Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Wednesday's Words ...

Eleanor,
I was delighted to receive your letter telling me of the birthday surprise for Abigail.  I know she will be thrilled to find out that we will all be celebrating together in Paris.
It has been an exciting month since I last wrote to you, and I'm not sure where to begin.  You know of the avalanche, but did you know it was caused by an earthquake in Libya?
The young man who sometimes traveled with me as a valet was arrested recently in the city of Tobruk when he was visiting family whose home had been damaged in the earthquake.  Apparently he has been under suspicion of conducting several robberies on a local ferry, and rolling his victims into the water.  One of them died when they were attacked by crocodiles, and he is now being charged with murder as well as robbery.  I was quite shocked and appalled to hear the news and am not quite sure if I believe it was him, or if he is being set up by another of his family.  He has an older brother who could almost pass as his twin.  I shall be speaking to the magistrate soon to give a character reference for him.  My fear, however, is that despite my words on his behalf, that they will order his execution.  I have kept a ledger of every penny I've ever entrusted him with when we traveled together, and he has never once stolen from me even when he had ample opportunity and the temptation must have been great.
Do you think Abigail would enjoy seeing Paris, the City of Light, as Audrey Hepburn may have seen it when she was in "Sabrina?" I have found a small group of history and film lovers who attempt to recreate scenes from famous movies.  They are offering a dinner cruise on the Seine, complete with costumes from the movie.  Both you and Abigail would have the opportunity to wear a dress from the film's collection.
I must get going if I'm going to meet with the magistrate this afternoon.  But I also want to tell you that I've taken more pictures of Abigail's Pooh Bear in some exotic locations, and will be working on getting them printed and put into an album for her birthday.  I'm sure she will be quite surprised at his travels.  I will be surprised if she even remembers having him.  How old was she when he was left behind on one of your trips?  Was she 4 or 5?  I seem to remember that you told me it was weeks before she stopped crying for him.  I wish it hadn't taken me more than a year to find him in that trunk so I could have saved her the grief.
Dearest sister-in-law, you have become such a good friend to me these past years.  There almost seems to be something offensive by adding "in-law" after sister when I speak of you.  You and Abigail are the only family I have left now.  I am so looking forward to seeing both of you in Paris.
Until then ... Ivan 
birthday
robbery
earthquake
execution

Pooh
Paris
Hepburn
ferry
murder
rolling
ledger

Tobruk

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Words for 17 January ... the prompts

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. I joined in when Elephant's Child was hosting the prompts. This month I will be hosting, and the words will come from events ~ past and present ~ on the calendar each week.

Essentially the goal is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. 
What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, using all or some of the words, or ignoring them. 

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. It would be wonderful if as many people as possible joined into this creative exercise. If you are posting on your own blog - please share the link to your blog post in the comments below so that we can come enjoy and applaud.



Image: WeHeartIt.com
birthday
robbery
earthquake
execution
Pooh
Paris
and/or

Hepburn
ferry
murder
rolling
ledger
Tobruk

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Words for 10 January ... the prompts ...

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. I joined in when Elephant's Child was hosting the prompts. This month I will be hosting, and the words will come from events ~ past and present ~ on the calendar each week.

Essentially the goal is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. 
What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, using all or some of the words, or ignoring them. 

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. It would be wonderful if as many people as possible joined into this creative exercise. If you are posting on your own blog - please share the link to your blog post in the comments below so that we can come enjoy and applaud.

Image Source: WeHeartIt.com

  1. king
  2. avalanche
  3. canyon
  4. pianist
  5. Wyatt
  6. marriage
and/or
  1. supreme
  2. packers
  3. pie
  4. jazz
  5. crash
  6. farewell

Sunday, January 7, 2018

better late than never ... Words

Edmond looked up from the letter he was typing on his vintage Olivetti typewriter to his niece just as the clock on the mantle struck midnight.
Happy New Year!  Although it is still more than a half a night away for you.  I made a resolution this year to not make any resolutions ... and already I've broken it.  I'm going to blame it on snow brain.  This winter the weather here in Germany has been too cold and all I can think of is summer and how I wish I could be spending the sweet spring in the south of France. The beaches of Nice are so relaxing. I remember many holidays spent there when I was a child, and wish I could take you and your mother there.
Tomorrow will be the celebration of Elvis' birthday ... a day my brother, your father, reluctantly shared with him. I find that in these golden years of mine, memories of your father come more frequently.  I miss him as much as you do.
I received the postcard of the magnificant sarcophagus you saw while at the museum with your classmates.  I'm so glad that you share my fascination with history.  One day I would like to show you the Egypt that your father and I explored.
1. Resolution
2. Niece
3. Sweet
4. Celebration
5. Elvis
6. Golden

and/or
1. Snow
2. Summer
3. Typewriter
4. Edmund
5. Sarcophagus
6. France

apologies ...

