Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

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."

Thursday, November 30, 2017

I'm taking a break from blogging

I'm all out of ideas, plus there's a lot going on here that needs more of my attention than I've been giving.

I have nothing more pre-scheduled apart from the December Calendar Tuesday, yesterday was my last Whimsical Wednesday until I get things back on track here. Maybe I'll even clean my floors (*~*)
Or cook something.

I'll still be around, reading and commenting, just not posting.
I will still do the Words for Wednesday challenges.

With a bit of luck I'll be "rejuvenated" in the new year and begin again, or at least soon after.

If you miss my Whimsical Wednesdays too much, pop on over to fishducky, she always has something to laugh at.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 307

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.


 

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Sunday Selections # 355

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.


Today we're not wandering around outside, every photo has been taken within these four rooms I call home.
I've had a really busy time lately sorting out stuff, dragging more stuff from cupboards and still sorting, deciding what to keep, what to toss and what to store in the garage I now have after much nagging at the housing officer about people who have more garages than they are entitled to. My back porch is much more liveable now most of the clutter is elsewhere.

this is just a random photo the camera took all by itself when I put it down

here we see the suitcase that lives in the top-of-wardrobe section, inside it is another, smaller suitcase, filled with framed photos I have no place to display and a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. On top are several brand new vacuum-storage bags, filled and just waiting for me to drag out the vacuum and suck the air out of them. Mostly winter blankets and floor rugs, couple of coats.

I found what I believe is my Christening Certificate or a copy of it. The odd thing about it is my name, which is not the same name as on all my other documents. Clerical error? Dispute between parents? I'll never know.

I unwrapped a couple of glittery (well they used to be) Christmas trees

and put them way up high where Lola can't get to them. Although I honestly think she doesn't care about such things, doesn't get up on cupboards to check things out at all.

this tiny tree, 8 1/2 cm tall, about 3 1/2 inches is about eight years old and I've never had to change the battery

it's one of those colour changing ones with green,

orange, and also blue, white, purple and red although the colours changed a bit too fast for me to get them all.

this pretty one in the bedroom also has a colour changing globe, but unlike the other one this is a  fast blinkblinkblink ten a few slower blinks and back to the fast colour flashes. I can't watch it too long so mostly I leave it turned off.

the beads around the base are just a loose string I put there. Green light here,

and blue here, there is also red,  yellow and white but much too fast for me to get pictures of. This one is 18cm tall, about 7 inches.

can't forget the bathroom tree. This one is glass, about five inches tall and the ornaments are hooked through tiny loops in the glass at the end of each branch. A couple have broken and been mended with a tiny dab of superglue. 
Notice the cheap single ply toilet paper? I bought a few rolls of that for cleaning up after Lola while we were still working out what she could and couldn't eat. I never knew animals could get IBS.

Lastly, I found>>

the decorated caps I used to wear at the checkout for the month of December, along with dangly Christmas earrings and badges on my shirt.

they were given to us plain and most girls wore them just like that, but my friend J and I got busy with tinsel and stuff, she had flashing and musical things on her caps.