#Weekend Coffee Share – Mid-February Edition

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Before I even start my share, thank you to Emily from Nerd in the Brain Blog for her first, of many, hosting duties!  I think we are going to have much fun!  If you want to join in, just click on the image above, and you will be brought over to Emily’s home, where you can join in.

If we were having coffee… oh look, it’s noon!  Would you prefer something else?  It is Saturday, you know, you can have whatever you’d like.  I had a late start so I’m on my second coffee.  This cold that has been hounding me since last Thursday makes it taste a little wonky but it’ll do.  I fear I have caught that two-week bug I keep hearing about.  I ended up finally going to the doctor’s on Thursday, knowing full well that it was “too soon” for her to see if there is an infection or not so I got a prescription for an x-ray for my sinuses for next week if I feel the need… yeah. Well. I’ll be fine.

If we were having coffee, you would see that I got a new ‘do on Tuesday!  Yes, it was time.  Valentine’s Day Present no. 1. I don’t like to keep the same hairstyle for too long (something a former hairdresser of mine told me.  I asked him his opinion on women, age and length of hair and his response was:  What ages a woman is keeping the same hairstyle for years on end.  Somehow I got an image of Rachel from Another World and knew exactly what he meant!  Thanks, Joseph.  I follow your advice, though I no longer have you as coiffeur.  You are downtown and I haven’t worked downtown in ohmigosh! 20 years!)  So, here’s the new look.  Will never obtain the same look as the hairdresser does and it will take a week before I can do anything with it (usually does after having it long for so long!)  I happened to have been feeling rather well that day so I didn’t cancel my appointment (though I warned Françoise that I was still sick – she told me to come in anyway).  I paid for it by feeling worse then horrible by Thursday – which is why I finally relented and went to see the doctor.  Anyway.

 

Valentine’s Day present no. 2 was flowers to me from me with all my love…  Then my eldest felt guilty that I had bought him some Kinder Surprise, so he picked up sushi and chocolate for me!

And how could I forget!  There is a Tim Horton’s (THE coffee shop all over Canada – but don’t tell them, I am not in love with their coffee) beside the hairdresser and I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so I picked up a cup.  Dye job lasts a good 45 minutes so….  As I left the salon, Martine, one of the hairdressers calls to me:  Hey, you want me to throw out your coffee?  To my “yes” she said, wait, let’s roll up the rim.  Well, I’ll be darned.  I got a free cup of coffee!  So I brought said winning empty cup and got myself another for the drive home.

Guess what?

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Maybe I should have bought a lottery ticket…

On Wednesday, we got quite the snowstorm.  I’d go so far as to call it a blizzard.  Man oh man!  Bummer for the school kids that it started after they all got to school. Buahahaha!  It was over just in time for them to come home too!

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As a result from all this snow, rain, more snow, my Tempo (winter tent-like-thing for cars) is buckling under the weight.  Because I have been so sick, I didn’t think of telling the boys to remove some.  Too late.  The damage is done.  We’ll have to replace some screws – again.  Like the first year after Mick passed away.  This was HIS department!!  Sigh.

Oh!  And before I forget, I finished reading our very own Trent McDonald’s book of short stories, Seasons of Imagination.  A most wonderful collection of short stories.  Some of them really stayed with me and I almost wished they would go on (though they were complete stories in and of themselves…)  Worth picking up, I tell you!

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Oh. My. God!  I am awful.  How could I forget to thank my sister for going out of her way to buy me meds from the pharmacy, and bring me her left-over chicken noodle soup!  Thank you, Lisa. You always come through in times of need!  I love you, Sister! xoxoxo 

I think I’ve taken up enough of your time for today.  I wish for you all a most wonderful day!

Always, with lotsa love!

Dale

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What Revenge? – Friday Fictioneers

Well now, here we are Wednesday and time for another Friday Fictioneers.  I normally do not read other stories before writing my own but since I did have a ping-back from a certain displaced Scot, well, I had no choice but to read his first. ‘Twould appear the gauntlet has been thrown by the Unintelligible Rogue with a Brogue.  And, despite this nasty cold that is keeping my head fuzzy and my throat raw, one full week in, I did feel the need to reply.  I did the best I could, in the circumstances.  And, by the way, I may be a Canuck, but I am definitely not a poutine-besmattered one!

This is all fun and games… You know we love you and you are our favourite Scot!

Thank you, Lizy for this macabre photo that would have prompted a different story had my hand not been forced 😉

Thank you, Rochelle, for both hosting this shindig and for being my partner-in-crime!

