Story Time – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday, Wednesday… what to do on this oh-so dreary (on the south shore of Montreal, anyway) day?  Oh look!  Rochelle has sent  us a picture (her very own) of nice fluffy clouds!  At least the sun’s rays are showing in this one.  At home?  Not so much.  Totally grey and dreary…

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Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  100

Story Time

It was a dark and stormy night….

It’s daytime, Daddy!

The menacing clouds slowly taking over the sky…

Those are cumulus clouds, Daddy!

The cauliflower top of the cumulus clouds announcing some rain showers…

Really?  But the sun is right behind the clouds!  Doesn’t that mean a sunny day is coming, Daddy?

The showers would be brief…

They could last all day, Daddy!

Except more clouds rolled in, assuring the day was lost for little girls who talk too much…

Oh Daddy!

Keeping them from escaping the confines of the room, where…

They could play with their Daddy all day!

#Weekend Coffee Share – Nostalgia and Get-Togethers


I confess I started this post Friday night and will finish Sunday because Saturday morning I have a brunch with three girlfriends and in the evening, dinner with two other girlfriends!  Hah!  I should call it Girlfriend Saturday!  Or All Girls Outings or Girls’ Galas or Dames’ Day!

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that, although still not 100%, now that I’m on day three of antibiotics, I am feeling loads better and should no longer be in danger of spreading this to you.  So, please do come in.  We can even share the couch without you having to worry!  I’ve fresh banana-chocolate chip muffins fresh out of the oven, should you feel peckish.

Seriously.  Thank you, to my former neighbour Dr. Fhum for hooking me up with her clinic so I could see a doctor.  Now, “finally” I had been sufficiently sick long enough for the doctor to see something.  Sheesh.  Without going into gory details, suffice to say my sinuses were very inflamed and my throat was badly irritated.  Weird, considering I have hardly coughed in the last 17 days.  Yes, you read that right 17 days…  And I am not the only one.  Seems to me, every day, another friend is announcing on Facebook that they are so sick… Harsh season, to be sure!

K. ’nuff said about that.

If we were having coffee, I would share that I was feeling particularly nostalgic Friday night.  Boys were both out, I was still not feeling up to going out, wasn’t in the mood to watch TV, tired of Facebooking, so somehow I ended up reading some of my earlier posts.  I realised my blogging had changed.   Last summer I practically disappeared, not being able to organise my time with the new job and totally frazzled.  Since the end of the golf season,  I have been down to writing a Friday Fictioneers on Wednesday, a Coffee Share on Saturday or Sunday, an occasional random post and maybe re-blogging something that has resonated with me, now and again.  Not quite the way I planned it but then, I shall not chastise myself.  I was where I was and am now where I am!The The “Dale Posts,” as Eric, wonderful blogger who happens to read moi, called them shall make a comeback.  A good while ago, he let me know that he missed them.  The types of comments I received when I did such posts were meaningful and touching.  Different bloggers commented on those ones too.   Quite a few of them I miss.  They, like me, may be blogging less or are just too busy to read all the blogs they follow (guilty as charged!)  Weekend Coffee Share is actually more like a Dale post so I feel I have not completely disappeared…

K. ’nuff said about that too!

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I had a lovely brunch with three wonderful women, Danielle (I went to high school with her), Guylaine and Lynda, both friends made through our absent mate, Isabelle (also a high school friend).  We met between 9:30 and 10:00 at CIBO and sat and talked and laughed and ate and talked and commiserated, going through gallons of coffee until 2:00 PM!  Talk about catching up.  I love connecting with female friends.  It is a whole different dynamic than when men are around.  And no, that doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy activities that include the men!!  There is something to hearing about another’s situation that reminds you that you are not alone.

Lynda, Guylaine, Danielle and me

Lynda, Guylaine, Danielle and me

We went our separate ways and I, foolishly, thought I would go to Ikea to pick up more bottles for my limoncello and orangecello.  Hah!  What a joke!!  I couldn’t find a single parking space.  What was I thinking, going to Ikea on a Saturday afternoon!  I kept on driving until I arrived home.  Monday will be a much better day to go there…

Just as I was thinking I’d bring Zeke for a short walk around the block before leaving for my dinner date, the skies opened to torrential (I may exaggerate, but just a bit) rains!  Holy moly.  It became dark as night and the rain was slanting at an impressive angle.  So much for my leaving early to shop around Dix30 before meeting the ladies.  This is one of those new style open shopping centres where all doors lead to outside.  You have to walk miles to get from one store to the other one you just happened to want to have to go to.  That or drive and find a new parking spot.  I loathe these places.  Yet, they have lovely fire pits scattered here or there that are in winter – and which burning bright even in this crazy rain – so if you wanted to, you could take a break during your trek and enjoy the heat.

