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October 15 Glory DaysBack in 2001, I discovered an interest in auto racing. More specifically NASCAR Stock Car racing. I was watching a program on TV which ended, possible the Kentucky Derby, then instead of changing the channel I became engrossed in the action on the racetrack. I'm fairly certain the race was Richmond in May. Jeff Gordon and Tony Stewart did some bumping and banging on the track in the closing laps. They interviewed Jeff after the race, and he was so polite despite the situation I decided to tune in again...
Backtrack to Christmas 2000. I was working in the toy department of KMart. My son was only 8 years old at that time. I made certain Santa knew he was a good boy, thus he received many presents. Included among the treasures was a MicroMachine NASCAR racetrack and numerous MicroMachine racecars. That future afternoon I remembered Jeff Gordon's name and rainbow colored racecar. So I chose to pick Jeff as my driver from that Richmond race on. He was now driving a "fire and flames" paint scheme.
Fast forward to midsummer 2001, I came to realize the Busch series was just as exciting to watch. I rarely missed either series. The tours had made it to the second roadcourse event of the season, at Watkins Glen NY. During the prerace festivities, the sportscasters highlighted a wicked crash of the previous season's race. The driver who leapt victoriously upon his hood after surviving an impressive impact was introduced, he was from El Cajon, CA. The driver's name was Jimmie Johnson.
Although Kevin Harvick ended the 2001 Busch Grand National season as champion, Jimmie opened some eyes as well. He won the inaugural Chicago race and finished 8th in the final season standings. When it was announced he would be joining the 4 time NASCAR Cup Champion Jeff Gordon at Hendrick Motorsports as his teammate, I definitely anticipated the next season.
My main regret as a fan of Jeff Gordon, was I missed his "Glory Days". True he won the title in 2001, but he had so dominated the series for many years. I could only catch those moments through the eyes of history, reading old articles and in interviews.
But with Jimmie, I started watching as he began his career. He only made 3 starts in 2001. He would have possibly competed in the delayed race at New Hampshire, but as race activities were postponed after the 911 tragedy he was unable to attempt to qualify.
I, like many race fans new and old, looked forward to the season opening Daytona 500 in 2002. To my delight Jimmie Johnson won the pole position for his first rookie season start. When he won his first race in the 10th event at California Speedway, his home track, I was proud to be his fan. 32 more wins and 2 NASCAR Cup championships later, I still get as excited as that day he won his first race. October 08 Ike's LegacyYes Lou, perhaps I did use your title on my last entry. My mind was such a space at the time...
There is an old wooden swing out on the front porch. Its chains are powdered with rust. An occassional breeze brings squeaking sounds to your ears. Hummingbird feeders hang from the rafters. A flock darts to and fro as they fill their bellies with the homemade nectar. The song of their flight brings to mind a swarm of bees. Several windchimes join in the afternoon symphony as the breeze drifts across the shaded retreat.
A donkey brays in the distance, and few horses return his greeting. A relatively young foal runs playfully at his dam's side. Nowhere in evidence are the strong winds that felled the trees not far from the porch's shadow. The grass is green, the ground is dry. The rainfall soaked up and producing flowers in the nearby bushes.
Sitting in the moment and forgetting the hardship of Hurricane Ike. The respite was much welcomed. Even now, reliving this brief interlude brings me peace.
September 25 A breath of fresh airA pleasant aroma wafted across the evening air. Jack checked the coals in the grill. He tossed the steaks on, hearing the meat sizzle as it met the hot surface. Flames lit up as the marinade oozed out. He sighed and lit another cigarette as the meat cooked.
The crickets were in full song, and it was very soothing. The air was cooling off as autumn approached. After stubbing out his butt against the heel of his workboot, Jack walked indoors. Jill was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables to add to the grill. He took the platter silently, as she continued working preparing a salad. Jack made short work adding the zucchini and corn to the hot grill and turned his steaks. His mouth watered at the delicious scents.
Night had fallen as Jill joined him on the patio. She poured the sweet tea, and set the table for two. Jack brought the meat and grilled veggies over and they ate well. Afterwards, they left the plates and climbed into the hot tub. The stars came out one by one, followed by the first quarter of the new moon. Sated and satisfied Jack relaxed his tired body against the spa's generous jets. He gathered Jill closer and encompassed her shoulders in a one armed embrace. Words were not needed as the couple sat side by side.
September 24 Keep pecking awayI'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. For those of you who do not know, I've been dealing with back problems. You can strain pretty much any other part of your body and get along fine. Not so with the back, no I've been knocked down and miserable for over a week and a half so far. I keep hoping to wake up to normalcy. Maybe tomorrow.
Anyhow, I hope to return to some sort of writing again. Keep smiling, nothing is as bad as it seems. May 04 Make a DifferenceIt irks me to no end how many people contribute to election campaigns. Just in these past two weeks Hillary Clinton received over $10 MILLION dollars in contributions... That is such a mind blowing figure it is unfathomable to the common person. Are those donors really expecting to change anything in the world? Will it make any difference whatsoever? Hell no! IF Hillary wins the nomination and goes on to the White House, she will do whatever her heart's desire- regardless of the donor's intentions.
IF people really want to make a difference in the world, there are so many legitimate ways to do so. Take the $100 or whatever figure and get an elderly neighbor a gas card. You see that single parent struggling to make ends meet, get her a WalMart gift card. We CAN make a difference one person at a time... I dare you to do it. Not only will you feel better, but you are helping someone along the way.
If you give $100 or food to a food bank, you know what happens? They pay their executives and their administration first, then costs of operations take a huge chunk, then the workers who volunteer take the food out to their own cars. Don't believe me? I've witnessed it first hand. The same is true for any majorly funded organization- look into Red Cross investigations if you doubt me.
There was a movie made not many years ago called "Pay it Forward." It had a sad ending, but the premise is that you help people out first, then if ever you need anything it is there for you in the future. Practice this all the time, we do.
When you go out to dinner, do you calculate the tip? How much do you tip really? 10% 15% if at all. Rich was a waiter years ago, and we also drove cabs and I've worked in a coffee shop where I received tips. It is very eye opening to see that person slip a quarter on the counter, or in the case of the cab- pay just the fare and a "to hell with you" attitude.
When we go out, even if the service is mediocre, we tip generously. Recently we ate at a fairly nice seafood restaurant. We stood patiently for over 30 minutes while larger parties were seated ahead of us. The maitre 'de was responsible for the delay, not the waiter. Once we were sat, we ordered well over $100 worth of drinks, appetizers, main course, etc.
The young man worked our table efficiently and he had a terrific attitude. His net tip was over $45. When we walked out, he remarked to the maitre 'de that we had been the highest table income for the hour. Eyebrows raised, he looked at our small party of three in a new light. The waiter had told us personally, most of the large parties were doing cocktails and the tickets were much less. May 03 Hello, GoodbyeSparkling dew rode the sea of grass in the early morning light. Bare feet knocked the droplets away as the young girl ran to tend to her pony. To her amazement the mare had a little surprise on this Spring morn. A small foal stood on wobbly legs beside his dam. He was the mirror image of his dam, black with splotches of white across his withers and a small star centered on his forehead. "I shall name you Thunder," the girl whispered as she hugged his neck. Ensuring Lady was fed and had plenty of water, the girl left to get ready for school. On one hand she love school - many books to read and her teachers were very nice. On the other hand she hated it - she was very self-conscious of her glasses and she was very shy. Making friends was not easy since moving to this new home at the end of the school year. Except for a few neighborhood girls, she knew no one else. Having Lady has been her only joy at home.