Short and sweet:  I've been falling behind in my Wednesday's Words moderation and other blogging because I have been overwhelmed with the flu, moving, and threats from our former landlord's "property manager" (aka a registered sexual predator/stalker who uses his 'big' title to overcompensate for other areas he is probably lacking in).  

Needless to say, I don't take threats well.  My theory is that if you are going to 'bluff' you better be prepared to back it up with actions (and so far his words have been as impotent as he apparently is).

So we have been silent.  But not inactive.  I know our rights as tenants.  I know our rights as citizens. Let the chips fall where they may.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Words for 3 January 2018 ... the prompts

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. I joined in when Elephant's Child was hosting the prompts. This month I will be hosting.

Essentially the goal is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. 
What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, using all or some of the words, or ignoring them. 

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. It would be wonderful if as many people as possible joined into this creative exercise. If you are posting on your own blog - please share the link to your blog post in the comments below so that we can come enjoy and applaud.

Image Source:
WeHeartIt.com

Welcome to the New Year and a new year of Wednesdays!  This month each week's prompts will come from events (past and present) on the calendar this week ...

1. Resolution
2. Niece
3. Sweet
4. Celebration
5. Elvis
6. Golden

and/or

1. Snow
2. Summer
3. Typewriter
4. Edmund
5. Sarcophagus
6. France

Sunday, December 31, 2017

2017...

(click on photos to enlarge)

These are my favorites photos each month from the past year from this and my other blog [Life on the Bay ... With a Superior View!]

 January
Red fox sighting in the snow
pink jellybean toes and nose on Lucy
February
 
March
tapping for maple syrup
April
 
by early April the bay had thawed
May
Finding my birth flower on my birthday!
Finally, a nice day to go boating!
Lake trout on the grill!
 June
Baby robins with fuzzy eyebrows
Peonies
New wildflower discoveries
 July
A playful baby beaver
Witnessing the life cycle of a ladybug
 August
first kisses
Unexpected twin fawns
Surprise blossoms
September

Highland coo
Fall colors
Dragon
November
Snugglers
December
new snow

Friday, December 29, 2017

Wednesday's Words on a Friday ...

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. Essentially the aim is to encourage you to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What you do with those prompts is up to you: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or ignoring them. You can use some or all of the prompts. Some put their creation in comments on the post and others post on their own blog. This month the prompts have been posted on Elephant's Child's blog.  Next month (next week already?!?!) they will be posted here.

I must also apologize for my delay in getting in these last words of 2017.  It has been a year of challenging difficulties for me, and I'm tired.  Mentally, physically, emotionally.  I'm claiming better days in 2018.

The sun was blinding in spite of the extreme below freezing temperatures. It would have been inappropriate for the season, but she wished she had a parasol to shade her eyes from the glare off the snow and ice.  She began ascending the stairs to the library, and suddenly her heel slipped and broke.  She managed to hook her arm through the stair rods to avoid falling, but now she was left with tottering lopsided to her interview.

"Argh!  I knew I shouldn't have worn these!  Why did I feel like I needed to be someone I wasn't for these people?"

A man carrying a large binder of fabric samples, who was coming out of the building stopped next to her.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry.  I was just letting my tongue wag to myself.  I have an interview with the historical restoration committee, and I've broken my heel on the stairs.  Now I will totter in like I've imbibed too many hot toddies this morning."

The man smiled.

"Nonsense!  In fact, I'm on the committee and will vouch for you."

She felt her cheeks flush hot red with embarrassment and wished she'd had a mint to chew on.  In truth, she had indulged in an Irish coffee before leaving the house, but only to calm her nerves.  This was an important interview, and she desperately wanted the job.

"Oh, my.  I'm so embarrassed now.  I don't always talk to myself.  I'm just so nervous.  It has been a while since I've done any interior decorating, and I'm afraid that I've fallen behind on the latest styles and innovations."

"Well, then that should work to your advantage!  This is, after all, a historical restoration project.  We aren't looking for someone who can bring the library into the 22nd Century, but rather someone who will give it more of an 18th Century look.  In fact, these fabric samples are for some of the window pelmets in the conference room.  I was just going to my car to get another binder since none of these seem to be what we are looking for.  Why don't you go inside and wait and I will walk you in to meet the rest of the committee members?"

Nodding, she went up the remaining set of stairs, and into the library where the warmth began to thaw her cheeks in spite of the heat of her blush.  Maybe today would turn out better after all.

This week's prompts are:
Parasol  Heel  Wag  Ascending  Hook  Stair rods  Mint  Tottering  Chew  Binder  Coming  Pelmet

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Follow your dreams ...