However, not today, thanks.  I did give myself extra time to drive there as the highway to get there is dark and unlit and frankly, was not relaxing at all.  Driving ’round and ’round, I finally found a spot.   My lovely Siena, Tuscan souvenir umbrella was too fragile for the crazy wind and now has a broken arm? spoke? whatchamacallit? from my short walk from the parking space to the ZIBO restaurant.  Dang.  Hoping the rain had kept people away, I was soon set straight.   We were told the restaurant reserves 15% of its tables for walk-ins so not to worry, a drink at the bar to wait would not be too long.  Of course there was no room at the bar.   France soon arrived and a couple sitting at a longish table in front of the bar gave us their spot.  Just as the place was cleared, our glasses of wine ordered, Jocelyne arrived.  Hmmm… Only two seats but we chose to stand anyway.  Maybe five minutes later three spots opened up at the bar.  Yes!   Barely comfortable, our doohickey started to buzz and light up, telling us our table was ready.  Well now… you call that a 45-minute wait?  It was barely 15… No complaints from us, that is sure.

We had a most lovely time despite the very large party happening behind me.  After my fourth look behind at being bumped into and Jocelyne’s comment about children being allowed to run around the tables, the mother finally understood and made her ragamuffins sit their butts down and stop disturbing the other patrons.  That group left not too soon after and the staff immediately set up for another, even bigger, group.  Some people… this totally stiff, zero sense of humour guy was putting bouquets of balloons on the table and as he passed by Jocelyne, she put out her hand, saying “Oh, thank you”.  He looked at her with such a look, turned away and continued decorating.  We looked at each other and burst out laughing.  Really?  Dude! Did you truly think she was serious?  Man… some people really need to get a life!


France, me, Jocelyne

A delicious meal, good glass of wine and great company.  How better to spend a Saturday night?  We looked out the window and our shoulders fell.  It looked like slush was falling from the sky.  Not rain, not snow.  Slush! Ugh.  We went out separate ways and I meandered into Indigo book store.  How cool that this place closes at 10:00 pm!  I managed to resist buying any books.  No, seriously, you’ve no idea.  It’s soooo hard!

While perusing the shelves, I did come upon this display.  The top book, Swimming Lessons, by Claire Fuller, is the one I am half-way through right now.  For those who don’t participate in Friday Fictioneers, she is one of the writers.  I love that I exchange with published authors.  So many of them in the group.  Maybe one will rub off on me?  It is funny how much of a sense of pride I feel when someone I “know” is successful!  I am adoring this book.  It is the second one I read of hers.  The first being “Our Endless Numbered Days”, which was fantastic.  I highly recommend both books.


Oh dear!  Look at the time!  I’ve kept you way too long as it is!

Before I go, thank you Emily, for hosting this lovely gathering of people, sharing their stuff!

CIBO and ZIBO…. hah…


Pay Attention

Very wise words that I felt should be shared with all my creative friends and family. For those moments when you despair and lose sight of what it is that you do. And for those who have lived through difficult times that blind you to what and who you are.

Time to sit up and pay attention

In Flow

munchow_0949-072.jpgI think all creatives yearn for some kind of success, some kind of recognition for the work we do. Success is maybe not why we photograph, write, paint or travel—or whatever creative activity we do—or ought not to be. The work itself, being creative, is a reward good enough if we only let ourselves not get obsessed with the thought of success. The craving for success can actually get in the way of our creative endeavour.

Nevertheless, we do feel good when we experience some kind of success, whether it’s monetary gain or just some heartfelt feedback from a good friend. I am sure you know what I am talking about.

Success is all in our minds, though. You cannot control how the world will receive and perceive your artistic work, but you can be in command of how you feel about it yourself. If you let yourself feel good…

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Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night – Friday Fictioneers

Yessiree, Bob, it’s Wednesday!  That means it’s Friday Fictioneers time!  This week’s photo is donated by the talented writer, Sarah Potter.   Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields sure knows how to pick ’em!

Should you wish to participate – go ahead, it’s loads of fun and quite addictive! – click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to.  If you simply with to see what a variety of stories this image has created, then click on zee frog!


Word count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night

Her mood was black.  As black as the night.  She was angry at him but mostly at herself for allowing him to treat her like trash.  He called her nasty names and she was taken aback.  Were the words he threw at her true?  Was she really like that?  All she had done was answer his question truthfully, with kindness.  “Truth hurts,” she thought.

While nursing her wounded soul, she hadn’t noticed the snow falling, sparkling up the night, covering up the dark.

I know who I am.  I am none of those things.  Those words are his, not mine.

#Weekend Coffee Share – Mid-February Edition


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?


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!

View from my bedroom window

View from my bedroom window

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!


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!




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!


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!


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!


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!


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?


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!