Noontime gave her the opportunity to chat about the new pony. Some of her classmates turned up their noses at her, the very idea of getting dirty was all they thougt about. A few horse crazy souls asked for more details. She passed the time among them, instead of off in her own world. In a strict home she was forbidden from giving out her phone number. She lived so far from town, well she never joined in the stuff that other girls did.
Doing her homework on the bus, she was eager to return to her ponies. She smiled inside thinking of the little foal. She was excited to ride the mare again too. The mare greeted her as always when she returned home. She brought an apple saved from lunch to share, which Lady eagerly crunched. After a quick brushing, she leapt to the mare's back. She rode out to greet Daddy when he came home from work.
Making do with just a rope for guidance, she trotted the mare along the dirt road. Thunder followed his dam, too timid to run off. Daddy smiled broadly, although he was tired from his day's labors. "So she finally had her colt." The girl slid off Lady's back and hugged her father in joy. She remounted and rode the mare as they headed home together.
One day, not long after Thunder's birth, a truck drove into the driveway. She was told to bring the ponies out. A couple with two young kids adored Lady, and their parents spoke quietly with Daddy. The girl watched her beloved ponies loaded into the truck and driven away.
No one discussed this change with her. She withdrew inside herself at the loss of the shaggy shetlands. The horse pen, where she'd spent many a happy afternoon was removed. In a short time, no trace of it remained. Promises were given to get another horse, but seemingly forgotten.
Echoes of laughter and tears fill in the years after. The girl nears womanhood. A friend gifts her a horse in return for a little labor. She feels revived and once again knows happiness. She is no longer the schoolgirl, but a young woman now. Tappers fills that space once reserved for Lady. She again runs wild and free, although she alone is responsible for his care.
Yesterdays memories are as fresh as any. The girl has been long gone for decades now. The joy felt in the company of God's creatures remains. No horse in the backyard today, just thoughts of the ones who've been placed in her path. She pets her cat, remembering the feeling of galloping bareback with bare feet dangling, racing down the street to meet Daddy on his way home from work. May 01 Mayday ramblingsThanks to The Magnificent Raven , who wished me a Happy Beltane yesterday, I've read up on MayDay and the various celebrations of my ancestry. Building bonfires and dancing around the Maypole are fairly self explanatory. What confuses me is the use of the term "Mayday" to declare a plane crash or similar disaster. How did we as a society bridge that gap in meaning? Insights welcome...
I managed to post my first photo album yesterday. I love my PC, it does all the hard stuff for me LOL. Since it seems so easy I will definitely update on a regular basis. As you can see from my self photo I am as unassuming a person as you'd ever meet. I believe it is the quality of the conversation that makes the friendship work, not the accessories. Although I do love playing at "dress-up" once in a while.
Feel free to message if you feel the urge, I will attempt to reply in a timely manner. I have a few contacts I talk to via messenger, and I'll even offer a phone call now and again- just so you know I am a real person. I am not now, nor have I even been a stalker. I take people at face value, and expect the same in return. Let's be friends, this world is rotten enough. April 30 You don't need to be my heroRich scared me royally last night. After starting what has become a routine coughing spell, he started off to the bathroom to pay homage to the porcelain goddess. But after a mere few steps he fell down on all fours right in front of the door. I went to his side to check on him, he gasped and struggled to get up. I helped him back to the couch, and had to explain what happened.
It brings to mind the times over the years when one various ailment kept rearing it's ugly head and he ended up in the hospital. The very first time I was so scared, I felt helpless. The boy was not even a whole year old then. Now he's nearly grown, yet I still have that helpless feeling. I am not ready to be alone. We are merely humans after all, if yesterdays incident illustrates anything.
I could not find rest until this morning. He woke up and I slept the day away. I guess I needed to babysit a while, curse the mother in me. I am not the person I once was, age has caught up to me and I no longer can do things the way I used to. Why did I not see the same thing has happened to Rich? He still tries to be the same young man I married, amazing me with everything he does.
Changes
Charlotte welcomed Evelyn into her home. They sat and enjoyed tea on Lottie's fine porcelain. After the biscuits were devoured with glee, the ladies decided to go out for an afternoon's ride into the countryside. The carriage was brought around the house. James, ever the thoughtful footman, opened the door and bustled the women inside.
The coach was one of the finest in all of New England. The four black horses were immaculately groomed and well matched. The ladies, ever mindful of the sunlight, raised their parisols as they set off. The flowers were in full bloom and the pair oohed and ahhed at the scenery rolling alongside.
On the outskirts of town, they passed workers heading home from the fields. Women were rushing out to meet their husbands, all grubby from head to toe from their labors. Charlotte sighed, and spoke with Evie longingly about their future, who they would wed, and that they'd never be in such a state.
Months passed, and the Revolutionary war started in their very town. The young women, no longer driven around town at their very whim found themselves working in their own homes. Their fathers fought side by side against the British. Their mothers cried on each others shoulders as they awaited word of their husbands fate.
One day not long into the war, as the girls were walking from Lottie's home to Evie's, a handsome carriage rolled by. There were two women riding together, sharing conversation as they passed the young women. Both of the passengers averted their eyes, and commented on what a sad state of affairs this life was, when girls roamed the streets as freely as boys.
Lottie was wed soon after, to a farmer returned from the war. She eagerly greeted her husband daily as he came home from the fields. "Dirt washes off." Evelyn returned to her parents homeland afer her father died in the war. The ladies corresponded frequently. Evie's oldest child even travelled to stay with Charlotte's family for a time. She was so like Evelyn, that Lottie kept remembering the good times of their youth. April 28 Outta Here"We've got to get out of this place.
If it's the last thing we ever do.
We gotta get out of this place.
I wanna make a better life for me and you."
An old friend dropped by today. She brought a coconut meringue pie and a lovely bud vase. She was impressed by the house plan I was perusing. Despite viewing dozens of new homes, I keep being drawn to this particular one. I love the layout I think. It is spaceous, yet everything has a place. Whether we take the existing model, have one built on another lot, or look for an older home with similar dimensions, I really think THIS IS THE ONE.
A two story brick contemporary beauty has an elegant foyer and front dining room. The powder room and coat closet are convenient to the entire first level. Mind that mad dash in from the car/garage when you just can't hold it any longer. The master suite takes almost 1/3 of the entire first floor. The bathroom is very generous, with a deep whirlpool tub, a standing shower, a private toilet, and his/her sinks. The walk in closet has tons of rods and shelves as well as a built in shoe rack.
