Remy closed the door behind Steve Brendan and took a good long look around his apartment. It didn't look good, that's for sure. His current life had no parallel at all with the one he used to have. He began talking to himself as he wandered around picking up stuff and shoving it in a large black garbage bag," I had no intention of living like this when I moved in here. Maybe Steve is right, maybe there is potential for me to get back into review writing. It's certainly worth a try."
Remy sealed the now filled bag and shook open another one. "I've been in a blue funk far too long, that one preview I wrote might get picked up and bring me a little cash, then I can get at least a new shirt and start doing the theatre rounds again. If my memory serves, Alicia still writes for Harlequin Magazine and she has contacts that may be willing to talk to me."
He sealed the second bag and cleared a pile of dishes off the table, then started hot water running into the sink, ready to start washing up. "Thank heavens I always remembered to pay my electricity bill, even when I was drunk or stoned, mum's teaching must have sunk in pretty hard. I can just imagine her outrage at the way I let things go here."
Before starting the washing up, Remy crossed to the living room and opened some windows, then turned on the pedestal fan he brought out from the bedroom. "Time to clear the stink out of here," he said to himself. "I'm actually glad Steve dropped in, his honest words have been a wake up call."
Sorry to give you all a scare like that, but I was a bit scared myself too, so hope you'll all forgive me. My sweet little laptop has been acting oddly for a couple of weeks now, I'm happily doing whatever and suddenly she turns herself off. I let her nap for a while then start up again.
Today? She took a nap, so I went off and did other houseworky things, then turned her on again and all was well for a while, then off she went again, but with a tiny popping sound this time. So of course I got all panicky and texted no-one for help, she talked me through finding blogger on my phone and from there I managed to sign in and leave the previous message.
I have to say, typing on that tiny screen is something I'd rather not do again, so of my lovely does die, you won't hear from me until I replace her. Let's all cross our fingers that doesn't happen okay? When I turned her on and she booted up oh-so-slowly, I got busy and wrote, then scheduled, my Wednesday's Words on a Friday post, so you're in luck, there's a story for you to read tomorrow. With a little more luck, I'll get a Sunday Selections scheduled too, I usually do that on Saturdays and I don't see any reason to change my routine too much.
I should probably start putting aside whatever spare cash I can towards a new laptop, just in case.
My computer appears to have died, which means my Wednesday's Words on a Friday won't appear since I haven't written it yet and I'm not typing out a story on this tiny phone screen, sorry. I'll try starting up the computer again later, maybe it just needs a nap, but is has been acting oddly these last two weeks. I probably won't be able to see your replies, I had a hard enough time finding out how to do this much :(
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: Psuedo Echo:
Funky Town one of my all time favourites Psuedo Echo is an Australian band formed in Melbourne in 1982
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.
Let's begin today's selection with :
agapanthus, the white variety which is finally blooming at the end of my path
Sir Sleepyhead, taking up valuable table space
how can I say no to a face like this?
here's something unexpected, a large cobweb growing from my ceiling down into the smoke alarm. I can't believe I didn't notice it! And I wouldn't have if one loose strand over by the cornice started blowing in the breeze from the fan.
a row of hanging pots, each with cuttings of Christmas cactus, standing tall and strong. As soon as they show evidence of growth, I'll hang them somewhere.
this strong little jade has grown from a single leaf tossed into this pot some time last year. It's about four inches tall.
my pelargonium cuttings got off to a good start but seem to be at a standstill, tiny buds of green have disappeared on some while others now have tiny leaves. Possibly I let them dry out too much😕
my porch pots are beginning to resemble a small jungle
the pot at the bottom of the steps has a bunch of self sown marigolds doing well
the white geranium cutting in the same pot took a battering from rains
but another tiny piece of stem has set down roots and now has plenty of leaves.
an unusual shadow on the inside of the front door
made by this windchime; the shadow is thrown by the kitchen light which now has a new glass shade,
which throws a really pretty pattern
this fabric was option #2 when I was shopping for fabric to make a bathroom curtain.
option #1 was the eventual choice for the curtain, because the teal and white matches her shower curtain, while the grey squares are the same shade as her towels. But she also really liked the striped fabric,
and asked if I could make her some pillowcases.