Geez… almost forgot the linkup for those who would like to read more stories or write their own!

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Word Count: 100 (oh I would have liked to have more!)

Genre:  What to call this?

What Revenge?

The ladies smiled at him… then at each other.

“Do those lips do more than talk gibberish?” asked the taller of the two, batting her lashes.

“Yeah, do tell us, Scot!  Actions speak louder than words,” the petite one flirted.

The Scottish rogue sauntered over with a lecherous smile, opened the gate and walked inside.

The ladies walked up to him the taller reaching around his neck, the smaller around his waist.

“Och, I’m a lucky man,” he grinned.

His grin disappeared when he found himself bound and gagged.

That should do it, eh?  Keep him quiet for a bit!

 

#WeekendCoffeeShare – Time I Write More!

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If we were having coffee, I would suggest you remain in your quarters and I in mine as I am suffering from quite the head cold.  I thought I had managed to avoid falling in the flu/cold trap, having stayed away from all who have succumbed, but apparently I didn’t need to be in an afflicted one’s presence to get it.  I cannot even blame my co-worker Jimmy as my sore throat started the day before we worked together on Thursday. Besides, Jimmy’s always coughing.  Oh well.   I will ride it out.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I so wish my eldest would get his friggen driver’s license (what is with today’s youth?)  so that I could send him off to the store to get me something to help me breathe instead of having to go out there – here’s where I wish I had a significant other who gave a damn… Again, oh well.  I am resilient, will go out there, bundled up, and get what needs getting.  Please note, I am not complaining.  Much.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you how happy I am that Thursday’s banquet participants did NOT eat all the soup as we co-workers were able to bring home the left-overs.  Score!  What better to eat than soup (yeah, yeah, should be chicken noodle, but whatever) when one is ill?  There were six, I’ve already eaten one!

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As I haven’t written a coffee share in a little while, I shall cheat a tad and move back to last Thursday (February 2nd) and share what I’ve been up to.  On Thursday, I was very sad to have to attend my friend, Richard’s funeral.  He was a lovely man:  father, fiancé, 2-dan black-belt in karate (which is where I met him) and good buddy of Mick’s.  If there is a heaven, then the two of them are already sharing a beer and reminiscing about their time on earth.

On Friday, I participated in a Skype session with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Sarah Potter, two lovely ladies I have met in the Blogosphere.  Both published authors, both have become good friends.  One over in Belton, Missouri, the other, way over in East Sussex, England.  How cool is it that we can chat, and see each other when we are so far apart?  I’ve read all of their books and will read anything more they ever write.  They’ve both been a positive influence in my writing and my dream is to one day count myself one of them, as in, a published author.  Guess I better get writing, eh?

Saturday was long-time friend Dany’s birthday so, as they (Dany & Giselle) had to cancel their New Year’s Eve Party due to the lovely flu, they decided to celebrate Dany’s birthday with the same gang invited originally.  What a fun time we had.  Great to have a garage that is warm and clear enough to use!  I don’t usually like to repeat what foods I bring but I made an exception in this case.  Dany had so enjoyed it over a year and a half ago at Martin’s party that I remade it.  Duck carpaccio (I prefer prosciutto) with pear, topped with Meyer lemon curd and cured red onions.  Oh my. A symphony in the mouth – Dany’s words!

Then on Sunday, I was invited for dinner at the Hébert’s, my departed friend, Roxanne’s parents, Renée and Michel.  I was so happy her sister, Linda, and brother and sister-in-law, Michel and Christine joined.  I stupidly did not take a picture of the gang so I’ll just have to invite them over to my place for another get-together!  I hadn’t seen them since Roxie’s death – well, not Michel and Christine, these two I joined for the viewing of Purple Rain after Prince’s death.  I offered to bring dessert which was an “Old-Fashioned Silver Cake” that I served with warmed four-berry compote and a dusting of icing sugar.  ‘Twas a hit and such an easy-peasy cake to make that I shall definitely remake it!

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If we were having coffee, I’d say, I have to thank Janet for encouraging me to write more.  Janet is also a friend found in the blogosphere that I connected with.  She is a chef, writer, artist that I admire a LOT.  During this morning’s FB Messenger session, I was telling her about last Friday’s Skype session and that I was hoping that hanging around real published authors would rub off on me.  She said, maybe stop reading as much and give some time to writing.  Whaaaaat?  Of course.   I knew that.  I guess I have been thinking about it more than doing it.  So here I am.  After all my computer issues in November, my NaNoWriMo got cut short.  Nothing stopping me from going back to writing down my stories, right?