The kitchen is well planned, with a breezeway between the utility room and pantry from the dining room into the kitchen. The breakfast area is at the rear of the home with gorgeous windows on both walls. The enormous family room boasts a gas fireplace and lovely windows as well. The kitchen counter has a curved bar for a great place to entertain.
On the second floor there is a great room/game room or a nice private living room. The three bedrooms are laid out in such a way as to provide the occupants with quiet spaces. The front bedroom would be ideal for our son who is reaching the age he expects a certain level of independence and privacy. One back bedroom set aside for that Mother-in-law to come south for the winter. The fourth bedroom is a perfect space for a private library, study, or reading room.
Dreams of holiday dinners, meeting our son's future wife, and raising our grandchildren dance in my head now. I can see us living there for a long time to come. I want to put down roots like Aunt Sylvia. I want the neice and nephews, as well as any granchildren to have that same feeling I did on my recent visit. Is that too much to ask for? I think not!
Room 114
Shane walked across the clearing in the woods. His car was totalled, and worse he could not find his wife. He pressed his hand over his forehead and discovered he was bleeding. He wiped the blood off to find the wound nearly clotted. A deer bounded across the forest, startled him from his shock.
Looking on both sides of the Porsche, he could not see Michelle anywhere. Her purse was about 100 feet away. He felt a glimmer of hope and set off in that direction. The light grew dimmer as he walked. He called out, but got no answer. The cell phone was useless, no bars at all lit up in the service area.
In the total darkness now, Shane pressed onward. He had to find Michelle. She may be injured and unable to call out. He stumbled against a root and slowed down. No need to get yourself killed. Slower and steadily he roamed the clearing. After an hour he found himself back at the crash site. "Fuck, I've been going in circles."
He thought a little more clearly now, so popped open the trunk. He found a flashlight. The light clicked on, although it was very weak it was better than no light at all. He once again set out in search for Michelle.
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Shane lay silently on the hospital bed. The IV was steadily dripping. The monitors were beeping in regular tones. Michelle sat on a bedside chair, grasping his still wrist in her hands. Just hours before the couple was on their honeymoon. Shane smiled in her memory, before the accident. He turned to gaze at her taking his eye off the road for a split second, that's all it took. Neither of them noticed the deer.
She could still hear the squeal of the tires on the slick pavement. She rode as the car grinded to a halt, but Shane, ever the rebel, refused to wear his seatbelt and flew through the windshield. So now she sat vigil at his bedside, waiting for him to wake up. April 27 Squinting into the flameRain falls softly overhead. It is a light mist and the day is warm. I lift my head up and welcome the droplets onto my face with a smile. The scent of the moisture evaporating as it puddles on the hot ground is amazing. For a little while I forget everything, no longer consumed with daily concerns. I enjoy the interruption with a glad heart.
I listen to the sound of a nearby train, it's horn warning traffic to clear the tracks. I see the bright leaves and flowers blooming. There is a shade tree beckoning me to pause, so I settle down with my ankles crossed. The frogs croak out their joy for the sudden shower. I watch the clouds drift across the sky. It is a magical moment, full of peace and promise.
Once inside duty calls, dinner to make, things to get done. But once tasks are completed, I find myself sitting in front of the candle. As I watch, the reflection of this afternoons peace return to me. I can remember each and every sensation in its fullness. Now it is locked up inside, to cheer me up if ever I get lost again.
Wagonwheels
"Git up Bonnie. Danny, that's a lad." Andrew encouraged his team of Clydesdales. They had been galloping heavily for some time. The darkness was fast approaching and he did not want to be caught out in strange territory alone. He could see the glistening lights of a nearby town on the other side of the next hill.
Reining the team in, Andrew parked the wagon in front of the livery stable. He quickly unhitched the team and settled them inside. After the animals were fed he went to find lodging for himself. Spying a tavern he stepped inside for a drink.
A lovely voice flew into his ear as he walked to the bar. The songstress was beautiful, an exotic looking lady with a blue ruffled dress. Her dark hair was wrapped elegantly over her head. She blinked her eyelashes as she thrilled the lounge with her tunes. He sat soaking up the music as he drank in his suds.
The whisky was as sharp and hot in his gullet as any he'd tasted. For a change the beer was not watered down. He ordered another glass and inquired about lodging. He reckoned he could bunk at the livery if nothing else was available, he'd done that often enough on his travels.
To his surprise, the barkeep nodded toward the singer. She's got a place she lets out from time to time. Once she quit singing he learned her name was Claire and she indeed had a room to rent. He happily paid the dollar for the night, and added a bit for a meal as well.
Claire bustled herself to her home, chatting his ear near off on the way. It wasn't more then a few feet from the saloon really. "Hope you like rabbit," she commented as they entered. "Anythings alright with me Missus."
The aroma in the shanty caused his mouth to water in anticipation. "My Henry, rest his soul, he hated rabbit stew." Claire was quiet after, for which Andrew was grateful. He felt out of place making conversation mostly, thus kept to his wagon and team. "Henry would've really hated this 'un then Missus, it was right perfect."
He turned in after dinner, sore and tired from the trail. Claire awakened him at dawn, offering coffee and breakfast. "Missus, forgive me for askin ya. You are aweful young to be a widda..." his voice drifted as he suddenly felt shy again. She looked at him and smiled "Henry died a month after we were married, last July. He had th' fever, now it's just me and..." she looked down at her belly. "So I sing my tunes to keep food on the table, and the room to rent out to pay me bills."
He left after a bath, hitched up the team, and sat off for the west once more. His pocket was a little lighter, and he wasn't as concerned about bandits or strangers either. He whistled a merry tune as he drove out of town.
Claire set about cleaning the room before she had to leave for the tavern. As she made the bed with new sheets, she found a blue kerchief. Wrapped inside she found 20 silver dollars. On a peice of store wrapping paper was a short note. "For Henry Junior".
April 25 Browsing the store of lifeFirst, an apology to my loyal readers for my absence. Recent days spent in an effort to rewrite my life, upgrade my existence, and plan for the future have kept my feet and fingers away from the keyboard. It has been fun looking at model homes, new furniture, and shopping for a comfortable cruising car.
Why is it that whenever you look at these items, a salesmen is always drooling over you? Give me space to think, please! I've noted the places, and kept the business cards of those select few who allowed me to browse to my heart's content without the constant question: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
No, other then getting the hell outta the way so that I can see what I came to see.
With the internet you can get a ballpark idea of what things look like, but there is still much more merit in seeing things with your own eyes. Take furniture for example, pictures do not tell you whether that bed rail is sturdy enough for bedroom gymnastics. House plans and interior photos do not show you the feel of a new home.
But, car salesmen are the absolute worst. They swoop in on you like a vulture after prey. My car now is my favorite, but it IS a little small for that over 6' boy of mine to ride comfortably in the back seat. He needs leg room, and it would be nice to have something along the lines of the Buick Roadmaster (no longer in production) to travel. We do love to go on long rides and see the country.
Pull into the dealership and watch the heads pop up. Like raptors sensing fresh meat, they approach from all sides. An average build young man reaches us first, the others slink away into the showroom. He passes his card over and tells us he can make any deal on any wheels on the spot. We say we are just looking, but thanks. He follows us around as we look at cars. "You know we have great closeouts on the SUV's" he offers. We ignore him and continue to browse. He stands near us, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Sweat pours off his brow in the high humidity.
