Wednesday, December 06, 2006
"The chocolate Labrador puppy had been wandering around the house for hours poking his nose into every little nook. He was doing fine until he came to the top of steps that went down tothe basement. He spend several minutes trying to figure out what to do. Then he..." (Using a dog as inspiration I wrote...)
What was going on? They had gone away and he was not in his big wire kennel. Did they forget? After several minutes, Kipper laid down, but kept his ears cocked and his eyes trained on the door where his family had exited.
Waking, Kipper was immediately on his feet and running. Down the hall, over the bed, back down the hall and under the table. Finally stoppng to lap his fill of water. Now he began checking along the base of the cupboards. Nothing this time so he continued to the other places that were most likely to yield a tidbit.
Where was everyone? This wasn't right. Sniffing along, he came to the couch. He was now tall enoguht to place his head on the cuchion. Why not? He jumped, walked back and forth, then curled to rest his head on his paws. It was confrotable here but every time he drifted off, he thought he heard something.
His crate door was open. He jumped down and went in. Soon he rolled onto his back and began snoring.
What was going on? They had gone away and he was not in his big wire kennel. Did they forget? After several minutes, Kipper laid down, but kept his ears cocked and his eyes trained on the door where his family had exited.
Waking, Kipper was immediately on his feet and running. Down the hall, over the bed, back down the hall and under the table. Finally stoppng to lap his fill of water. Now he began checking along the base of the cupboards. Nothing this time so he continued to the other places that were most likely to yield a tidbit.
Where was everyone? This wasn't right. Sniffing along, he came to the couch. He was now tall enoguht to place his head on the cuchion. Why not? He jumped, walked back and forth, then curled to rest his head on his paws. It was confrotable here but every time he drifted off, he thought he heard something.
His crate door was open. He jumped down and went in. Soon he rolled onto his back and began snoring.
comment for anyone reading these: I am not hung up on the morbid thoughts coming through in many of these replies. I just have a story line in my mind that keeps trying to get written.
"She wasn't sure what woke her up. She pretended to still be asleep, but she opened her eyes just a crack. All she could see was darkness. Kim was abut to go back to sleep when" she heard the string to the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling being jerked. The covers disappeared over the foot of the bed.
Pulling herself into a fetal position, Kim pleaded, "No, please, no."
The calloused hand gripped Kim's hair and, as if she was shaking out a bed sheet, brought Kim into a standing position. "How dare you! You think you can get away with it. Well, you can't . You are a worthless piece of crap."
Staring at the broom handle being raised over Mother's head Kim snapped.
"She wasn't sure what woke her up. She pretended to still be asleep, but she opened her eyes just a crack. All she could see was darkness. Kim was abut to go back to sleep when" she heard the string to the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling being jerked. The covers disappeared over the foot of the bed.
Pulling herself into a fetal position, Kim pleaded, "No, please, no."
The calloused hand gripped Kim's hair and, as if she was shaking out a bed sheet, brought Kim into a standing position. "How dare you! You think you can get away with it. Well, you can't . You are a worthless piece of crap."
Staring at the broom handle being raised over Mother's head Kim snapped.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Another Blip
"I knelt down and slowly started picking up the pieces of the shattered vase. The roses were already wilting."
Why was she so violent? What had I done? She hated me and always had. Over and over she'd told me that I was the cause of all her miseries. I was worse than all her other eight children put together. She wished I had never been born and she prayed for the day I would be gone.
Only when I flet the prick and saw the blood on my finger did I begin to cry.
"I knelt down and slowly started picking up the pieces of the shattered vase. The roses were already wilting."
Why was she so violent? What had I done? She hated me and always had. Over and over she'd told me that I was the cause of all her miseries. I was worse than all her other eight children put together. She wished I had never been born and she prayed for the day I would be gone.
Only when I flet the prick and saw the blood on my finger did I begin to cry.
Written from Blip from Tropical Screamer
"She walked as quietly as she could down the dark, rain slicked back street. The dampness of the air and crisp breeze chilled her to the bone.
