Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, December 29, 2017

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 Margaret and friend and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. parasol
2. heel
3. wag
4. ascending
5. hook
6. stair rods


and/or:


1. mint
2. tottering
3. chew
4. binder
5. coming
6. pelmet


Here is my story:

"Mint?" I spun around at the voice so close to my ear and in doing so, snapped the heel off one of my brand new high-heeled shoes.


"Jason! You startled me!" I wagged my finger at him reproachfully. "Now look what's happened. I can't go tottering home on one heel."


"Walk home without shoes."


"Jason, I can't do that, my stockings will be ruined and they're real silk."


"Oh," said Jason. "Wait a minute, I have an idea. Hand me the other shoe."


I did so and he snapped off the other heel. "There, now you have flats. Put the heels in your purse and get the shoes fixed tomorrow. Take them to Smithy's, he does good work. What are you doing parading around in new shoes and with a new parasol too? Did you find a hundred dollars lying in the gutter?"


"No," I said, beginning to chew the mint. "Daddy's insurance cheque came in and it was more than he expected, so I have new clothes and Mum shoo-ed me out for the afternoon because the designer is coming with his binder of fabric samples and drawings. Mum is getting new drapes with a fancy pelmet and a new carpet runner up the stairs with brass stair rods. We shall be ascending in style, just like those rich people in the movies."


Jason held out his arm, crooked at the elbow. "Hook your arm through mine Susie, I'll walk you home. You can change your shoes, then we'll go walking along the pier eating icecreams."

Monday, December 25, 2017

it's that time of year again

may it turn out to be as wonderful as we all hope it will be



"my wish for you - all of you

Happy sunshine and many flowers
Starry nights and gentle showers"

(*not my quote and I don't remember where I got it from. If you recognise it as yours, thank you*)


P.S. go over to www.cakewrecks.com and see their Sunday Sweets edition for the most amazing Christmas cakes. You won't be sorry.


Friday, December 22, 2017

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 Margaret Adamson and friend and can be found here.


This week's words are in fact two pictures and here they are included in my story:


Elfrida walked slowly across the untended field to face the small stone building. "This must be it," she said to herself. "It fits the description and it's in the right area."

"It's prettier than Aunt Nellie said, there weren't any flowers then and she did say it was a gloomy rainy day."
She sat on a large stone and thought about what Aunt Nellie had said. "We were gypsies back then and some of us had started to settle in small towns instead of travelling, we wanted our children to go to schools and have doctors available when we got sick. But Grampy Jack kept to the old ways. He camped in Samuel Wilson's field, but Sam had died and his son Peter didn't want gypsies camping there anymore. He wanted to sell the field, greedy for money he was. Grampy Jack refused to leave, he only wanted to be there a day or two anyway. But Peter got enraged and told Grampy if he wanted to be in the field then he could just stay there forever. Hit him and knocked him out and dragged him to the old stone hut and locked him in. It used to be a jail building until one was built closer to town, so there was no way Grampy Jack could get out. Anyway, Peter went to town and got drunk that day and forgot all about Grampy Jack. When the family got around to looking for him, it was too late, Grampy had died in there. Peter confessed to what he did and got sent to prison for a while."
"Why don't I remember any of that?" said Elfrida. "You were just a baby," said Aunt Nellie, "and it wasn't spoken of very much. Jack was the last of the travellers and the old ways got left behind after he died. Word has got around though, about a raven that lives in the trees around that field. Jack always did want to come back as a bird and some say the raven is him."
All of this whirled around in Elfrida's head as she gazed at Grampy Jack's last 'home'. "Are you really still here?" she asked. "Are you free to fly now?"
The cawing of a raven answered and Elfrida turned to see a large black raven standing beside the only flower in the whole field. A red poppy, her favourite flower.




Saturday, December 16, 2017

sometimes I forget and call her Angel

Is that a bad thing? I still miss him so much and Lola, the lovely Lady Lola, aka Miss Fancypants, is nothing like Angel.

She meows when she is hungry and probably many of you are saying "of course she does, that's what cats do", but up until very recently, Lola was a quiet cat. Purring when contented, which seems to be most of the time now, but otherwise silent. So when I first heard a thin little meow I was very surprised and I think she was too and appeared to be watching for my reaction. 
Of course I praised her, asking was she hungry, did she want some dinner and then gave her the food. She now meows quite firmly and runs to the kitchen if I ask does she want some dinner. 

She sleeps on my bed, of course,  but now instead of always sleeping at the end of the bed, Lola will often curl up beside my hip or my arm, or in the curve of my lying down lap when I'm on my side. 
Last night, she did a very "Angel" thing, walking up the side of the bed, across the top of the pillow, then lying there with her face on the pillow beside mine for quite a while and purring the whole time. If she ever sleeps beside me and wraps a paw around my upper arm, I'll....well, I don't know what I'll do, because that's another very "Angel" thing.