After a few more minutes, he seems unable to help himself and approaches. "We have an absolutely gorgeous economy sedan in the showroom. Perhaps you'd like to see it?" We say, we'll meet you inside in a bit. He seems relieved as he darts indoors returning to his pack. We head back to our own car and drive away. I giggle now wondering if he even noticed we were gone.
By Candle's Light
The thunder rolled, lightning crashed, and winds howled, driving the rain heavily onto the roof. Megan closed the blinds as if to shut out the storm. It was late, well past the evening news. Nothing interesting was on the tube anyway, so she shut the television off and turned her stereo on.
Delilah was asking for dedications or requests when the power went off. Megan called the maintenance man, to report the outage. Gene seemed like he was barely awake, but muttered he'd call the power company and hung up. She started lighting candles, and was startled by a knock at her door.
Figuring it was Gene, Megan instantly opened the door without looking out the peephole. However the person who entered was as unlike the old maintenance man as you could get. The man standing in her living room appeared to be a high school student.
"Do you have any candles?" He looked sheepishly at her, with a neediness in his eyes that melted her suspicion at once.
"Sure, stay right there a moment while I get them."
Megan dashed into the kitchen and ruffled through the drawers until she found the box. All she found was an empty box. She grabbed one of the candles from the kitchen table and carefully walked back into the living room, keeping the flame alight with her hand.
"Sorry, this is all I have. I'm Megan by the way."
"Kevin, I just transfered to State College."
"I go there too, somehow I thought you were younger..." her voice trailed off.
"I get that alot."
Another round of thunder shook the building. Megan asked Kevin to sit for a while. They talked about the campus, where he was from, and their majors. She found herself inching closer to hear, as the heavens continued their clamorous explosions.
Kevin had been a wrestler in high school, earning a scholarship for one year at a prestigeous university. He knew he could not afford the further tuition himself, thus transferred here. The apartment in her building had miraculously came available the day before, so he had barely made a dent in his unpacking when the power went out.
Another burst of thunder caused her to jump. She nearly fell onto his lap. He grasped her arm to steady her, then began rubbing her shoulders.
"My, you are tense."
"I can't help it, storms make me nervous."
She relaxed at his touch. In the candlelight, the room took on a dreamlike atmosphere. His hands rubbed her shoulders, kneaded the spine, and caressed the small of her back. She turned to his body, stroking and feeling his muscles. He kissed her on the shoulder, then up her neck. Her lips met his and they kissed. His tongue danced around the inside of her mouth.
She gave in to his searching mouth. She wrapped her arms around his back. They embraced and lay down on the sofa. She slowly undressed him, pulling his shorts off as she took in the sight of his amazingly fit body. He reached under her robe, stroking ever gently as he parted her legs.
She found him erect, and teased him until the veins were pulsing on the surface. His fingers entered her clift, sending chills of pleasure throughout her body. Kevin raised her nightgown and began licking her breasts. She continued stroking, feeling the heat grow in her hand.
Megan groaned as he moved on top of her. He entered slowly and began kissing her once again. She rose up to meet him as he thrust and rocked into her. She buried her head in his chest hair. They breathed in tandem, moaning in their passion. She felt her breath leave as she climaxed, he grunted with effort and collapsed on top of her gasping for air. They sat in silence as their breathing returned to normal.
Kevin gently stroked her arms as they lay side by side. He kissed her again and she hugged him, laying her head on his shoulder. The candle flickered and went out, leaving the room in darkness. No words were spoken, just the sound of the rain. April 19 Ramblings of an ill mindAttack of the spring flu II. Sitting here feeling rotten, trying to ignore the hacking cough and disgusting flavor of my own plegm (FLEEM they call it here LOL). Another commonality whether you be rich or poor, you feel like shit anyhow.
Had another window shopping trip yesterday, then drove Downtown Houston to the zoo. Well it was closing time, so we decided to go back tomorrow. All 3 of us really have various stages of this crud, no one felt like moving at all today. Chores are being left by the wayside right now. It is like a symphony of coughing. One of us will start then the others join in in harmony.
Slept in fits last night, almost like I had an internal timer set to 2 hours. Up and down from the time I tried to sleep, all the way through daylight today. At least I didn't disturb the old man, he was up anyway.
Watched a video a few day ago, Hitman, it was very good. Not as bad as other videogame adaptations. I also rented The Mist. You had to feel for the guy in the end, after he wastes everyone in the car. The fog clears and the military has it all under control. I don't believe Stephen King wrote that ending, but it has been a few years since I read the book.
Just this week I've lost a couple of friends on here, lucky for me I have other ways to contact them. It seems sometime life interfere's or just a combination of meanness and madness ruins a good thing. I truly miss reading these people's perspectives right now.
Back to Basics
May 14, 2010. Without warning the oilfields ran dry. The nation's strategic oil reserves were locked up tight to keep the government operational. For the majority of the country, the lights went out- literally. Some areas using other resources for power were unaffected.
At first there was civil unrest. No one could buy fuel, so many found themselves trapped in the big cities. But as time passed, programs were implemented to return to trains for mass transit. Coal banks long unused were once again processed.
In some communities, residents took out the pools, and golf courses. They planted crops for their own survival. Horses once used for racing or polo playing were retrained to plant and harvest. No longer a luxury for the priviledged, but a necessity for the greater good.
In other areas, people relearned how to be neighbors. No longer "keeping up with the Jones'", they instead reached out to one another. Houses were altered to use wood burning stoves. Shops cropped up in old malls, where vendors sold fresh foods and baked goods.
It was like a step back in time, yet the inginuity continued in the face of the crisis. In an amazingly short period of time, a fuel source was created. When things returned to "normal", society as a whole was improved. The days of living only for oneself were long gone, or were they?
Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it.... April 17 Oldtimers'I've been back home for several months, but only today went to visit an older relative of mine. No one filled me in during my absence, but my aunt has began experiencing Altzheimer's disease. She is a right old bird. I have her to thank/blame for my obstinant attitude and my willingness to argue if i feel I'm right to the bitter end.
Out of all my relations, she is the most stable person I know. To visit today and listen to her stories was an amazing experience. To my dismay neither of my siblings nor my own mother has been in touch at all! My father, her own brother, calls occasionally. It is sad, for she has been an anchor in this family.
Aunt Sylvia has been a widow for many years now. The last time I spoke to her personally was several years ago, so I am just as guilty as the others. Going out to clear my head today, I decided to drive to her house. She is the only relative I know who has lived in one place forever. Her house brings back memories like you wouldn't believe.
Victory!
Barbara summoned all of her courage as she stepped through the door. At the center of the auditorium a table waited on a raised platform. "Don't trip" she mumbled to herself as she walked to her chair. She seated herself and waited for her opponent.
Several parents, teachers, and other students were scattered among the bleachers. The video club had arranged large screens to focus on the board once the final match began.
