Quote of the Week

 


A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.  
- Lois Wyse

At the Day Lily Farm

This picture was taken at a nearby vineyard where we were celebrating our friendship.  True friends are a beautiful part of life.

Frannie and Steve's Summer Vacation

Here are some bits of their conversation as they get ready for their long-awaited vacation.

Frannie:  I am so ready for this vacation - those lazy afternoons by the pool, cold drinks on the beach, and I can already feel the sand between my toes, so peaceful.  Have we forgotten anything?

Steve:  Let's see, two suitcases, your big bag of girly stuff, my shaving kit, a half dozen beach towels, his and hers flip flops and three kinds of sunscreen.  Um, two fishing rods, tackle, knife and cooler - check.

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Frannie:  Laptop, camera, assorted techno gadgets - check.  Gotta have that-you never know where you'll find good blog material.  Did you pay the electric bill?
 
Steve:  You mean you'll have it for checking in with your blogging buddies, don't you?  And yeah, bills are paid.
Frannie:  Bobby's going to come every day to look after Skipper, right? 

Steve:  Uh huh, at $5 a day it's cheaper than the kennel, the kid gets some pocket money, and Skipper has some company.  Mail?  Newspaper?

Frannie:  All taken care of.  I went on-line and put a hold on the mail and the paper. The mail will be delivered the day we get back, and we'll get a paper the next morning.  Gotta love the internet.

So, what else?  Windows closed and locked, lights on timer, A/C set...oh, honey did you get beer?

Frannie:  Of course.  Like I'd forget...along with nuts, chips and dip and soda.  After all what's a vacation without a little junk food. 

Steve:  Let's load up the car.  Ewwww, is that garbage?

Frannie:  Oh, can't leave that here for a week. Can you take it out?  I think they're gonna pick up tomorrow because of the holiday.

Steve:  Done!  We're on our way, and tonight we'll be sampling shrimp and munching on mahi.

...Two hours later.

Frannie:  Uh oh, we forgot something.

Steve:  What?  Not the beer?

Frannie:  We forgot to make the bed.

Steve:  [sighs]

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A Storm in the Night

Slowly into the night

Silently advancing

Unknown and undetected

Trembling now, but

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Unrelenting

Nearly within reach

And poised to strike

It's approach is like

A zephyr

Gently caressing

Suddenly without warning

Power without measure

Gloriously unleashed

Pounds down upon the land

Her terrifying fury

Splashes the earth, then

As quickly as it came

Retreats slowly into the night

This was poem written quite some time ago, but I thought it matched the fierceness of the sky in this picture.  That light colored cloud was moving very fast.

Quote of the Week

Unselfish and noble actions are the most radiant pages in the biography of souls.  

- David Thomas



Good deeds help us shine brightly throughout the pages of our lives.

Of Flames and Faith

Edited to include: The following is a work of fiction written for Magpie Tales.

Flames snapped and crackled, and sap sizzled from a tree too near the heat. The brilliance of the fire lit up the night sky for miles around. As the crowd gathered, people began to speculate as to what caused the old building to suddenly go up in flames. It had been abandoned for twenty years or so, ever since the mill closed. The owner had died shortly before, and when they closed the doors, many of the towns people were left with no income.  Lately, though, there were signs that someone had been living there. It was assumed to be a homeless family, and given the hard times, no one thought anything about it. Live and let live, they said.

The fire department was on the scene quickly, but the dry timbers burned out of control. “I hope there was no one in there” said the chief. “There’s no way they could have gotten out after the fire started”. Acrid smoke filled the air and stung the eyes and burned the throats of the fire fighters, and the intense heat pushed them back. All they could do now was to keep the fire from spreading.

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After hours of raging, the fire burned itself out leaving smoldering chunks of wood and twisted metal of the machinery left behind. When it was deemed safe to investigate, officials walked through the ruins. Fortunately, they found no bodies, although no cause of ignition was determined.  What they did find startled them.  Among the ashes were the burned-out remnants of a family's makeshift home, and the only things to miraculously escape the searing flames were a well-worn Bible, a gold cross and an old fire extinguisher.

Written for Magpie Tales #23.

Nature's Ballet

Written for One Shot Wednesday

Leaves

Dry and crinkled with age

Swirling down

to dance across the lawn

like tiny ballerinas

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Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

If we explore our inner selves, we may find the answers, and ultimately the peace we seek.