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. Essentially the aim is to encourage you to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What you do with those prompts is up to you: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or ignoring them. You can use some or all of the prompts. Some put their creation in comments on the post and others post on their own blog. This month the prompts will be posted on Elephant's Child's blog, and photo prompts this week are provided by Margaret Adamson's friend Bill.

Last week's field trip to the circus had gone well, in spite of the fact that there were no camels to be seen.  The children had been completely enthralled with the acrobats and high flying trapeze artists.  Connie had actually enjoyed the clowns a bit more with their quiet storytelling.

It was now the week before Christmas, and all of the children were home on holiday break.  Connie enjoyed her job, but also enjoyed the breaks to catch up on some of her own interests.  She was still in the process of tracking down information on her ancestors but was not having too much luck.  It seemed at times that every lead she got brought her to a dead-end, and she wondered if her dreams had simply been that and nothing more.

On a hunch, she was following another family branch that may have settled in Colorado chasing the gold rush and free land.   She'd only left a note for Nick saying that she had gone to visit some out of town friends for two nights.  It wasn't as if he would miss her.  Since their fights a few weeks before, he had been spending more nights at the hospital than at home.  She doubted he would even realize she was gone before she got home.

Parking her rental car to walk through the older section of town towards one of the historic cemeteries she had researched, Connie was enchanted by the city and its shops.  She had already mentally checked off several she wanted to stop by again tomorrow before her flight home.  Maybe she would be able to get some last minute Christmas shopping done. Glancing up at a sign on a door as she was walking, she stopped suddenly with a sense of déjà vu.  

It was odd that even this late in December that there were flowers still blooming, and it was in that same moment she realized that she was no longer cold.  Slowly turning around, she was astonished to see cars from an earlier era, as well as women wearing dresses she had only seen in fashion museums.  She stepped back against the wall of the small jail, her hand to her mouth, trying to stop the panic that was rising within her.  As she watched the scene before her quickly change to the present day fashions and vehicles, she felt lightheaded and nearly fell.

"Miss?  Are you alright?"

She felt a strong hand grab her arm just as her knees buckled, holding her up.  Looking up into eyes that seemed more familiar to her than her own, she gasped.

"Yes. No. I don't know.  I just suddenly felt odd."

"Let me help you to a bench and you can sit down for a minute.  How long have you been out in this cold?  Would you like to get a cup of coffee to warm up?  There is a shop just across the street."

"I don't know how long I've been out here.  I was just walking to the cemetery.  I'm parked right over there.  Coffee would be good, I am very cold suddenly."

She allowed him to help her across the street and into the coffee shop, where they sat by the window.  He ordered coffee for the both of them, and a bowl of their venison stew for her.  When she protested that it was unnecessary, he insisted, saying that she looked pale and it would help her to feel better.

"I don't even know your name, and here you are buying me lunch."

"Well, it isn't exactly what I would consider a first date, but my name is Jonathan Snow.  I'm principal at one of the middle schools here.  If you don't mind me saying so, you seem a bit young to have family at that cemetery."

"I'm Connie Hopkins.  I'm actually doing some research on my family tree and was hoping to find some of my ancestors here.  I'm a middle school science teacher in Massachusetts."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hopkins.  Or is it Mrs?"

Connie hesitated.  "Mrs.  For now anyway.  You said you were a principal here?  You seem so familiar to me.  Have you ever attended any conferences on the East Coast?  Perhaps we've met before at one?"

Jonathan let her remark about her marital status slide and nodded his head.

"Actually, I have attended and spoken at several of them on the East Coast so it is possible we've met in passing.  Are you considering relocating out west?  Colorado has many excellent public, private, and charter schools."

"Oh, yes I had heard they did.  I don't know right now what my plans are.  I leave the day after tomorrow, and am really just chasing a dream."

Jonathan laughed.  "All the gold is gone from these mountains now."

Connie smiled, "No, I was just hoping to find family.  Somewhere I felt like I belonged.  I've been having dreams about some of my ancestors that came from England on the Mayflower, and they seem to have been leading me west.  But I guess I they were just crazy dreams after all."

As he reached over to put his hand over hers, Jonathan spoke softly, "Dreams aren't crazy if they help you to find your way.  Perhaps you just need to give this one a little more time to guide you?"

Slowly pulling her hand from beneath his, Connie looked up thoughtfully.  "Yes.  Time can reveal many things.  And speaking of which, I'm sure I have taken too much of your time.  The stew was wonderful, thank you.  I've never had venison before and it was amazing.  But I do need to get going if I want to finish my research before I have to leave."

"Of course, I'll let you get back to your walk.  I will have to look for you at the next conference I attend on the East Coast."

"I'd like that.  I've really enjoyed talking with you."

They rose from the table and Jonathan paid the bill while Connie used the ladies room.  When she came out, he was nowhere to be seen, and the young girl who had waited on them brought her a note.

"He said he had to get back, and asked me to give you this."