Barbara trembled for several agonizing seconds as she waited for Steven to be seated. But a growing calmness fell over her once she touched the first pawn. She moved, then he countered. Taking his last rook, she positioned herself for checkmate. The color rushed to her face as she realised the thrill of victory. Steven smiled at her over the chessboard, knocking his king over in defeat.
Once the tourney ended and the stands cleared, the pair walked out together arm in arm. He beamed proudly at her, so brightly onlookers had to ask who won. April 16 New Things in Old SpacesWarmer days have kept me away from this space for a bit. Sometimes I just do not have anything to say anyhow. I could gab about the Pope and his US visit, or the ongoing Democratic primaries - but really who is interested in that anyway?
We went out today to one of my favorite places to eat lunch. Then spent the rest of the afternoon furniture shopping. Well, window shopping that is. I was impressed with the quality and plan to make several purchases very soon. No need to bring new stuff in this old place, so waiting for the new house first.
I've asked people to be my friend. Yet without even the courtesy of a reply, the requests get ignored... That's cold really. I think I'm a nice sort of person. Whatever. I guess if they cannot bother to message me personally, they aren't worth the effort. Such is life!
I took a candle into that dark room. Perceptions have been altered, and reality has changed for the good.
The Music Lesson
At four o'clock sharp Brenda walked into the music store. She immediately entered the back room for her lesson. Connor was sitting at his workbench, stringing a guitar. His fingers deftly strummed the instrument, tuning it entirely by ear. Brenda looked on with silent fascination.
He began the strains of an old song before noticing her in the doorway. As he waved her in she felt a moment of regret for interrupting. He lay the Gibson gently on the table then passed over some sheet music for her to study.
In just minutes she was picking her guitar in time to his metronome. He lifted the Gibson and began to accompany her. She followed his lead, no longer looking at the podium. As they played, she grew more at ease. He was playing freely, drifting from one familiar song to another.
Brenda glanced down at her watch when at last the room was silent. Two hours had flown by. Oddly enough her fingers had not even begun to ache. Connor smiled and nodded. "See ya next week."
April 13 Life LessonsI just bought a new cell. Figuring out how to enter text for the phonebook was a challenge, but I managed it finally. Still in the process of adding names/numbers today. My list isn't very long actually - the husband, my siblings, in-laws, and of course the parents.
There is a Karoake night down the street Wednesday night, maybe I will go out for a change. I love singing, but judging by my son's complaints while I'm in the shower - I won't be taking the mike. Who knows, maybe after a drink or two I will anyway...
I've watched the last 2 nights of the Original Star Wars trilogy. I missed Star Wars IV: A New Hope. The son had wanted to go out for Chinese, and he had a great progress report so we agreed.
So far nothing positive on the horizon. If at first you don't succeed and all that. It's fun to keep practicing... This time I did not get all bummed out. So maybe these hormones are finally levelling out. I'm sure I can use the break from the rollercoaster for a change.
Women in the Woods
Jordan walked into the woods, drawn by the light of the fire. Crickets chirped and an owl hooted in the distance. A cape was draped over her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. Sparks drifted up off of the fire, dancing like fireflies on a summers night.
She sniffed the smoky aroma, then joined the women near the stones. The new moon was rising. Ruth led Jordan and the other woman around the fire. The elder sang a chant in the darkness, as she led the dance. Faster and faster the women twirled around the firepit. Their voices grew louder and louder until the moon reached midsky.
At once the crescendo reached its climax. Silence filled the forest. Not a creature sounded for what seemed like an eternity. The women all sat, panting after their efforts. After a brief rest, women paired off and headed in different directions. Ruth tapped Jordan and beckoned her to follow.
Ruth stripped off her robe and helped Jordan to wash. Sweat was quickly removed from their bodies. The chill hardened her young breasts into stone. The sensation was not unpleasant. As she stopped to pick up her drape, Ruth shook her head and led her on into the dakness.
A pallet of furs lay under a pine tree. Ruth eased onto her knees and beckoned Jordan to do the same. Jordan knelt as if for prayers, but was surprised when the elder started stroking her breasts. An internal warmth spread upward and she no longer felt the cool night air.
Experienced in life, Ruth knew exactly how to arouse the young woman. Jordan moaned at the old woman's gentle touch. Suddenly, she felt something cold and hard enter her. She relaxed as Ruth continued her ministration. The object was giving her sensations she had never felt before. The brief pain was replaced by a growing pleasure.
Afterwards, Ruth led her back to the fire and gave her a new robe. "Now you are a woman," she pronounced. With thrills still rocking her abdomen, Jordan returned to her lodge. April 10 ChocolateItching a spot between my toes, I smell the roses, and sit fingering the chain around my neck. Both were gifts from my significant other. He sits flicking channels and I listen to the television drone about how bad off the world is. Flights cancelled, gas price are high, the cult thing here in Texas. Politicians ranting about what they'd do differently.
Life is good. If people would pause long enough to look, they'd see the world as it really is. No, the young man whipping past me on the highway doing 80 miles an hour is not seeing it. Nor is the overwhelmed mother of 3 pulling her brood through the aisles in the grocery store. They are in such a rush or so distracted, life passes by.
Reach out and grasp it. Take a drive and look at the beautiful scenery around you. Enjoy each other's company. Go out and do something you will remember. Things you buy will fade away, but those precious memories will be with you always. Hug your children and love your spouse. Call distant relatives and old friends to let them know you care.
Life does not have a pause button, nor can you TIVO through it and cruise past the hard times. Things you miss will not come around again. You only get one chance, make it count.
Ouch, I found a thorn. As the drop of blood grows, a tear sneaks out of the corner of my eye. My son brings home a chocolate bar and a terrific school progress report. Ah, if we could just savor this moment. Tomorrow will come, and the day after. But for now I am at peace. April 08 Back to RealityBack to Reality
Instead of spending the weekend at one destination, we spread it out into several "day trips". Although we spent the nights at home, it was nice. Each day we set off in a new direction. Starting Friday afternoon we were on vacation. Hours spent driving, exploring this area I grew up in, and remarking on the changes. Yes, it was not the "normal" vacation. But, we had a great time.
I managed to snag a nice camera. Once I figure it out I will be updating this blog. I used to love taking pictures, but somehow over the years just quit doing it. Hopefully over the next several weeks I can get some nice images to brighten this space up.
Simple Life
I am far from hoity-toity. I believe in the KISS principle, keep it simple stupid. Driving around and rubbing elbows with other people all over Houston, I noticed everyone had the same goal - Have a good time. It's amazing that everyone has the same expression of joy, no matter their social status. Seeing a child's eyes light up at the sight of a merry-go-round - that's universal.
Adjustments in L' Attitude
Still house hunting for that perfect place. We had some potential offers, including one incredible opportunity. But it was not to be yet. One thing we mutually agreed on, we are not making a parallel move - that is move for the sake of moving, into a place similar to the one we are living in. No, we are definitely moving up, instead of out.
This area is huge. You can spend days just driving and not see it all. There are good neighborhoods, run-down areas, and the really built up developments. The employment variety is as diverse as the housing.
