Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues right here, with words supplied by me!

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or images.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. brew
2. bellicose
3. boxer
4. bitumen
5. reckless
6. smoked ham

and/or:

1. jewel
2. plum
3. poach
4. reef
5. canvas
6. puddle

and/or: "well, that's annoying!" 

Here is my story: a continuing chapter from the previous weeks.
Old Billy arrived at Tom Feathers' caravan just after dusk on the night after the full moon. There were plenty of trees around casting shadows, making it easy for Billy to slink in unnoticed. The moon had not yet risen, an added bonus. A single note on a gum leaf whistle, followed by the hooting of an owl, was the signal Billy and Tom had always used when meeting and this night was no exception. 

Signal given and received, Tom opened the door to the caravan and Billy stepped inside. The background story was given and Tom agreed to help. He suggested a small campfire outside where he could BREW tea with the new supply of tea leaves Billy had brought. Tom had made a PLUM duff earlier with plums POACHED from a nearby orchard and dried fruit cadged from the farmer; he now sliced thick pieces for himself and Billy to have with the tea. 

Billy first asked about Tom's son Davey. The boy had spent time in jail before being transferred to a road gang that was spreading hot BITUMEN on new roads. Davey's RECKLESS and BELLICOSE nature had caught the eye of the supervisor and Davey was soon being trained as a BOXER, then consistently winning matches held in the prisons on Saturdays. 

Talk soon turned to Mary and Rick Stanton, with Tom turning his mouth down at the mention of Rick. Tom had known Mary's and Rick's families and hadn't been happy when the marriage took place, but was later delighted with the arrival of Tess and little Jackie. He knew that Rick was afraid of ghosts and unnatural happenings and told Billy this was how he planned to unhinge the abusive bastard. 

He would begin with the shoes, moving them each night as Rick slept to a different location so that he had to search for them in the mornings. When Rick left the house, his socks would be removed from the drawer and left in the empty bathtub. Everyone knew Rick liked everything to always be exactly where he had left it. Even little Jackie had collected a box on the ears often enough to know he should never touch Daddy's things. 

After a couple of weeks there would be a half eaten SMOKED HAM sandwich left on one of Mary's favourite plates. Rick would throw it away of course, but there would be another, then another. Interspersed with these things would be unexplained PUDDLES in the hallway of Rick's home, a CANVAS tent mysteriously appearing one morning, then being gone the next. Knockings, scrapings, and other noises to interrupt Rick's sleep would all help to send the man off his rocker. Perhaps the distant sound of Mary's favourite music.

By now both men were grinning widely, strong white teeth shining in the light of the moon.
"Ah, Billy," said Tom, she's a JEWEL of a girl, is Mary. I'm glad she's gettin' away."                Billy said, "I thought maybe we could leave pictures of Mary in the house too, Rick threw them all away when she disappeared and Pearl picked them all up."

Tom asked if they were planning on spooking Rick's mother too, "she sure as hell deserves it." he said. He would use the REEF of granite a mile beyond the riverbank to hide out during the days; from there he could easily make it to Rick's home after sundown.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

VIRUS ALERT please read this

my daughter K who  blogs at www.nothingbyno-one.blogspot.com.au has briefly resurrected her blog to issue this most important virus alert. 
Please pop over and read, especially all Australians who are with AGL as their power provider.

Go
Go NOW!

She's over there on my sidebar>>>>"Nothing"

well, that's annoying (Wednesday's Words phrase)

There I was, sitting reading blogs, reading a book, daydreaming for several hours, all alone at the table, then I thought maybe I should get up and do something. 
Anything.

Quick as a flash, Angel was up on the table demanding his daily patting and scratching.
How did he know? I hadn't said anything out loud, hadn't even taken my feet off the coffee table yet.
So of course I had to stay seated and once I'd made that decision, Angel had had enough petting and moved back to the bed for another long nap. 

Well, that's annoying!  (using the phrase from Words for Wednesday)

Oh well. I'm sitting and staying. The washing can wait until the weekend and there's no cooking to be done. I have home made bean&pasta soup thawing for my dinner, with a stack of toast, that will do nicely.


Now a question: Is there an age limit to this voting thing? Or do I have to continue toddling off to the booths until I die? 
Yes, I know there are postal votes available so I don't have to be toddling anywhere, but my question is: is there an age when I no longer have to vote? 

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Words for Wednesday



It’s Wednesday!  
And June!

Which means it is my turn to provide you all with words to challenge your minds.
Write a story, write a poem; the choice is yours. 

Post it here in the comments, or on your own blog, it doesn’t have to be today,
but please leave a note in the comments here so we can all find you and read your creation.

Here are the words:

1. brew
2. bellicose
3. boxer
4. bitumen
5. reckless
6. smoked-ham

and/or:

1. jewel
2. plum
3. poach
4. reef
5. canvas
6. puddle

and/or:

" well, that's annoying!" 

go ahead! have fun :)

Whimsical Wednesday # 232

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.

duh!

Monday, June 20, 2016

Musical Monday # 105



Musical Monday

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: Neil Diamond


Cracklin' Rosie

and the lyrics :)

Sunday, June 19, 2016

news of the day

River has cut her hair!

Yes, folks, you heard it here first.

The Australian blogger known as River, early this morning, trimmed a full two centimetres from the length of her soaking wet, freshly washed hair, which was then tied back into its usual ponytail and left to dry with no further treatments or stylings.

River can be quoted as saying, to her cat Angel, "the ends were very dry and needed to be removed before splitting and creating havoc amid the ranks."


editor's note: this piece of frivolous fluff was produced as a direct counter to the hate, violence and prejudice currently traversing the world and it's media.

Blue Mink: Melting Pot