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So that’s it for today’s coffee share.  I am planning on participating more.  This week is hostess Diana’s (Part-Time Monster) last week hosting her baby.  I didn’t realise this has been going on since 2014!  To read more stories, click on the coffee cup above.  Starting next week, we will be found on Emily’s blog Nerd in the Brain (Don’t you just love that title?)

I have been slowly been feeling more and more stuffed up so I think I shall make myself a nice hot toddy with some lemon, honey, ginger and a shot of gin.  If nothing else, I will care less about feeling so miserable!

 

 

 

 

The Punishment – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my reader peeps!  Friday Fictioneers is here and after a little bit of joking around last week, I decided to write something silly.  Hope you get a wee laugh.

Join Rochelle’s band of writers and give us your version of this image by clicking here.   Thank you Ted Strutz for a fun photo.  I probably would have taken this pic too!

Click on the Blue Frog if you wish to read other takes on this pic.  It is fun to see where people go…

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Genre:  Silly (I dare not say hysterical) Fiction

Word count:  100

The Punishment

He came to, bum numb and shoulders aching.  He tried to stand up but couldn’t. What the hell?

Oh, I see you are awake, my Scottish friend.  Comfy?

Why am I tied to this chair yards from shore? What have I done?

You kill or torture innocents weekly.  And you mock my typos. I promised our leader I was going to do you in this week!

Oh really?  And you choose this numpty way? You should read more of my stories for inspiration!  Besides, killing off people is not your style.

Well yes, I do know that.  But I promised.

 

Miracle. All of It.

A thought-provoking piece indeed. Why can’t we be more like elephants?

Live & Learn

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If you were an elephant living wild in a western city…

  • You’d have one two-fingered hand swinging from your face – a hand as sensitive as tumescent genitals, but which could smash a wall or pick a cherry. With that hand you’d explore your best friends’ mouths, just for the sake of friendship.
  • you’d smell water two miles away and the flowers at your feet
  • Grumbles from trucks and cabs would shudder through the toxic ground, tickle the lamellar corpuscles in your feet and ricochet up your bones…You’d hear with your feet, and your femurs would be microphones
  • As you walked 10 miles for your breakfast you’d chatter with your friends in 10 octaves
  • You’d have the happiest kind of political system, run by wise old women, appointed for their knowledge of the world and their judgment, uninterested in hierarchy for hierarchy’s sake, and seeking the greatest good for the greatest…

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What’s the Blooming Big Deal? – Friday Fictioneers

From the late hour on this Wednesday, February 1st, 2017, one could surmise that a) I was busy b) I had computer issues or c) I was stumped.  We’ll go for c)!  I have to admit I looked at this image from Roger Bultot and drew a blank.  Tried to type something – ex-nayed that.  Made another coffee, played a few mindless games on the Facebook, came back to the image.  Tried again.  Zilch. Made myself lunch, chatted with a friend, looked at the tumbleweed that is Zeke’s fur, turned away from that before the urge to take out the vacuum hit too hard and came back to the image.

Please forgive me.  This was the best I could do!  Thanks always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for stumping hosting this shindig week after week.

If you think you can do better – and I am sure you can, please click on Rochelle’s name and get the how-to!

If you want to read much better stories, click on Monsieur Frog.

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Painful Word Count – 100

Genre – Fiction

What’s the Blooming Big Deal?

She stared out of her window at the street below.  Ugh, more snow has fallen.  February first.  Why does February, the shortest month, feel like the longest month of the year?

Her eyes drifted to the white orchid on the windowsill.  What is it about orchids that so fascinated people anyway?  Everything she had ever read about them stated they were a bitch to keep blooming.  She put the requisite 3 ice cubes per week and enjoyed the flowers as they bloomed and fell one after the other, stem and leaves remaining.

To the bin and back to Costco for another!

A Mindful Walk

The day was too beautiful to waste my time in a gym (and really, like I was going to go, eh?) or in the house, cleaning, so, why not go outside for one of our (Zeke and me) walks?  We were way overdue and hadn’t gone on one of our mega long walks in a long time.

I chose to go over to the other side the main drag (de Mortagne, for those of you in the know) which helps me get my 10,000 steps in.  Though Météo Média “told” me it was -9ºC, but felt like -18 ºC, I found myself overdressed.  I should learn to NOT to put on my thermal shirt under my coat unless the temps dip to -35ºC!!  Didn’t take long to remove the scarf and stuff it in my camera bag!  Taking pictures usually requires me to warm my hands between each shot but not today.  The sun made a huge difference.  That and the lack of wind!