Lola does do one thing different that Angel never did. She likes to play with small rubber balls, batting them around and chasing them until they are all lost under the bed or couch. Then she mopes around until I get them all out again.

Here she is, rearranging all the cushions and getting comfy on the couch.





Friday, December 15, 2017

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  Margaret Adamson and friends and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. The show must go on
2. The straw that broke the camel's back

Here is my story:


"Oh no", moaned Mr. Willoughby. "This is the last straw. The straw that broke the camel's back, as the saying goes."

"Whatever has gone wrong now?" said Myrtle. 'What else could possibly have happened? We've had the lighting go haywire, the plumbing all backed up and flooded and now you're moaning again. What is it this time?"


"The curtains," said Mr Willoughby. "I pulled the cord to open and close them, see if they were working, and they just fell apart. They're in shreds all over the stage. Which hasn't been refinished as promised either."


"Oh dear," said Myrtle. "I'd forgotten the curtains must be as old as the theatre. I suppose there isn't time to run up a new pair at this late stage."


"Of course not," snapped Mr. Willoughby. "This really is the last straw! There's nothing else to be done, we'll just have to cancel the performance."


"But we can't!" cried Myrtle. "All the tickets have been sold. Parents and grandparents are coming in from all over the county. The show must go on!"


"Well then, you think of something," said Mr Willoughby tiredly. "I've had enough of all the shenanigans going on here. Should have stayed in London." He turned away to the small kitchenette and made himself a cup of tea. "At least the urn is working." he said as he sipped.


"The fridge is filled with refreshments too," said Myrtle. "Sally and Joan worked all day yesterday to make those little pastries and cakes."


"Joan?" spluttered Mr. Willoughby. Not Joan with those free swinging, low hanging, unfettered boobies? The big watermelon sized ones?"


Myrtle lost herself in a fit of giggles for a minute, then said, "That's enough of that Mr Willoughby. That sort of talk is no longer considered politically correct, even if there is no one else here to hear it. You're right, of course it was that Joan, there isn't another Joan around here, but I made sure she tied her apron nice and tight so she wasn't swinging into anything."


"Why doesn't she wear some sort of support?" asked Mr Willoughby.


"No one knows," said Myrtle. "She's refused to wear a bra her whole life. Anyway, back to this performance. I've had an idea. It's to be in the early evening, so why don't we have it outside on that lovely paved area with the raised end as the stage?"


"That could work," said Mr Willoughby, feeling much cheered after a good laugh and his cup of tea. "The little cubby house out there could become the manger, with the front opened up, and the shepherds could come in from behind the bushes...."

Friday, December 8, 2017

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 Margaret Adamson and friends and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. giraffe
2. puddle
3. thorny
4. evergreen
5. distant
6. tubular 

and/or:

1. torrent
2. cab
3. aspidistra
4. faucet
5. teddies
6. carbuncle

Here is my story:

"I'm Sam. Sam McKenna. I've been driving this cab for thirty years.
Boy, the things I've seen 'n heard. Lemme tell ya a few things. People don't notice cabbies much, as long as we're there to take 'em where they wanna go. 
The things they get up to, I could tell ya stories that would burn your ears off. Young kids on a hot date, gettin' carried away in the backseat, boy it got steamy in here that night.

And snooty people, you'd think butter wouldn't melt in their mouth, they get in and tell ya all high'n'mighty where they wanna go and could I please make it quick because they're running late, they shoulda been there already, and I just say yes ma'am, or yes sir and step on the gas a little and all the while I'm thinking  ya shoulda ordered a cab an hour earlier, but I don't say that out loud.

Then there's the ones who insist they have the right amount for the fare and turn out every pocket lookin' for that dollar they know they got somewhere.
And once there was a drunk fella, says he can't walk home, he's too drunk, so I drive him and it's just two blocks away, and he stumbles out right into a puddle and throws a fifty at me, prob'ly thinks it's a fiver, says keep the change buddy. Well, I kept it alright.

Lemme tell ya, I met my wife in this cab. Pretty young thing, had a box of teddies with her, so right away I ask is she goin' to a teddy bear picnic, she says no, her mum makes these for the Children's Hospital and she's just delivering them because her mum's got a sprained ankle. Well, right away I likes her, ya see, with a mum that kind-hearted a girl can't go wrong can she?  she just has to turn out nice.
Course I didn't think she'd feel the same, but next day, there she is, gettin' in my cab again, goin' to the museum and we gets to talkin' and one things leads to another and we got married about a year later. She died a few years back, my Janey did. Couldn't have any kids and it just about broke her heart. Anyway, life goes on doesn't it?