Conversation in the Tomato Patch

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They're coming for us today, you know.
Who said?
I think it was the squash or maybe the cucumbers.
No, they couldn't have.  They grow so fast there's no one left.
Do you know what they do to tomatoes?
No, what?
I heard it from the corn.  They're always keeping their ears open.  You know they have to hide from the deer every night now.
They slice us up with big, sharp knives, and slather us with this thick, white gooey stuff...yuck.
No, they put us in hot water until our skin comes off, then they cut us into little pieces and call it salsa.
No, you're both wrong.  They put us on the grill until we're fire-roasted, and then we're canned.
I believe I heard it from the potatoes, they're here until fall.
Nah, not them, they can't see a thing with all that dirt in their eyes.
Uh oh, here they come.  Look, they've got baskets.  I think they're taking us to market.
C'mon guys try to look pale and pasty, they only want the really red ones.  Dang it, I warned y'all about the sun!
Ow, watch it will ya!  Hey, quit yer squeezing, I bruise easily.


This was written for Magpie Tales #22.

A Limerick Is Born!

It was late and I had called it a night shortly after midnight.  The lights were out, my DH was in the reading room and Rosie had settled down on my pillow.  As I lay there awaiting the sandman, a series of words kept going through my head.  They strung together with other words and started rhyming.  As they came together, I knew I had to get a pen and paper and write it down.  After Hubs read it, I remarked that it sounded something like a limerick.  He said "I think it is".

Now I've read limericks for years, but didn't know what made them "limericks", so I looked it up, and apparently I'd written one.

There once was a girl from Magoo

Who got stuck on a big spot of glue

She squirmed and she wiggled

'Til everyone giggled

And bid her get rid of the shoe

 

Quote of the Week

There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and those who come in and say, "Ah, there you are."  

- Frederick L. Collins

Let's not be filled with our own self-importance, but acknowledge and appreciate the importance of others in our lives.

Happy Birthday!

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Higher and higher

Riding into the night sky

Exploding with grace

Cascading colors

Celebrating a nation

Happy birthday, USA

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Blogging Blockage - More Ways to Get Inspired

List posts are an important part of the blogging culture.  Recently several excellent bloggers have put together list posts filled with tips for minimizing the effects of the seasonal decline in readership, and keeping the creative juices flowing during a drought.  So now I'm sharing my list of inspirational tactics.

1. Take a shower.  The shower is a peaceful place, and the solitude of the running water can totally block out all distractions and let you think, uninterrupted for a good 15 minutes, or right up until you accidentally slice the crap out of your leg with an errant swipe of a sharp implement.  Any coherent thought then goes right out the window, to be replaced by silent cursing of said sharp implement.
 
2. Mow the yard.  Much the same principle as #1.  To provide thinking time where all other sounds are blocked out.  Just make sure to wear a headset if you tend to think out loud so the neighbors won't think you're talking to yourself.
 
3. Pictures.  We all have tons of pictures on our computers now that cameras have gone digital and gigabytes are a dime a dozen.  Look through your pictures folder until something screams "I'm a post" to you.
 
4. Take a nap.  No not literally, just lie down and let your mind wander over anything or nothing in particular.  Random thoughts will form and sometimes a post will emerge.  You might think of places you've been, experiences from your childhood, your courtship, or something funny that happened at the market last week.
 
5. Cook.  If you like to cook, get into the kitchen and create a new dish.  Just start putting stuff together and see what you get.  Don't forget to document with pictures.  Remember, regardless of whether it's great or gross you can get a story out of it.
 
6. Day trip.  Write about your last outing to the lake, a winery (these are some I've used), a trip to the zoo, or a week at the beach.  That way those of us who don't go anywhere can live vicariously through your post.  These also make great picture posts which means you don't have to do as much actual writing.
 
7. Your pets.  Cats, dogs, birds and, of course, goats all make for good material.  This is where the video function on your camera comes in handy.  Show us Fluffy or Fido's latest antics.
 
8. Go fictional.  Just make something up.  Write short stories, poetry, fantasy, a sci-fi thriller, a mystery, or whatever from your favorite genre.  Just don't write a novel - save that for the publisher.
 
9. Document a DIY project or write a "how-to" article.  You know how to do something that others would find helpful.  Find that something, and let us know how it's done.
 
10. List post.  If none of the above jump starts your blogging engine, by all means write your own list post.  

Ode to Toilet Paper

Can you have too much toilet paper?  The answer...apparently not.  This is a portion of the toilet paper we rounded up from my parents' house while cleaning it out for people to move in - the portion that was not in the attic.

It was just piled up so, just to be silly, I put it in this bookcase.  It's not every day you see a bookcase full of papier de toilette.  Now that would make a fine addition to anyone's "reading room" don't you think?  How much am I bid?

So, as they say, the nut doesn't fall far from the tree.  Pictured here are 48 rolls of toilet paper.  I expect I have about three times that much in my attic as we speak.

In the end, this was left for my friends who moved in.

So tell me, what do you stock up on?  And how much is too much?

Quote of the Week

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.  