Femininity
I've found as I age, I'm becoming more interested in "girl stuff." I want to do things and go out. I want to get *shock* a nice dress. I want to have my hair done. It surprises me too. I still don't feel the need for manicures or false nails. I'm the same person inside I have always been. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. But I have a desire to feel pretty, you know?
Writing
"Freedom Calls" is still a work in progress, and as soon as I get things squared away here, I will get back to it. Being away just for a few days makes the chores pile up.
Thanks to my audience, all of you, for keeping my mind working nonstop. LOL. It is fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading here for a long time to come. April 03 Publish Me!Publish Me!
As an aspiring writer, I look for an outlet for my works. For ages I've had stories or ideas for stories running circles around in my head. Finally I set some of them down in "print", although not in the normal manner. You who view my site are the only ones I can reach. Any help getting this blog noticed will be greatly appreciated.
The Griswald's We are Not
But we are taking a weekend family vacation. Where we are off to is at my husband's whim. I hope it is to the beach, but really anywhere away from this place is welcome. I've tried to visit some friend's spaces to let them know I will be AWOL from here so they do not think I'm ignoring them for a few days LOL.
Early Bird
I slept too long yesterday. Intending to nap in the early evening, I was astonished to wake up at Midnight. My loving hubby and son did not wake me once, so I slept way too much to get much sleep overnight. So they got a rare early morning breakfast. Sausage, scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee/hot cocoa were ready and waiting. It was nice to socialize with my son before he had to get ready for school. Hmm, perhaps this could become a regular thing. Nah, it's hard enough to get up at 5am.
Correction Again
It is Spike that is having the weekend Star Wars marathon, not FX. It will begin Friday April 4th, and run through Sunday April 6th. With the trip it looks like I will miss the movies, oh well. I'm sure they will run it again at some point.
Cooking Tip
Recently instead of using butter or margarine when I make toast, I grab the butter flavor cooking spray. It toasts more evenly, the bread is untorn and not soggy, and the flavor is very good!
Unintended Consequences
Holly sat staring out the bus window. The bleakness of this afternoon's ride was not improved by the drizzle sliding down the glass. For the first time, she would be going to Juvenile Hall instead of home.
She never intended for anyone to get hurt. It was a joke. Megan and Stephanie were in on it too. It seemed such a small thing really. Just toss a few balloons on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
It was early spring. At a Hardees where they had met for an afternoon of fun, they planned the weekend's sleepover. Then they filled the balloons with water. Not too long after, they approached the roadside.
Kathy Harris was a single mother. Her son Michael was crying in the backseat. While driving, she reached behind her to give her son a bottle. So as the water balloon hit the windshield she was clearly distracted. Automatically she hit the brakes.
The 18 wheeler behind her did not. In the resulting crash Kathy became a paraplegic. She all but gave up her life after learning of Michael's death. Stephanie and Megan fled the scene, leaving Holly to face it alone.
Riding the bus, she reflected on her choice. She knew she would never forget what happened. And she also knew even though her friends got off scot-free they would remember forever, that even little things have big consequences.
The End
Freedom Calls PART V
Magic is riding in another trailer. This one is open to the outside. She watches the vehicles travelling on either side of her. The dust is blown into her eyes as they bounce along the roadway. She closes them and braces her legs for support. Eventually, as she has always known they come to a stop.
The humans unload her, there is no barn in sight. She is led into a small pen enclosed by wire. A metal trough sat in one corner, she dipped her mouth for a drink and snorted. It was foul tasting. Pacing around she checked out the area.
There was no grass. Wisps of straw were scattered near the trough. Nothing edible to be found. A human approached the enclosure and tossed hay over the fence. It was not as good as she was used to, food was food. A goat ran out to join her and shared the hay.
Morning came and she allowed herself to be caught quickly. A saddle was tossed over her back. Her mouth was opened to accept a bridle. The human lept onto her back. Without warning she felt spurs in her flanks. Obediently she went forward, yet she was slapped on her shoulders with the reins. Her mouth was tugged roughly, the bit biting into her skin.
Day after day she was handled roughly. With the lack of feed and the poor water she began to get weak. Her legs grew sore, her hooves got long. The goat, her constant companion, had nibbled her tail so short she was unable to swat flies. Now she hung her head and stood by the fence.
To be continued... April 01 Reaching OutReaching Out
Growing bolder I find myself wanting to reach out to new people. My real circle of friends is quite small, not including my blog friends. Right now I can count those I consider true friends without taking my shoes off. Please stop by and introduce yourself. I welcome the company, although I may not write a ton. "Won't you be my neighbor?" As Mr. Rogers used to sing.
Feeling Better
The migraine has passed and the hormomes tempered down. My cold is still here, at least the cough lingers. The hubby is still a bit under the weather though, working in the rain is not good for spring colds. But the boss is a grinch with no concern other than his bottom line.
Man Drowns Kids
A man staying in a motel drowns his three kids in the bathtub yesterday. And wouldn't you know it on A&E they did the Andrea Yates story. Eerie... Just the meanness of people to kids makes me pissed off! I'm trying to have another kid and here is another example of human madness. Some people should not be parents IMO. And those that are fairly decent cannot get pregnant- where is the fairness in that?
Take Out Tuesdays
What has become a tradition lately, we had take out again. Tonight's treat was fried chicken with all the trimmmings. It was so hot this afternoon it was welcome to not cook in the kitchen! Tomorrow its back to Mundania with laundry, shopping, and other chores. Ah, and the other night I cooked my favorite dinner. Chicken Fried steak, mashed potatoes, cream gravy, and blackeyed peas. Nothing in any restaurant was as good as that meal!
TGIF
Kelly walked into the nightclub. It was Friday and she wanted to let her hair down. A live band was playing as she stepped up to the bar. She ordered a daquari and sat down. While waiting for her drink she strummed her fingers in time with the band. A thin tan line stood out stark on her right ring finger.
~
Sipping the chilled beverage slowly, she glanced around. Although she had been in here before, she saw no familiar faces. The music stopped as the band took a break. Kelly felt someone come up behind her.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" A deep voice inquires.
She gazes at the whitest smile she has ever came across.
"No, help yourself. I've never seen you here before."
He grins, lighting up the bar again. "That's because this is my first time."
"I'm Kelly."
"Zach."
"Nice to meet you, Zach. You here with the band?"
"You can say that. I'm the manager."
They chat for a bit, then the band strikes up the music again.
"Wanna dance," he offers.
"I'd love too."
~
She is pleased to see he is a very skilled dancer. Their bodies draw closer together as the evening wears on. Before they realise it the last song plays.
"I don't want tonight to end" she says sighing.
"It doesn't have to." He takes her to his motel room.
~
She falls into his arms. Zach cradles her and kisses her deeply. She catches a moan in her throat. He begans rubbing her back as they remain embraced. She kisses his neck wanting more. Slowly they remove each others clothes. Sitting together they continue mutually stroking.
She is aroused beyond her wildest dreams, yet he holds back. Finally she can stand it no more. "Take me." He obeys, but ever gently. "Harder, more" Kelly cries. Witin moments they are rocking with another rhythm, him thrusting and her rising up to meet him. She climaxed quickly at the same time, her moans mingling with his. Sweat beading on their foreheads, they lay together a while longer.
