I don’t usually post anything particular on this day. There are no vets in my family on either side. It almost feels weird that is it so. Not a one? That does not mean, however, that I do not purchase my poppy every year, that I do not respect what all our vets have done; that I do not feel pain that so many find themselves pushed aside, suffering from PTSD and other malaises.
I do, however, have friends currently in the military or who have retired from service so for them as well, I share this beautiful song by Trevor Guthrie. Proceeds to this song go towards raising funds for Wounded Warriors of Canada
I admit to being a very bad employee. This is the third day in a row that I find myself writing a post on none other than my phone!
I have set up my bar, I have polished every surface as well as my glasses; I have even polished cutlery to busy myself. I have chatted with a member who sat at my bar to eat his lunch.
So, now, bored to tears, I found myself looking at Crispina’s lovely photo and suddenly hearing my father’s voice saying “Red right returning” and a haiku was born. So NOT the way I was gonna go but hey…why not?
Good Wednesday, my peeps. Let me begin by apologising for not getting to all the fictioneers’ stories last week. I shall still try to catch up, if I can.
Our leader Rochelle has chosen J.Hardy Carroll’s interesting pic this week. Care to see what you can come up with? Click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth!
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Contemplation
Whatcha doin’ lyin’ on the floor like that?
Contemplating.
Contemplating your potential death should that contraption fall on ya?
Hah! No, but yes.
What? Yes or no?
No, not worried about the contraption but thinking of death in general.
My go-to buddy, Julie and I went to see this show last night. It was so fascinating, combining Stephen Jenkinson’s story-telling with Gregory Hoskins Band. Could not help but make one think and want to discuss it afterwards!
And honestly, we did NOT know we were gonna be the dynamic purple duo!
I worked a wedding on Saturday at the golf club – and have been tired ever since!
It’s not easy to work from 3pm till 1am (I was lucky enough to leave at that time) and then be back at work for 11 the next morning (later?). I dunno about you, but when I work so late, I can’t just hit the hay and sleep. A couple of beers and a chat with my buddy, B, who was still up, and I finally closed my eyes at 3-something.
Been trying to catch up ever since. My inner clock is a tad wacked.
Anyhoo, I digress (surprise, surprise). The wedding was between a beautiful Egyptian and her handsome Irishman. The bridesmaids wore gorgeous emerald green dresses of varying styles – because this bride knows that not all women can wear the same style! The groomsmen were all tall and dashing in their matching tuxes (coz guys don’t have the same issues 😉).
150 multi-cultural guests including the rather imposing orthodox priest, mingled about, glasses of bubbles to toast the new couple.
A lovely trio of singer, stand-up bass and piano kept things smooth and jazzy during the meal which looked amazing: mozzaella and heirloom tomato salad, followed by a cream of squash soup, then choice of braised beef, filet mignon or halibut. Dessert was a chocolate and peanut butter bomb.
There was a wedding cake but it got forgotten – taken out solely for “the picture”.
The DJ went to work playing those songs that get played at all weddings, including a few Egyptian pieces that hd me dancing while pouring drinks and shooters.
And then the first dance started. And I stopped, stunned.
Suddenly I realised the date and that exactly 17 years ago, Mick and I were dancing to the same tune.
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi!
A lovely Thursday to you all! The sun is shining (finally) but it’s not overly warm. I’ll take it over rain any day! Crispina’s challenge draws me in so… a little poem between our images! Why not?
We focus on the ones who have done the damage and the ones who have lost their lives during the horrors but what of those who survived? They try to go on living life as they are “supposed to” but for some, that is impossible.
There’s a scene in the Frank Capra movie Lost Horizon that always shakes me, no matter how many times I watch it. It’s near the end of the film, when Hugh Conway meets the leader of Shangri-La- the High Lama. In this meeting, Conway is introduced to all the truths of the magical place. All the answers to all the many questions are finally within his grasp, and that’s when he begins to understand the design his life is supposed to follow.
A little more than a year ago, Sydney Aiello was busy sewing together the designs on what her life was going to look like. A high school cheerleader who always brought a smile with her to Monday mornings, she loved Yoga and music and fancy gowns and hanging out with her best friend in the world, Meadow Pollack.
Sydney was figuring it all out. Test scores and heartbreak…