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As I was walking, I started thinking of my blogger/Facebook friends and how amazing it is to have connected with people all over the world.  People I have yet to meet in person.  People who have touched my life in one way or another.  People who graciously and generously sent me love when I needed it and who encourage me to try new things and challenge myself.  This post has become a sort of thank you to a just a few of them!

It all started as I was taking pictures of trees.  Suddenly I thought of Phyllis, because she loves trees!  We met through an on-line photography class, and I’ve followed the tenuous arrival and amazing growth of her beloved grandchild, Madeline.  What an inspiration they all are in that family!

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I came upon some benches.  They were not the prettiest ones out there but benches make me think of Raye, a wonderful artist and writer, (though she doesn’t write much any more – much to my chagrin) that I met through another blogger, named John.  Raye’s writing grabbed me and next thing I knew, I was stalking her, reading every single one of her posts and leaving my two cents’ worth all over the place.  She played along and we found that we must have been separated at birth in one of our past lives.  We have been known to use another’s site for our bantering (right, John?) and have since become friends – by the way, RRR, we are WAY overdue for a Skype session, hmmm?

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Speaking of John, I wish I had one-third of his photographic talents.  I’m working on it!  This Irish guy has an eye for beauty in the simple things.  Here’s a little something for you.  I was playing with the shadows… At least the blue sky was my friend 😉

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Walking along, I came upon the little “bridge” in the middle of nowhere in Parc de Coutance.  Well, of course I though of Jean, another Irish blogger (methinks I may have met John through her, I could be wrong, but does it really matter?)  She is fascinated with all things bridge and not just the structural kind made of wood or metal or whatever but mostly the social kind between people, cultures, etc. No one, and I mean NO one loves her homeland as Jean does.  It just oozes through her words and pictures of her beloved Tramore County.

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I was starting to enjoy myself immensely because my walk suddenly had a new purpose.  Well, purpose, that’s a big word.  Let’s just say I had made a game of it. Exercise, fresh air, great company and now a game.  What fun!

Photography has been a part of my life ever since I got my first Kodak Instamatic.  Remember those?  With the flash cube you added on top?  Fun.  I took one lesson at Dawson College and truly enjoyed myself.  I’ve been the “Kid Kodak” in my family for a long time (still am) and have the boxes of negatives and photos to prove it.  That said, when Joy  showed up… (The how I met Joy is a four-blog-hop process!  So.. Thanks Jessica for getting the ball rolling!) …and offered on-line photo classes, I jumped in.  I learned a lot through her and – no worries, Joy, I WILL do my classwork on the last one I signed up for.  My timing was shot, my computers were shot, the light was shot and next thing I knew it was over and done with.  But I’ve kept my lessons and will do them.  Promise.  PicMonkey has become my new best friend for editing photos and having fun with my images!

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The clouds were making cool patterns and Janet, chef, teacher, artist, writer (another who needs to write more!) came to mind.  I would link to one of her blogs but, cannot. This link is a guest blog she did and truly gives a sense of who she is.  Her sarcastic humour is what got me at first and that was through her comment on another blog (please, do not ask me which one!)  Next thing I knew, I was once again a stalker.  We have since become friends as well and like to Skype for a good chin-wag when we can.  She is brilliant and I am lucky to count her in my circle.

I then was on a mission for the colour purple.  Figures. No matter where I looked, I could not find anything purple!  Ah come on!  How am I supposed to honour Rochelle? She’s the queen of purple.  Her blog is called Addicted to Purple!  I can’t use just any old image!  This woman has become my writing mentor and friend.  I was half-way home and thinking dang… I am going to have to play with the colours of something or other and make it purple!  And then… I burst out laughing!  Okay, I admit, I may be pushing it a bit but you gotta laugh, no?  Lucky for me, these little girls flocked to Zeke and one just so happened to be dressed in the appropriate colour.  So I used both.  Because.  It’s my blog.

Now I am going to cheat here as there is another I would like to mention.  That would be Sarah.  It is all her fault that I write haikus and am now a member of Friday Fictioneers.  Last Friday, during our walk, I composed a couple of haikus in my head – then dictated them to my cell because, frankly, they would be lost otherwise –  but didn’t post them when I got home because I was invited out and just didn’t take the time.  Sooo. we’ll just pretend the following was from today, okay?

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And lastly, before you all fall asleep in boredom, I cannot write such a post and exclude Zeke now, can I?  He’s way more popular than I am!  How can he not be; such a handsome and faithful companion…