"Stay," he asked.
"Yes," she replied with a kiss.
~
The morning found them as passionate as the evening before. Then after a quick shower and breakfast, he suggested they head for the pool.
"Let's do something about that tan line of yours" he joked, kissing her ring finger for emphasis.
"You already have."
~The end~
Freedom Calls PART IV
Magic is riding inside the horsebox. Unlike previous journeys she wears neither boots nor blanket. She has not felt the touch of a brush in several weeks. Her mane and tail are knotted and unkempt. She stays balanced against the rocking of the trailer. She waits to see what comes next.
Once the vehicle stops, she is unloaded. Horses are everywhere being tended to. She expects her rider to appear momentarily. She is used to the bustle of showing grounds, and this was just like any she had ever visited. But she was put in a stable with hay and water, next to many strange horses.
The day grows late and she hears the loudspeakers. Expecting to compete, she feels strange to be led out to the ring instead of being ridden. She follows her handlers around in a circle, she prances proudly. The voice continues for an eternity it seems, then a loud bang sounds. She was led back into the stall. She thought the event was odd, but then humans ways are strange to horses.
To be continued...
March 30 ViagraViagra
Commercials run almost nonstop on late night tv for Cialis, Viagra and other ED medications. I still wonder about the 4-hour erections side effect. They say seek medical care. Hmm, imagine walking into the local ER with that problem.
Rainy Night
Its raining off and on tonight, I may actually get to sleep. Something soothing about the rainfall hitting the roof... Yawning just hearing it now. Maybe an early bedtime for a change.
Denny Wins Martinsville
Virginia's native son Denny Hamlin won the race today. A pair of Jeff's, Gordon and Burton finished second and third. Jimmie Johnson finished fourth with Tony Stewart rounding out the top five. NASCAR comes here to Texas next weekend, and guess who does not have tickets!
House Hunting
Instead I will be hopefully preparing to move into a nice rental house or apartment. Looking for a 3 bedroom, 1 to 2 bath home with a yard. Or an apartment/condo rental with a pool that accepts cats. The place I'm living now is too cramped and not very well managed.
Under the Weather
A Spring cold/flu has hit our home. Neither of us feel up to doing much. So it is fitting that the rain falls tonight. I'm sneezing and wheezing, sitting here in front of this computer. Bed will be a welcome sight tonight.
Outings
I'm as excited as a schooolgirl again at the thought of upcoming weekend events. Going to the beach is at the top of the list, followed by a visit to Space Center Houston and the Houston Zoo. I'm not sure if we will go before the move or after, but knowing we are planning these trips is enough for now.
Freedom Calls PART III
Magic's coat is getting very scratchy. Turning her head, she rakes her side with her teeth. Other than feeding and having her stall kept, she has been virtually ignored by the humans. Where was the dedicated rider who kept her coat so glossy and clean? The summer heat was becoming more of a bother as well as the flies gathering around her eyelashes.
Unshed hair gripped her coat in patches where Magic could not reach. When she was led outdoors, she gleefully rolled in the sandy clearing trying to rub those pesky remnants away. Shaking herself once, she fell to grazing. There were fewer horses outside now, but still a friend or two she could socialize with. Sidling up to one chestnut, they mutually groomed one another before returning to the summer grass.
To be continued... March 29 NASCAR @ MartinsvilleNASCAR @ Martinsville
My favorite spectator sport moves to the half-mile paperclip shaped racetrack in Virginia. Jeff Gordon has the pole and a very fast car in all of this weekend's practices. I also like Jimmie Johnson, at least at this track. Maybe a little experimenting going on for the 48 team. They seem as confident as ever to be a factor for this year's title, so if they aren't worried neither am I.
Reality Television
I used to watch Survivor, the Apprentice, Paradise Hotel, the Bachelor, and several other shows. I don't know about you but after a while it gets predictable. I lost interest in seeing human beings be so cruel to one another and tear each other down week after week. I mean really, I can look outside my window or out at the mall and see the same stuff anyway.
Pet Rent
Searching the available housing I came to the realization that landlords stink. Many of the properties I've liked have asked $300 - $500 pet deposit, and several add another $10 to your monthly rent. What's next, rent per child?
Air Supply
I get all teary eyed at almost all of their songs. Come on, can any of you not feel all romantic with someone playing "Lost in Love" for you? I tell you it does get the emotions flowing, even after all these years. I used to own the Greatest Hits CD, I wonder where it got off to...
Freedom Calls PART II
Magic stood with her head over the door, watching the activity around her. Horses were being loaded in trailers, but without the usual excitement she felt before a competition. Her rider had not returned to care for her in many days. This time of rest was a little bit dull, but at least there was something to occupy her interest.
People had moved in and out of her life ever since she could remember climbing to her feet. Routines came and went. Sometimes it was tiring to perform, then other times like now she missed it. Snorting, she snatched a mouthful of hay and contentedly munched.
Her bedding was fresh and soft to her hooves. Water was always cool, clean, and plentiful. So on she dozed, resting peacefully in her stall. She had no complaints, nor had anyone ever really asked her opinion anyhow.
To be continued... Night OwlNight Owl
Tonight I'm up late, way past this gals bedtime. Nothing on TV short of paid advertisements. Who needs that crap? You know the "set it and forget it" oven, vacuum pack storage bags, or the latest get rich quick scheme by flipping houses. Drives me batty really. I remember when TV ended its broadcast day with the national anthem then snow took over the airwaves. Ah, the good old days...
Like Mick
"I can't get no, I can't get no, I can't get no, Satisfaction."
Jagger doesn't have anything on me tonight! My lips are bigger than his... If it was another woman it would be a fair fight. The old man's boss has been kicking his ass all week and he's too tired and sore to spend time with this woman.
"Friday Night Blues" Earl Thomas Conley
This song almost describes me to a "T". Look up the lyrics. It a Golden Oldie from country music.
"He's been working all week. He's got mental fatigue. And that old couch sure looks fine.
All week he's been gone. She's been sitting alone. Slowly going out of her mind."
Freedom Calls
Magic willingly performed for her rider. Taking off at the right moment, her legs never touched the bars. Her hooves cleared each fence with room to spare. She could size up any jump with a glance and adjust her stride to take off correctly time after time. Yes, she had years of schooling. She could negotiate any course with little more than the minimal guidance from any rider.
After another such round, something unexpected occured. Her rider came off, and lay motionless on the ground. She stood patiently awaiting the rider to regain her feet. Day became evening and yet still they waited. She longed for her stable, feed, and the company of the other horses. Well after darkness fell, she heard people approaching and gave a soft whicker in greeting.
To be continued... March 26 Moving on UpMoving on Up
Well not quite yet, but I'm in the beginning stages. We're looking into apartments, condos, and rental homes at this time. Plans for beach trips and other outings have disclosed that we need to live in a different area. Not to worry, I'm not leaving this blog. Maybe I'll have an update on the progress occasionally.
