Musical Monday # 162

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: Kenny Loggins

Danger Zone from the movie Top Gun

Sunday Selections # 337

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

I was wandering around with my camera, looking for Angel, and this is what I saw:

the white cedar tree is so heavy with berries this year, I'm going to avoid walking under it when they start dropping. It would be like trying to walk on marbles.

this magpie was warbling so prettily, then>>

he took off, desperately trying to escape from the crow that had chased him out of the tree. I watched for quite a while and that crow was not giving up. Every time the magpie tried to rest the crow swooped at him again. It was too fast for me to capture on camera.

I used to see lots of these two-toned geranium leaves, now this bush is the only one.

a pink carpet of fallen camellias, and one pink peg.

a pretty sky, the clouds were constantly changing, there must have been  a lot of wind up there.

this gorgeously shaped trunk and branches is rarely as bare as this, even now new leaves are budding.

two budgies happily singing and whistling.

a quiet corner.

and a family of meerkats 😎
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are once again supplied by Delores and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. beacon
2. evening
3. jealous
4. slander
5. dormant
6. peripheral

and/or:

1. mystic
2. plentiful
3. splendid
4. destruction
5. gratitude
6. bacon

and this phrase: misty mountain melody

Not at all related to Lost and Found (aka Tom's Memories) 
here is my story:

 Throughout the long summer evening, as dusk fell and settled into the shadows, Davey and I had sat on the porch marvelling at our good fortune. Our relatives had finally gone home after a ten day visit, during which my sister Marion had told me every single tidbit of slanderous gossip going around the old neighbourhood, while her husband Greg caught up on so much sleep he resembled a bear gone dormant for the winter. 

"I'm a little jealous," Marion had said. "Your wonderful views, your splendid sunsets, the plentiful supply of sweet water straight from the spring. 
It all seems a little mystical, like fairies and pixies could be living in the trees. But we can't stay longer. Greg is the only heart surgeon now that Will has retired," so bags had been packed and they'd gone back to the city.

Davey and I revelled in the quiet, listening to the melody of the brook as it tumbled over rocks and down mini waterfalls from the misty mountain above and behind us. Suddenly, two shots rang out, close together. Known throughout the mountain area as a cry for help, "Is anyone out there? I'm lost". 

Davey got the rifle from the cabinet and fired one answering shot into the air. A few minutes later, two more shot were heard and Davey answered again. 
"He seems a little closer Trish," and he stood at the edge of the porch peering into the woods. Another two shots, definitely closer now. 

Davey answered with one shot and went down to light the beacon in our miniature lighthouse that served as gatepost and mailbox.
I went inside and started frying bacon and brewing coffee, whoever was lost would no doubt be hungry. After several more volleys of shots and answers, I heard voices. Davey and an unknown male. 

They came into the house and I served bacon and egg sandwiches along with large mugs of coffee, before we asked who he was and where he'd come from. His gratitude was palpable, he thought he'd been wandering for days, but couldn't be sure as a fall had knocked him out for a while. We offered him a bed and agreed to help him find his campsite in the morning.

Whimsical Wednesday # 288

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

that's 100% me 😎
 

Musical Monday # 161

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: Guns 'n' Roses

Sweet Child of Mine

and the lyrics:

not to everyone's taste, but I really like it and the beat keeps the feet walking

Sunday Selections # 336

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

Here we go:

I've been marking the calendar as each day passes without Angel, yesterday was day 26, and look what else, "boob squish". That's right, yesterday was mammogram day. Ouch.

I've made a new curtain for my bedroom,

black lace,

over a sparkly aqua background,

with a "frill" at the bottom.  This is actually stretchy dance costume fabric, tricky to sew, and the "frill" is a selvedge along one side and should be sewn in, but I liked it, so hung the fabric sideways.

I also found a "Diamond" throw, (that's what the label said), at Cheap as Chips,

in a colour that matches my furniture, tones well enough with the aqua on the new curtain, and is velvety soft just like Angel's ears.