She knew it was stupid for her to be walking alone in the middle of the night" but the idea of surprising her sister with her arrival from California had seemed like such a wonderful idea. The Greyhound had been late but she had caught the last city bus, ridden it to the end of the line, and begun the five-block walk. Now she pulled the scarf tighter around her head and bent into the cold Michigan wind that she had all but forgotten.
A car came from behind her, slowing as it neared her. Holding her breath, Carol kept her eyes down and her feet moving. The car accelerated and with a sigh, she looked up to note the two young male occupants. She was safe. Oh, no. The car was turning around. Again it slowed. Carol was careful to keep her head turned away. Soon the car had made another turn around and came to a crawl beside her. The passenger asked the question, "Want a ride?"
Carol tired to ignore him as he repeated the question. Suddenly she turned to the car and asked, "Tony?"
"Carol? Is that really my adventurous sister come back home?"
"She walked as quietly as she could down the dark, rain slicked back street. The dampness of the air and crisp breeze chilled her to the bone.
She knew it was stupid for her to be walking alone in the middle of the night" but the idea of surprising her sister with her arrival from California had seemed like such a wonderful idea. The Greyhound had been late but she had caught the last city bus, ridden it to the end of the line, and begun the five-block walk. Now she pulled the scarf tighter around her head and bent into the cold Michigan wind that she had all but forgotten.
A car came from behind her, slowing as it neared her. Holding her breath, Carol kept her eyes down and her feet moving. The car accelerated and with a sigh, she looked up to note the two young male occupants. She was safe. Oh, no. The car was turning around. Again it slowed. Carol was careful to keep her head turned away. Soon the car had made another turn around and came to a crawl beside her. The passenger asked the question, "Want a ride?"
Carol tired to ignore him as he repeated the question. Suddenly she turned to the car and asked, "Tony?"
"Carol? Is that really my adventurous sister come back home?"
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Americans
When people are asked to describe ten things about themselves, they find it easy to list their faults but harder to tell their positives. This can also be true when describing Americans. On this our Independence day, I'm going to try. In no way does this mean I don't acknowledge our many faults nor does it mean that the people in other countries don't also have postitives. I have not listed these in any special order.
* Liberty, based in the Constitution and especially the Bill of Rights, is the foundation we live by. We are still trying to interpret these freedoms but they are the basis of our daily lives.
* We have a beautiful, plentiful land to live in whether it be the mountains, deserts, praires, forests, river banks, farms, small towns or cities. The land provides us resources and feeds our spirits.
* We are hard workers. We work long hours. We are producers.
* We are generous with our time and money.
* We are able to take on leadership when needed. There is no better example than "Let's roll." on September 11.
* We are passionate. Whatever the "cause" we feel and act upon it with deep emotions.
* We are a moral people We seek the "right" thing to do.
* We have the potential to adapt and improve.
* We openly acknowledge our mistakes and try to make sure they are not repeated.
* We are diverse in many, many ways but somehow also united.
So, what would be on your list?
When people are asked to describe ten things about themselves, they find it easy to list their faults but harder to tell their positives. This can also be true when describing Americans. On this our Independence day, I'm going to try. In no way does this mean I don't acknowledge our many faults nor does it mean that the people in other countries don't also have postitives. I have not listed these in any special order.
* Liberty, based in the Constitution and especially the Bill of Rights, is the foundation we live by. We are still trying to interpret these freedoms but they are the basis of our daily lives.
* We have a beautiful, plentiful land to live in whether it be the mountains, deserts, praires, forests, river banks, farms, small towns or cities. The land provides us resources and feeds our spirits.
* We are hard workers. We work long hours. We are producers.
* We are generous with our time and money.
* We are able to take on leadership when needed. There is no better example than "Let's roll." on September 11.
* We are passionate. Whatever the "cause" we feel and act upon it with deep emotions.
* We are a moral people We seek the "right" thing to do.