Decisions
I decided to end Gail's story as it is, and to continue writing as I feel like doing it. I will make a special category "fiction" for any future writing endeavors. I enjoyed exploring Gail's character and seeing things through her eyes.
Now for the Rest of the Story
Gail led Daniel on a tour of her new home. He seemed very impressed. He helped her up to the second story, as she was still on her crutches. Although making tremendous progress on her own, she was pleased by his attentiveness.
"What a beautiful place," he said finally. "Much better then my old apartment."
Gail beamed proudly as she watched his eyes travel across the rooms. She allowed Daniel to guide her safely downstairs.
Once back into the spacious living area they sat together on the Victorian sofa. She broke the silence by suggesting he move in with her. The grin on Daniel's face made her butterflies go away. He embraced her right where she sat. She felt like this was the first right thing she had done in a long time.
Daniel never left her side for the remainder of the day. He called a moving company to pack and deliver his belongings. They spent hours just sitting and talking, then they retired to the bedroom together.
Two months later the mares and foals were sauntering across the ranch paddocks. The bright sunshine welcomed all the guests to the McKnight wedding. After the nuptials the happy couple was driven away in a horse drawn carriage. A sail aboard The Delacroix Pearl awaited the honeymooners.
The End*
{*Finally I finished Gail's Tale. Was it enough? Is there more to come? Comments and criticism always welcome.} March 24 ChangesChanges
Much more at peace do I write now, the person who began this blog is long gone. Well, maybe pieces of her still exist, but in a entirely different way. It is like I took this great wrench and rotated my perspective 1/16 of a turn. I am still myself, but I have changed, there is no denying that fact. In computer terms, you'd say I was reformatted.
I tend to think the changes have been for the better. My outlook has improved, as has my relationships with my loved ones. I feel more involved in the act of living.
Easter
Nice quiet Easter Sunday here. We did not go anywhere. He cooked, which was nice and we ate BBQ ribs and potato salad. Maybe not the traditional meal LOL, but it was excellent. A nice peaceful family evening, no phone calls, and we all sat and watched Spirit on the television. I think this was the most memorable holiday in years.
Correction
FX will be running the complete Star Wars saga beginning Friday April 4th. Not this past weekend, my mistake. That'll teach me to pay closer attention to the commercials.
Killer Sting Ray
Another one lays victim to the sting ray. An older lady out for a boat ride got body-slammed by a sting ray last week and was killed instantly. The creature weighed in at 75 pounds, and the boat was going approximately 25 miles per hour. Investigators say it was the impact that killed her, not the barb.
Still RIP Steve Irwin - miss that guy. His show was always good for a laugh. "He's a little grumpy" holding a rattlesnake...
The Story
Gail barely saw Dr McKnight over the next several days as she virtually lived in furniture and home improvement stores. The condo was taking over her life. Keeping appointments with her interior decorator filled her daylight hours.
Never one for the frills, Gail was enjoying decorating her new home. Picking just the right pieces of furniture was taking an eternity. She followed the designer's plans and looked for antiques and reproductions. When she wasn't out at the condo, she was on the internet shopping import sites.
Slowly the place was taking shape. She was proud of the effect and felt instantly at home, despite the grandeur. Once she felt it was completed, she asked Daniel to give it his opinion. Since he was almost always at the hospital, he had yet to see the place. He agreed to go out to the condo the following day, a Saturday.
They dined in, she made spaghetti. She served white wine with the meal and sorbet for dessert. He was very complimentary of her skills. She blushed, unaccustomed to praise. Daniel sat in the dining room for several minutes after she cleared the table. She cleaned the kitchen.
Returning to the living room, she brought coffee. He sat on the sofa and changed channels on the television.
"I don't want you to go," he started.
"I'll only be a few miles away," she replied.
They sat sipping coffee in the growing silence, each deep in thought. She did enjoy the pleasure of Daniel's company. It was a far cry from a romantic relationship, but she had gotten used to having him around. Was it gratitude or love? Musing it over she excused herself to go take a shower. He started leafing through the magazines on the table as she left the room.
To be continued... March 22 CSICSI
I like mysteries, so as such I watch CSI. I've probably seen most of the episodes by now. I do not usually catch the first run shows on CBS, but always watch it daily on Spike. It is neat how they figure out "who dun it" in an hour LOL. As a kid I also enjoyed Quincy when I could stay up to watch it. CSI: Miami is ok, but it is the original show I like best.
Spring
The grass is growing greener and taller. Flowers are budding. Birds are nesting high in the trees. I want to run outside and race around barefoot in the sunshine like a little girl again. Wants and reality are very different. The feeling is strong, but the body is less then willing, you know. LOL
Weekend Blahs
What was supposed to be a quiet family weekend, got blew away today. "On call", the hubby had to spend the day out on the jobsite. So now he's beat after putting in extra hours. It pays the bills so I'm not really complaining. Hoping for no overnight emergencies that cannot wait for Monday.
Maternal Urges
Maybe it is my biological clock, or that my only son grows nearer to adulthood, but I've been giving a lot of thought to motherhood lately. I always wanted to have another child. Since it has been so long, it may never happen, but that doesn't stop my dreaming about it.
The Story
As the realtor pulled into the condominium development, Gail gazed out at the impressive edifices. Two story buildings stood on both sides of the narrow drive, flanked by large Oak trees. The units were grey brick, with only two units per block. The driveways sat at each end of the buildings with wrought iron fencing dividing the front lawns. What she could see from the outside made her very excited to get a peek indoors.
The main entrance was a covered patio area with an enormous arched doorway. The French doors were decorated with stained glass inlaid into the hardwood panels. Windows on either side of the entry were arched in the same manner as the doorway. The patio was enhanced with alternately colored paving stones, in a checkerboard like pattern.
As the realtor fussed with the keys and alarm system, Gail took in the quietness of the neighborhood. Although the development was directly off of a busy highway, she found she could not hear any traffic noise. Another plus she thought to herself.
Although she had enjoyed the outside very much, she was unprepared for the "wow" factor when she stepped inside. Vaulted ceilings greeted her in the main foyer area. Stairs were off to her right, an entrance she presumed led to the garage was on her left. Straight ahead was an open span living area. She saw a huge fireplace in the rear corner across from the kitchen.
The realtor remained in the foyer as Gail looked around. Beyond the kitchen was a master bedroom with a very attractive master bathroom. There was also a niche where it would be perfect to have her home office. Just below the staircase there was a generous pantry and a powder room, conveniently placed. Adjacent to the garage door, washer dryer and freezer hookups awaited in a laundry room.
Gail was impressed to say the least. Without even setting foot on the second story, she was ready to cut a check on the spot.
Stopping to look at the backyard, the shape of the home's facade made it apparent the patio just outside the master bedroom would be a perfect spot for a hot tub. The entire back yard was fenced with a solid brick wall. There was plenty of space for entertaining, as well as putting in a nice swimming pool.
Giving the realtor directions on contacting her attorneys, she hoped they would close right away. Instead of merely leasing as was her intention, Gail was planning to purchase the entire two unit building. Her lavish dreams had just kicked in. A little splurging now and then was a good thing after all. If one can afford it.
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