, a hellish wasteland. Surrounded by flat fields of sand, sagebrush, scrubs, and tumbleweeds, our family grew there for seven years. When the temperature plummeted to 94 deg. F/37 C., it felt like we needed jackets.

And then....

We moved to Ireland then where there was rain every day.  It was joyous, for the world was green and lush. Sadly, we lived there for only a few years.

And now...

Now we are enjoying a fairly even climate and enjoying the beauty of our area.  But, we miss some of the spring, all of the fall, and maybe a nibble of winter from Illinois. Summer in the Midwest is not missed at all.

And then...

My son John married Arlette in Chicago at December 4, 2016, with both families all around. What we also experienced was an unexpected taste of winter.

Just a taste, a beautiful taste was all we needed.

A cemetery was across the street from our really cool hotel. When
we arrived , I promised our gr-daughters we would explore
it tomorrow.

And then...

The next day we woke up to see snow, it was glorious.

The table on the balcony was pure and smooth.

Our gr-daughters were thrilled when the snowflakes began
to fall. 

And then the next day, we left the snow behind and flew

to LAX. The diamonds of light lay down below, making Los Angeles 

truly resemble where angels might actually have been.

God created snow, rain, desert, etc. He has a plan for us, for what awaits us. 

Snow? It is all part of the plan, just like barren wilderness or swamps, it is all part of His plan.

So, I guess we have to go with "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

This is a post from long ago.  Our son John got married back in 2016, and it was a great day.

Ol' Man with his Piope

 

Aw, so, ye caught me, yer ol’ man and ol’ wit ruby cheeks.

 

 Too many pints of Harp. Faded memories, I dinna know what dey were.

 

Send me your laughter , lass.  Give me a kiss and take flight wit yer fairy wings. 

Ah, girl, do ye have any tobac for me píope??

                                                                                   Aw, well, so.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              On wi’ ye.

 The underlined words are the Wed. Words, first started by Delores, back in 2016. She handed off the baton to volunteers. This one is from seven years ago. This week will show other words from River  

 

Please,oh please, give yourself a whirl and write a short story, poem, prose...there are some mighty handsome words there.  Write in the comment section or indicate that you'll post something at your own site.  We beg that you link it back to the site, so we can all give it a look see.  Slainte.

Torch in the Dark Fount

Such fragility

Finn struggled with creating meaningful narrative in his latest book, Torch in the Dark Fount.

Liam carefully spread the ceremonial shawl upon….

Who? Why would he “spread” any shawl upon…? Delete…delete…

Liam grasped his knife and savagely shred the silken shawl ….

A little better….type, type…

Liam presented a fragile white crocus dipped in enemy blood to Warrior Queen Maeve. 

Ah, much better, Finn decided. With a chest filled with pride, he headed to his kitchen.

However, Finn Liam did not push save, something he would regret in a few hours. Rookie mistake, but it was not Finn's Liam's first.
 

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The underlined words are part of the Wednesday Words from Sept. 2016.  

Apocalyptic Survival Kit

Moving Hell
Will it never stop?

Finding another box to unpack has become routine in this house; then there is a moment of discovery and/or disappointment.  With big sighs or sadness, the box is either unpacked or closed up to be pitched out.  When will  this stop, I ask.  When. Will. This. Stop?

“Ah-Ah.”

This was one of the many strange boxes, hidden in garage rafters, where dust and mites had settled.  Movers followed blind orders and brought this one to here. On the lid were words written in our son’s peculiar handwriting, with his peculiar humor.

“If Zombies or commies or Red Chinese attack or Christmas 2013: Break the seals and open.  Open and prepare your body for Thunder Dome (That is probably the new law).”

I did open the lid, but all the warnings did not come to fruition. Written upside down (for the unfortunate opener) were directions:

(on one side) “These are for laundry, tourniquets, and needless hangings” with an arrow pointing down.

(next side) “Done cleaning? Make your broom do double duty to kill zombies.” Arrow pointing down.

(Last side) “ Instrumental video”

Strangely, contents of the box were missing only the broom, but included two binoculars.  But it did include some awesome knives, which were apparently a present for his father that Christmas.  

Our son has grown to have a successful life and career, but has maintained his peculiar sense of humor. 

This is a re-post of April 2016 when we were moving stuff accumulated for 27 years.  We are still finding boxes because we got tired of all the destruction and mayhem.

Our son is an excellent writer. Who knows? Maybe someday he will create boxes such as this one and sell them on eBay.

Pop the cork...balloons drop..confetti in the air...

Yup.  The insanity is over. OR has it merely begun?

Benedict Cumberbatch (sigh) and James Corden

Maybe there is also another performance yet to come?  More to come?