* We have the potential to adapt and improve.
* We openly acknowledge our mistakes and try to make sure they are not repeated.
* We are diverse in many, many ways but somehow also united.
So, what would be on your list?
Thursday, June 29, 2006
My Sister
Relaxed by the consistent noise from the motor and wheels and the swaying of the bus, Carol's mind was engaged on the novel in her hands. Suddenly her head came up, her hands began gripping the book, her eyes widened and her breathing and pulse quickened. No one else seemed to be responding this way. A young child was whaling as she kicked her seat and pounded her fists on the back on the seat in front of her. As the racket continued, other passengers shook their heads and stared at the child. Carol's focus was not on the disruptive child but on the older girl sitting beside the child. This girl's lanky body was very still and her head was bent as her eyes studied her hands that she twisted around and around each other. In a quiet voice she pleaded, "Please, oh please, don't do this." The younger child stopped for a moment, looked at her seatmate, who shook her head back and forth, and then resumed her tirade.
Carol gave a deep sigh and looked away. Her memories came rushing back with such vivid clarity that it seemed like the events from her childhood, so long ago, had just happened.
Relaxed by the consistent noise from the motor and wheels and the swaying of the bus, Carol's mind was engaged on the novel in her hands. Suddenly her head came up, her hands began gripping the book, her eyes widened and her breathing and pulse quickened. No one else seemed to be responding this way. A young child was whaling as she kicked her seat and pounded her fists on the back on the seat in front of her. As the racket continued, other passengers shook their heads and stared at the child. Carol's focus was not on the disruptive child but on the older girl sitting beside the child. This girl's lanky body was very still and her head was bent as her eyes studied her hands that she twisted around and around each other. In a quiet voice she pleaded, "Please, oh please, don't do this." The younger child stopped for a moment, looked at her seatmate, who shook her head back and forth, and then resumed her tirade.
Carol gave a deep sigh and looked away. Her memories came rushing back with such vivid clarity that it seemed like the events from her childhood, so long ago, had just happened.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Bit of Writing
From the bottom of the stairs, Mike's eyes moved up to the kitchen. With a sigh, he realized never before had he looked at these stairs, or any stairs for that matter. He'd simply rushed through the door and bounded into the kitchen. His feet must have touched wood but he had no recollection of it.
But now his eyes sized up the steps just as a three-year-old did the pile of clothes and shoes he had been told to use to dress himself. How many were there? Where should he begin? Could he just do part of them? Would he ever succeed or would he always have to have someone help him?
He understood the fear from the charging of a snaring dog but the sweaty palms and quickened pulse he now felt made no sense.
From the bottom of the stairs, Mike's eyes moved up to the kitchen. With a sigh, he realized never before had he looked at these stairs, or any stairs for that matter. He'd simply rushed through the door and bounded into the kitchen. His feet must have touched wood but he had no recollection of it.
But now his eyes sized up the steps just as a three-year-old did the pile of clothes and shoes he had been told to use to dress himself. How many were there? Where should he begin? Could he just do part of them? Would he ever succeed or would he always have to have someone help him?
He understood the fear from the charging of a snaring dog but the sweaty palms and quickened pulse he now felt made no sense.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Memorial Day 2006
Last year I visited Washington D.C. and saw the national tributes we have constructed to those who have served, and too often given their lives, in our miitary actions. I am proud of these very moving tributes.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Oh, the Sweet William
I have a few in my front yard. I got the seeds from my brother-in-law several years ago. They are hard to keep growing in my flower garden but grow wild everywhere by the road ditches
I'm told the birds love the seeds and eat them and then deposit the seeds in their waste in other places. I really am not wishing for the birds to stay and poop in my flower garden but couldn't they leave a few seeds for next year? My DBL covers his so the birds can't eat all of them. Notice my chair in the top pic and the bee in the last one.
Need smellervision to really appreciate these.
Can anyone tell me how to put a zoom on so others can enlarge and see the real beauty of pics like these? They are so much nicer full
screen.