I had a snooty lookin' woman in here one day, giant boil on her neck, so I says that's a heck of a boil you've got there, and geez, the torrent of abuse that came out of her mouth! How dare I and so on, but the words she used, lemme tell ya, a sailor would blush, then when she gets out she says it isn't a boil, it's a carbuncle.
So when I get home that night I looks up carbuncle in the dictionary and just like I thought, it's a boil. Guess she just didn't wanna be common like the rest of us. Some people are just more thorny than a rose bush. Anyway, where ya goin' son? The Richmond Hotel? That's a really old part of town, not many people wanta go there, ya meetin' someone?

I had a fare from there once, tiny little old man, had a potted aspidistra nearly as big as he was. I says where ya takin' that thing? He says to the cemetery, it was mum's and we buried her yesterday and she loved this thing a lot more than I do so she can just have it with her forever now and good riddance too. I'm gonna plant it by her grave, he says. Good on ya I says. He gave me a good tip for that ride.

Another time, out at that old boarding school, used to be just past The Richmond Hotel, they was havin' a fancy dress party for some reason and I drove a bunch of kids all dressed up, one had a giraffe costume and couldn't fit in the cab, so he takes off the head an' neck part and holds it out the window that whole way, there was a lot of laughin' on that trip, lemme tell ya.
Hang on a minute mate, ya lookin' a bit green there, I'll just pull over for a minute, are ya okay?
I'll stop the clock, we'll get out and walk a bit under these trees, evergreens they are, green all year round and there's a bit of a fountain, well there used ta be, I see it's just a faucet now, lean down here and wet ya face a bit, cool off.
Get carsick do ya? Maybe shoulda taken a train, but they don't go near The Richmond anymore now that I think about it. Sit on this bench a bit, near this funny tubular thing they call a sculpture. Don't worry about that thunder, it's distant, ain't gonna rain for a while yet.

I remember when the fountain was here, long time ago, before I was married to my Janey, I used to meet a girl here, every Saturday night for a few months, then one day she just didn't come, I never saw  her again. Barbara her name was, Barbara Marlowe, that was her. Had real dark eyes, just like you do. Never knew what happened to her."

"She moved to Washington, to her aunt's house, her parents made her go because she got pregnant with me. My name is Sam Marlowe, she named me after you. You're my father."

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Calendar Tuesday # 12

Welcome to the final Calendar Tuesday of the year. Possibly the Final,  as I may not purchase calendars for next year.  I'll have to see how the budget pans out.

First, Violent Veg:

Guess buying a cheap Sat-Nav wasn't so wise.

Second, Life of Teddy:

Christmas Teddy! Merry Christmas! and look at that cute little puppy :)

Last, Suzy Toronto:

and here is what Suzy says for December:

 Ignite Your Passion

Choosing a life of passion is not the path of least resistance. Living a life that simply keeps pace with the flow is far easier (and has significantly less drama)!
But in the end, taking the easy path could leave us feeling like we inadvertently missed out on some of life's most spectacular fireworks.

True passion is about asking "What's really important?" and then having the courage to structure your life around that answer. It's about boldly reaching into the darkness and harnessing that energy to light up the world. It's about fanning the flames of what sets your heart on fire, knowing that even the smallest spark can make a difference...and, as a bonus, igniting within others the desire to do the same!

If you have the courage to embrace your passion and let it foster your purpose, that momentum will change the world.
When the embers of passion take flight, the night sky will forever twinkle and shine.
It's not going to be an easy road to travel, but, oh, my friend, it will so be worth it.

 
 
 

Friday, December 1, 2017

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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. invincible
2. wander
3. goofy
4. supreme
5. purring
6. pretend

and/or:

1. linen
2. kick
3. puny
4. immense
5. zoom
6. sound

Here is my story:

"I am the supreme being," Sean announced to the purring pile of fur that was Jessy. And you are my puny sidekick. I am invincible, my power is immense. We shall wander the world and pretend to be normal. When we find trouble, we shall zoom in and fix it. The bad will be vanquished and the good will prevail."

His parents watched as Sean zoomed around the small yard, feather duster sword held aloft and soup pot lid as a shield against his thin little chest.

"He looks a little goofy with his saucepan helmet," said Ben. "And isn't that your best linen tablecloth he's using as a cape?"

"Yes it is," said Jenny. "But it will wash. Let's not spoil his fun, he gets so little of it these days with all the tests and treatments."
The sound of the telephone intruded and Ben answered.

"It's good news Jen," he said, hugging her close. "Doc Williams says the tumor is definitely shrinking this time and if it continues, he can operate by Easter."