Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, December 30, 2016

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. angel
2. lullaby
3. condition
4. sad
5. melt
6. crocodile

and/or:

1. formula
2. honeydew
3. bumble
4. sticky
5. hoax
6. felon

Here is my story:

Sarah Carmichael sat beside the hospital bed, wringing her handkerchief, tears dripping from sad eyes, landing silently on her crocodile skin handbag. It was a while before she was able to speak, her voice low and slow. 

"When I got the phone call saying you had been found, I thought it was a hoax at first. There's been so many calls that were false sightings, but then the Officer put that felon on the line. He'd been found with you, but he was conscious and able to speak. Badly injured, but okay. Not half dead and unconscious like you Virginia. His condition is nowhere near as bad as yours. He hasn't said where Gavin is; it's possible he doesn't know. Michelle is in a ward downstairs, sedated and sleeping. She was so hysterical at the news, I really hope Gavin is found soon too." 

Fresh tears poured forth as Sarah sobbed into an already sodden handkerchief. The nurse on duty in the intensive care ward heard the crying and brought a fresh box of tissues for Sarah. She patted her gently on the shoulder for a moment, asking was there anything she could get for her, anyone she could call?

Sarah shook her head wordlessly and the nurse, Carrie, left to get another jug of water for the room; Sarah would need to drink something soon, she'd been sitting beside the bed since just after midnight and it was now past ten in the morning. Carrie would watch and when Sarah drank some water, she would bring her a sandwich and some fruit. It was summer and there was fresh honeydew melon, grapes and strawberries down in the kitchens.

After drying her eyes and face again, Sarah spoke once more to Virginia.  "I remember the day you were born," she began. "The sweetest angel ever sent to Earth you were, with a smile that could melt a heart. I wasn't able to feed you, so bottles of formula were prepared at first, then another mother on the ward donated some of her breast milk for you and you thrived on that. We became friends, Michelle and I, and her baby boy, Gavin, became your best friend. We took turns singing a lullaby to you both each night as the sun went down."

Sarah sat up straighter and seemed to collect herself before going on.

"You and Gavin were fifteen when you disappeared. That felon in the Police Station has told how he coaxed you both into his car, said he could get you to the beach much faster than walking and you'd have time for sticky chicken wings and ice creams before taking the sunset photos you were planning on. I'll never know why you got into that car, you both knew the dangers. You could have run away." Sarah choked up a bit and sobbed new tears. 
"Anyway, here you are at last, it's been seven years and you've changed so much, but I'd know my angel anywhere, no matter how she looks now. I've brought your favourite baby toy," she said, placing a worn, stuffed bumble bee under one of Virginia's hands. 
"They've said you might not wake up, you're suffering malnutrition and have been using drugs. I see the needle tracks on your arms. I don't care about any of that, I just want you to wake up and see a face that loves you. And maybe you know what happened to Gavin and where he is."
 Carrie came back in and coaxed Sarah to drink some water, then left again to bring some food, after first checking the beeping machines surrounding Virginia. Returning with a sandwich and a plate of sliced fruits, Carrie tried to sound cheerful as she reminded Sarah there didn't seem to be any reason for Virginia not waking, perhaps her mind and body just needed time.
"If I wheel in another bed, would you lie down and get some rest Mrs Carmichael?" she said.
"Please, call me Sarah," she replied. "I don't think I could possibly sleep, but maybe a little lie down would be nice." 
"It's alright if you take a little nap," Carrie said. "I promise to wake you at the slightest change in Virginia. You can see she already has more colour in her cheeks."

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 259



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.


History.  Rewritten. Ha ha.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Musical Monday # 132



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: Nat King Cole

Ramblin' Rose
from way back in 1962 when I was ten. Or 9 depending on which end of the year we're talking about.

This is the final Musical Monday for this year, I hope you've enjoyed my selections.
You have probably noticed I didn't do any Christmas music this month, that's because I couldn't decide which songs to use.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas, Aussie Style

Christmas wishes to all of you from Adelaide Australia






this one is actually Melbourne

and now a sing-along

Six White Boomers (a boomer is an old man kangaroo)

Aussie Jingle Bells

one more:

Aussie 12 Days of Christmas

Kookaburra against an Aussie sunset

and after it's all over?

Santa grabs his boogie-board and takes a dip in the ocean 😀

Have a great day and please stay safe, all of you.
 
 
 

Friday, December 23, 2016

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 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. root
2. fortuneteller
3. funeral
4. gushing
5. carriage
6. bake

and/or:

1. mobster
2. chart
3. melody
4. major
5. foot
6. limousine

Here is my story:

George had thought the fortuneteller was simply gushing platitudes (correct word?) when she told him his life was in danger if he didn't change his ways. He left her tent shaking his head with bemusement, almost tripping when his foot caught on a tree root in the dusk.
He veered away from the woods at the edge of the tents, deciding to stop at the home-bake stall and get the cake Mrs Bagot had set aside for him. 

The annual community fete was a big event and almost the entire town made an effort to be there every year. The home-bake stall was the most popular with Mrs Bagot's chocolate cakes selling out quickly. George always went there first and paid for one which Mrs Bagot then set aside in the esky under the table.

Walking past Cinderella's Fairytale  carriage, humming his favourite chart-topping melody, George began thinking about how peaceful his life had been lately. Maybe the fortuneteller was right. Maybe he should get away from the gang and try going straight. His activities so far had been minor, he was on the periphery, not a major player at all. He hadn't done any of the drug dealing, nor had he stolen a car for the chop shop owned by Big Willie, who liked to boast that his Uncle Rico was a mobster.  

There was that little issue with Uncle Rico recently being caught though. He was currently in prison for the next three years and Big Willie's son, Albert, blamed George. He'd been in the area when the police had nabbed Uncle Rico and Albert was convinced George had led them to him. 
It wasn't true of course. George had been in that street delivering clean sheets from his mother to his Aunt Helen. 

Halfway home, he was startled out of his thoughts by a screaming yell coming from a slate grey limousine as it turned a corner towards him.  
"Get ready for a funeral George!" Albert screamed as the car swept past him. "Your own funeral!  I'm coming for you. You won't know when, but I'm coming!"

As white as a sheet, George made his way home, delivered the cake to his mother and told her maybe it was a good idea after all if he went to help his grandpa on the farm for a few years. Albert couldn't possibly track him all the way to Australia, surely?

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 258



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.


"He must be famous, he has so many fans"

Monday, December 19, 2016

Musical Monday # 131



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: Cher

The Shoop Shoop Song (It's in his kiss)
from the movie Mermaids, starring Cher, Winona Ryder, Christina Ricci and Bob Hoskins. 

I don't think anyone needs the lyrics, but here they are, just in case there is one person in the world who doesn't know them:

I hope you all like this one.