Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, August 17, 2018

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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. middle
2. nought
3. obnoxious
4. plastic
5. queenly
6. regardless

and/or:

1. speechless
2. timber
3. underbelly
4. vanity
5. walked
6. machine

Here is my story:


I stepped around the body on the cold cement floor. “Looks like the seedy underbelly has risen to the surface, Danny boy.” “What the heck are you on about?” he asked. “Dunno,” I replied. Guess I’m watching too many B grade crime shows lately.” “Yeah, that’ll do it,” said Dan. “My mum talks like that after she’s been watching late night TV.”

Looking into the face of the dead Gloria, I muttered, “Not so queenly now are you?” “Queenly?” asked Dan. “Thought she was so high and mighty, lording it over the other girls like she was their queen bee or something, always ordering them to do little things for her, like they were servants or something. She even started wearing those little tiara things in her hair. Lately she’s just been so obnoxious, I’m not surprised someone offed her.”

“So you know this woman?” said Dan. “You don’t?” I was surprised. “I thought everyone in town knew Gloria. Highest paid hooker in the county. Had plans to retire and start her own brothel. Looks like those dreams have been for nought.” “Little young to be retiring, isn’t she?” said Dan.

“Nah, she’s just about middle aged, or maybe a bit more. Gloria here was chock-full of vanity and had more than her share of plastic surgery. I heard she even had her “virginity” restored, with a little tightening in the right places.”

Dan stared at me, speechless for almost a minute as he digested my words. “Can they actually do that?” he finally managed to whisper. “Sure,” I said. “Enough money and a good plastic surgeon, you can get just about anything done these days.” Dan said, “I need a drink.” He walked towards the vending machine against the back wall. “Get one for me.” I said.

We sipped our cokes, standing well back from the body so as not to spill any on her. Dan motioned to the timber stake through her throat. “Regardless of who she was, what she did, Gloria still deserves justice. We need to find her killer.” “Crime scene techs are on their way,” I said. “I called them as I drove in. They should be here any minute now with their little evidence baggies and fingerprint kits.”

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Words for Wednesday


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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. middle
2. nought
3. obnoxious
4. plastic
5. queenly
6. regardless

and/or:

1. speechless
2. timber
3. underbelly
4. vanity
5. walked
6. machine

**let the creativity begin!**



Sunday, August 12, 2018

Sunday Selections

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 visit V's weaving room today:

this is the brand and model of her table loom

side view

work in progress

seen from a different angle

I like the colours V has chosen

and the pattern, this piece, like all her work, is all natural fibres, wool and sometimes alpaca hair, this piece is destined to be a poncho.

here is a closer side view showing how much woven fabric is already wound.

V tells me this is an electric spinning wheel, which runs very fast, but she hasn't used it in many years, having too much arthritis now to spin with any comfort.

the front view

V also has a fondness for puppets and made several of her own when she was younger.

but not these two pictured. I have seen photos of V with her handmade string puppets, she used to put on puppet shows.

and V loves cats, real and toy, her collection of stuffed Garfields is quite a sight.








Friday, August 10, 2018

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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1.atonement
2. banishment
3. cavalier
4. wheeled
5. empirical
6. fondness

and/or:

1. gently
2. hats
3. irksome
4. janitorial
5. kindness
6. laughed


Here is my story:



God’s Observation Deck 3

“Why so sad God?” said Peter. “You haven’t heard the latest escapade?” replied God. “He’s gone too far this time, I’m going to have to banish him.” “Lucifer? What’s he done now?” “Take a look,” said God. “He’s been down there sowing seeds of hatred and jealousy again. Greed too. There’s so much resentment and fighting amongst the people, no one has the time to appreciate any of the good anymore.”

“I see,” said Peter. “Shall I send him to you?” “Yes, please,” said God. He paced back and forth, frowning, as he tried to work out the nicest possible way to banish his brother. When Lucifer arrived on the deck, he immediately began screeching his discontent, showing just how well the seeds of his own jealousy, hate and greed had grown within him.

As God began to speak, Lucifer screamed, “I’ll finish you off first, you can’t do this to me!” and threw a giant fireball at his brother. God halted the fireball with a single frosty look, causing it to explode into millions of fiery gems which fell to the earth below, to be discovered many centuries later in Australia, as opals.

Momentarily silenced, Lucifer had no choice but to hear God’s words. “Your irksome behaviour, your cavalier attitude to our janitorial position has gotten way out of hand, Lucy. Word has come from the empirical being that you are to be banished, to live in a fiery hell of your own making, since that is the way you seem to think things should be.”

A single bolt of lightning from far above the deck had Lucifer cowering momentarily, then he straightened his spine and marched toward the gap created in the heavenly mist.

“Fine! I’ll go, but this isn’t the end you know,” and he stepped through, beginning his fall into the fiery depths of hell. “Let his banishment be complete,” said God and the misty gap closed once more.

Peter stepped forward and gently guided God to his favourite chair. A moment later Mary came through the gallery door with a wheeled cart bearing cups of tea and many small cakes.

‘Well?” she said. “What do you think?” God glanced up and, startled, almost fell off his chair. Mary preened as he said, “I see your fondness for silly hats continues,” where did you get this one?” “Those ostriches down in Africa dropped a few feathers and allowed me to take them. The cupids-in-training stitched this up for me.”

“Hmmm,” said God. “Perhaps they should stick with their training instead.” “Now, now,” laughed Mary. “Taking a break from all those arrows and targets is a kindness they won’t forget. Everyone should have more than one skill if it is at all possible.”

As God helped himself to more cakes, Mary asked, “is there anyway Lucifer can achieve atonement?” ‘Not in my lifetime,” growled God, biting into another chocolate covered petit-four. “It’s a good thing we’re in heaven where there are no calories,” said Mary.



Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Words for Wednesday

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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. atonement
2. banishment
3. cavalier
4. wheeled
5. empirical
6. fondness

and/or:

1. gently
2. hats
3. irksome
4. janitorial
5. kindness
6. laughed

**let the creativity begin!**



Tuesday, August 7, 2018

So Lola went to the day spa (vet)

and had a manicure (claw clipping) and a nice shoulder rub to keep her calm while the spa attendant (vet) prepared a syringe of two-week antibiotic for her skin infection, which is NOT mange!!

Hooray! NOT mange. Just a little infection which has been itching and Lola has been scratching out huge clumps of hair because of it. This is on top of the huge amounts of hair she sheds on a daily basis.

Yesterday, I got home from being out for several hours and the blanket she sleeps on looked like there'd been a cat fight on it, there was so much hair there!

Anyway, we're home again and Lola is out on Angel's big carpet covered scratching post tower pretending to be Queen of all she surveys and when she comes in later for her usual six hour nap, I'll get out there and vacuum twelve months worth of hair and shredded carpet bits off it.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Happy Birthday!

You know who you are

Happy Birthday to you  🎝

Happy Birthday to you 🎜

Happy Birthday dear JahTeh 🎶 

Happy Birthday to yoooouuuuu!!

Extra cakes in case people drop around

or just save some for later

afternoon tea perhaps,

tea with Mother and the others at the nursing home

a blue one in case Andrew drops in, (blue for boys and maybe he'd love the shoes)

and this one just because I like it.


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