Let's walk around outside a bit...

pots of pansies are everywhere,

in a rainbow of colours,

and a variety of sizes.

beautiful, yes?

a little backyard that has previously been almost empty, now has lots to look at.

one perfect iris remaining in a bed where the others are all rain damaged.

the lovely purple pea flowers of the Polygala shrub. One of my favourites and I would plant one if I had space and better soil.

a sweet little ceramic kitty,

a whiter than white gnome and a cheeky green frog, I must ask R where he got these,

and lastly, a pale gold version of the gnome.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Delores and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. hornet
2. hairnet
3. hover
4. proximity
5. clothesline
6. scent

and/or:

1. chilling
2. drench
3. dance
4. damaged
5. horrifying
6. chemical

also this phrase: Deployed Destruction

I haven't used all the words, but here is my story, 
Chapter Seventeen of Lost and Found.

                                        
Dr Bruce Jones drove on down to the clinic, still seething. He knew he needed to calm down, but with things beginning to unravel, it wasn't easy. Those black market pills weren't easy to come by and the price had increased a lot in the last couple of years. If Andrea had been nicking one here and there....well the horrifying consequences didn't bear thinking about.  He had to keep Stephanie under his thumb. She simply couldn't be allowed to remember. 

He locked his car and stormed inside, buzzing down the hall like an angry hornet. He yanked open his file cabinet and searched for the number he needed to call his friend, the one who had a friend who 'knew someone'. He'd order a double batch of those pills this time and keep them locked in his office, away from Andrea. She'd damaged his plans enough already. Bruce didn't like the fact people were staying at the Retreat either. His plans for an accident to the old couple would have to go on hold. More time wasted. He headed to the living room, searching for Andrea. New rules were about to be laid down,  plans were to be changed. 

Bruce found Andrea mindlessly watching television, some silly thing about Godzilla Brides, Bridezillas, whatever they called themselves. He grabbed the remote and turned it off, forcing her to look up at him. He could see in her eyes she'd taken something to numb herself while he was out. His anger spiralled higher and he forced himself to take a couple of deep slow breaths. In a chilling voice he asked what she had taken. "Just a valium, that's all," she said. "I was feeling antsy, you've been charging around like a bull in a china shop lately and you won't tell me what's going on."

"You know what's going on," he said. "Stephanie needs to be kept sedated, you can't keep pinching her pills, she's beginning to talk over at the Retreat and she's painting proper pictures over there, her mind is not as dull as it should be if you've been giving her the proper doses. Well no more! I'm taking over giving her the pills now. There's only a couple of years left, then she comes into her inheritance and we need her to sign things over to me before that happens! Bad enough the whole thing was botched all those years ago. Your stupid brother and his dimwit mate taking out the wrong couple really put a spanner in the works. Not to mention saddling me with that kid! Now get yourself to bed and sleep off that chemical overload. I need you on full alert tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?" Andrea asked.  Bruce said, "There are people staying at the Retreat, I need you to go to town tomorrow, see if you can find out who they are and how long they're staying. A young man and his parents." 

"I wouldn't know who to ask without seeming nosy," said Andrea. "You know I don't go down there, it's such a tiny nothing of a place, people might think it strange if I start asking questions after ignoring them all these years."

"Well, that's your problem, isn't it?" said Bruce. "I told you to make friends, but no, you had to keep pining for the Big City. Just go down to that Post Office-General Store place and buy a few things, hover around listening in, say hello to a few people, tell them you haven't been well if they ask where you've been. That part's true enough with all the pill popping you're doing lately. Visit a cafe, get your hair done at that Curly Cuts place. And dress down a bit, leave the jewellery at home. There's no need to drench yourself in diamonds every day."

"Alright then," said Andrea through a huge yawn. "But I want a trip to the city soon. I'm almost out of my favourite scent and you know I can only get it at that little boutique on Friends corner. And I want us to have dinner in a restaurant or a nightclub and maybe dance awhile too. You can't just keep me stuck here in the sticks like this!"