"of course," I said, "just let me try to remember how." I haven't made a pillowcase since this child of mine was a baby. Turned out well, didn't they?
I even got the stripes to match up really closely 😀
Angel has a new placemat, I wondered if he would shy away from it at first, being new and having that "new" smell, but he came inside really hungry and couldn't have cared less.
and my minions mug. some of you may remember I posted this cartoon as a WhimsicalWednesday entry and said at the time I was going to have this printed on a mug. And here it is, the print is on both sides, because the cost was the same for two sides as one.
1. mushroom 2. print 3. roll 4. dust 5. warm 6. family
Here is my story:
We sat on sun-warmed rocks at the edge of the stream, cooling our feet in the water, idly discussing this and that. All ten of us had stayed in town over summer, none of us could afford holidays at fancy resorts or even a jaunt in a caravan to a beachside caravan park. We'd hear all about those types of holidays from friends when school started again next week. For now, we'd enjoy the last week of holidays. Charlie had brought along an old snuff box he'd found in the attic of his grandpa's house; his parents were busy cleaning it out after the old man had died a couple of months ago. Charlie, Brenda and Vanessa had all been roped in to help and Charlie had chosen the attic as most things up there were already packed in boxes. The snuff box had been sitting on top of an old writing desk, made from some sort of silky feeling wood, but empty of all writing implements. The snuff box itself was also silky wood, but fragrant and heavily carved. "I don't know what you want that old thing for." said Brenda. "Looks useless to me." "That's because you want it for yourself," said Vanessa. "I heard you saying it would be a nice place to keep hair clips or earrings." Brenda scowled and kicked at the water. "I wish I'd chosen the attic. I didn't find anything I could keep in Grandpa's kitchen." Janet leaned forward to see her better. "Really? Nothing? What about all the old fashioned baking stuff and the big soup pots, the wooden rolling pins and all that? I heard your mum telling my mum there'd be a treasure trove in that old kitchen." Vanessa said, "there was lots of stuff, but grandpa hasn't looked after any of it. The baking pans grandma used for all those yummy cakes are all rusted now and the soup pot got burned when grandpa fell asleep waiting for the soup to be ready. No one knows what happened to most of the other stuff, it's all in terrible condition. Mum's glad she took grandma's recipe book after gram's funeral." "It's really old though and the print is small so the recipes are hard to follow," said Brenda. "She did make Gram's mushroom soup though, it was nice." "Get a magnifying glass," said Janet. "Make it easier to see." "That's a good idea," said Mary-Anne. "Is it just home recipes or recipes from other countries too? I heard your grandparents were from Europe, from Poland or somewhere." "I heard that too." said Gordon. "Leo's dad is from Germany, that's close to Poland, maybe he could help read the recipes." "Never mind all that now", said Colin. "I want to know if anyone has heard any news from Brighton. Maggie and Suzanne went there for the holidays and promised to write postcards but I haven't had a single one." "Me neither," said Ron. "Suze promised to bring back some seashells too, but nobody has heard a single word from that whole family since the day they left." Patrick had been silent the whole time and now spoke up. "I have. That's why I asked you all to meet here. Remember hearing about the dust storm? They got caught in it and Mr Johnson couldn't see of course, so they ran off the road and the car rolled into a ditch. They've all spent the holidays in the hospital down there, with scrapes and bruises and Suze got her arm broken and Mrs Johnson had a concussion. Their caravan is a wreck." "But they're all okay, right? said Ron anxiously. "Yeah, they're fine," said Patrick. "My mum was on the phone most of last night hearing all about it, they stayed at their Aunty's place when they weren't going back and forth to the hospital and now the doctors say they are good enough to come home, so they're coming next Monday. But they never got to the beach, not even once."