- James Thurber

I think this means we get more out of life from radiating the light of goodness, hope and love (the glow), than by having the spotlight (the glare) on ourselves, blinding us from others around us.

  

Time

Written for Magpie Tales

 Teeth brushed

Feeling rushed

Out the door

Wanting more

Time

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At the Lake

Over Memorial weekend we went out to Salem Lake, had a picnic and did a little walking.

Here is an interesting little guy I spotted while walking along the trail.  He almost looks like he's in a bubble.

You can see the clouds reflected in the water. 

This is the dam.  They are going to be draining part of the lake to replace the dam sometime in the next year.

   

Here is another view of the dam through the fence.  The gate was locked because of flooding on the trail from the previous night's rain.

  This long-legged bird could be a great blue heron.  
He's just looking for a little lunch.

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What a great way to eat out and save!   EXTENDED THROUGH JUNE 30.

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Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects.  

- Arnold Glasow

Looks like someone could use a laugh!

I don't know about you, but I always feel better after one of those side-splitting laughs where I nearly can't breathe.  It doesn't have to be something hilariously funny either, just whatever strikes me at the moment.

The Wishing Knife

One day the old man's grandson spotted the knife, old and worn lying on his dresser.  "What's that" he asked?  "That's my wishing knife."  "Why do you call it your wishing knife, Grandpa?" now more curious.  "I'll tell you why" the old man replied.  

When I was a lad about your age, my dad was working long hours in a factory that made propellers for planes.  He worked long and hard for little pay because of the War overseas.  Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before we would need those planes in the air.  We could not hold out much longer before would have to get involved in the fighting.  There was an even more pressing need for men to join the service, and there had been discussion that Dad might be among those men.

To a boy who didn't understand the violence and devastation of war, but only saw the wonder of uniforms and mock battles played with toy soldiers where everyone lived to see another day, this was wonderfully exciting.  "Go Dad", I said, "Go and bring me something back."  My dad felt-duty bound to enlist, though not because of anything I had said.  To him it wasn't exciting or glamorous; he knew the dangers, but felt he owed his country this service.  Then Pearl Harbor was attacked, and attention was drawn to the death and destruction there.  This was it!  We were at war!  

I was excited and proud that my dad was going to be a soldier.  As he boarded the ship that would take him far across the ocean, the crowd cheered, and I cheered right along with them.  He was going to be based a world away in France, but spending much time aboard ship.  He was a seaman in the Navy, patrolling the waters just off the coast.  While there was much action in the Pacific, we were all relieved Dad was overseas just doing patrols.  This was still a frightening time, with long periods of silence, and letters from Dad were scarce.  The ones that did get through were filled with hope and courage, and reassurances that we shouldn't worry.  He was not among those doing the fighting.  He was just on patrol.

Six months later we got the call.  There had been a surprise attack on a Navy ship in the Mediterranean, and it had been sunk.  They didn't have any more information at that time.  Another ship in the area picked up all the survivors, and we awaited word.  The survivors had been identified, and Dad's name was not on the list.  I cried for days.  It was all my fault, I had wanted him to go.  I was so proud that my dad was in the Navy, fighting for his country.  Now he wasn't coming home.  I could not be consoled.

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When his body was found and shipped back to the states, along with his belongings there was a shiny new knife with a polished wooden handle.  It said "Made in France".  With it was a note that read:  To my dear son, may this knife always remind you of Freedom.  Love Dad.


I've kept this knife with me always, and everyday I look at it and wish that I could take back those words,  "Go Dad", I said, "Go and bring me something back."

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Gone to the Dogs?

Y'all know about Dog Days, right?  Those sticky, steamy summer days where there is no such thing as a good-hair day, and just breathing leaves you sapped and soggy?  Well, I'd say they've come to these parts early this year.  Suddenly it's hot with the rat-drenching humidity typical of "Dog Days", and outdoor interests are quickly cast aside for the comfort of air conditioning.

As the humidity rose, I began to wonder where Dog Days originated, and why we use our canine friends to describe such beastly conditions.  Dog Days, as we know them here in the South, normally begin about the time we are cranking up for the Fourth of July, and are the hottest, most humid days of the summer.  The phrase Dog Days comes from Sirius, or the Dog star.  Ancient beliefs hold that this star, second only in brightness to the sun, was the cause of this miserably hot weather.  Also, at that time Dog Days were thought to be evil, causing the seas to boil, wine to turn sour, and bring on burning fevers and hysterics in man.  In those days, Romans would sacrifice a dog to appease Sirius in hopes of getting relief from the heat.

The OId Farmers Almanac shows Dog Days to be the period of 40 days from July 3 through August 11.  It's not even officially summer in our part of the world.  Have the miseries of Dog Days struck your area yet?