Die Hütte – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my peeps.  I almost didn’t play this week.  But this photo called me.  And then I worried I’d do something similar to what I’ve already done so… I’ve decided to do a little FanFic.  One of former Friday Fictioneers, Claire Fuller, was my inspiration – considering I’m reading her latest and fourth novel, it might be the why 🙂  Should you have something wonderful to write about this lovely image from Alicia Jamtaas, do so, please. And leave your link by clicking on the frog below.  As always, a thank you goes to Rochelle for herding this rowdy bunch of cats every week!

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Die Hütte

Oh look!  It could be Die Hütte from Claire Fuller’s “Our Endless Numbered Days”!

Don’t be ridiculous. It was small, but not that small!  Could you imagine two people living in there?

Oh right.  I guess not.  Still, I don’t think it was very big. They were pretty cramped in there.  And where’s your imagination, anyway?

Apologies.  While we are at it, let’s pretend we are in Germany, too.  Shall we go see what it looks like inside?

Maybe we’ll find a body!

I should hope to hell not! What is wrong with you anyway? Your life not interesting enough?


#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…


Organised – Friday Fictioneers

Yay!  It’s raining so I got cut from working today.  This means I have time to write and read!  Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, folks, a place where we we get a picture and have to write a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end, based on said picture.  Some days are harder than others, and some days you wonder where in the heck your idea came from.  The important thing is to go with it and see what happens!  This week’s photo comes from wonderful author, Claire Fuller

Rochelle is our hostess, who somehow, between writing, editing, fretting and living life, manages to take care of all of us.  Thank you Rochelle!  Should you want to join in the fun, please click on this link for the how-to!  Should you not yet be ready to write your own, click on the blue frog below and read other stories.  You never know, it might inspire you!

Word Count:  100

Genre:  Fiction



Me:  Babe, where’s the blue box with that doohickey I need?

Him:  Second unit, third shelf, behind the white box marked ‘Halloween’.

Me:  Honey, do you know if we have any more thingamajigs to tie the whatsits together?

Him:  Unit beside the freezer, second shelf, between the red and green boxes.  Can’t miss it – orange, your favourite colour.

Me:  Sweetie?  Where, oh where, did you hide the whatchamacallits?

Him: …

Me:  Babe?

Him:  …

Me:  If you could see the state of your garage today, you’d be rolling in your grave bottle.  Needless to say, I cannot find a thing since you left.


By the way… the reason I say bottle and not grave, is, well, that is where he resides for the moment! 😉

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The Year in Books – January, 2016

Fresh new year to try and achieve my Good Reads goal of reading 20 books.  I failed last year and did not read 24 so yes, I did lower my standards a tad!  Once upon a time there was no Internet and no car, thus long bus rides.  A lot.  A LOT.  A LOT more books were read.  Then came children, house stuff, faffing on the Internet.  Next thing you know, reading one book a month is a challenge.  This needs to stop.  I have always loved reading.  Way back in elementary school, my friends Lynne and Kathy and I spent more time in the library than anywhere else.  I’d love to know just how many books we read in that itty-bitty Boucherville Elementary School library.  Lynne and I read every single Chica D’Oro book the school had (call them Nancy Drew on horseback, if you will) I had to look up some titles as they were long gone from my memory:  Linda Craig and the Palomino Mystery was the first.  The palomino in question was called Chica D’Oro.  And of course, we read all the Black Stallion books.  Okay, Lynne may have been the instigator of all books horse as she was MAD about horses.

Kathy and I quickly moved into Harlequin Romance stories (don’t even!).  That girl was the fastest reader I have ever known! I could never keep up with her rhythm. We would sit in her backyard and read away the day.

Eventually I moved into historical romance – to this day my favourites are still Kathleen E. Woodiwiss (The Wolf and the Dove, The Flame and the Flower, Shanna! These ladies were something else.  I swear, if I had had a daughter, her name was definitely going to be Shanna.), Bertrice Small (the Skye O’Malley series… yum), Rosemary Rogers (Sweet, Savage Love…oh my…) Yes, there were many of that sort, I canna lie!  I gobbled them up.  We shared books.  Books went the rounds: from my mother, to me, to my sisters, to my friends.

After a while, I grew tired of these types of books – though I am not adverse to reading one here or there – as they started feeling redundant.

I discovered James A. Michener and his sweeping tales, giving me a history lesson woven into a wonderful story:  Texas, Chesapeake, Tales of the South Pacific, to name but a few.  Too difficult to name a favourite.

Boyfriends and other friends introduced me to such books as Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, A Trilogy in Four Parts, books I would NEVER have thought of reading!

Since then, I have touched on many genres and loved, cried, laughed, sighed, hated so many along the way.  I am now open to reading almost anything, quite frankly.  Having gone to a French high school, I felt I missed out on the classics, so I decided to start reading some of them.  For Whom the Bell Tolls, by Ernest Hemmingway (totally hated it, by the way – I know, I know, heresy!) is one of them! The Brönte sisters, Jane Austin, etc.  I could go on and on.  Actually, I have gone on and on.  Apologies!

Now I have become part of this fabulous world in the Blogosphere.  I am constantly amased by the circles created.  You discover one blog, comment on it, read the other comments, check out the commenters blogs.  New circle formed.  Somehow, I cannot even tell you how, I have ended up in a circle of published authors.  Or rather, a few circles with published authors amongst them.  The first book I read by bloggers I followed – The Great Jollyhoombah (so sad they no longer blog) was The End of Wishing Our Days Away, by Tammy and CJ Renzi, a lovely, hilarious couple who shared in the blogging duties and co-wrote the book.  Was a most enjoyable read.

The second time I read a blogger’s book was Timesmudger, by Gillian Smellie.  I love young adult lit as much as anything else and I truly enjoyed this one.  A click on the link will bring you to my review of said book.

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This was the start of something!  Now that I’ve rambled on and on, allow me to introduce my reads for the month of January.  Yes, I am feeling very optimistic and will read not one but two books this month!  Both are women I met through my weekly Friday Fictioneers “Club”.  The first is Claire Fuller’s Our Endless Numbered Days.  I’ve barely begun it and am already drawn in.  I think I’ll be gobbling this one up!

My second choice is the long-awaited (by me) sequel to Please Say Kaddish For Me by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields that I read back in JuneFrom Silt and Ashes is the continuing story of Havah, her husband, Arel and some family members as they flee the pogroms in Russia to the supposed liberty in United States.  I cannot wait to sink my teeth into this one!

Laura, over at Circle of Pine Trees is the hostess of this group of readers.  Unfortunately she no longer has the link up for our posts, but she can still be found here.


Friday Fictioneers – Lunchtime

Genre:  Horror

Word count:  100


©Claire Fuller

Every day, one student in Grade 6 was chosen to help the school concierge prepare the lunch tables.  It was a great system, perfect for such a small school.   A wall of tables in the gym were rolled up Murphy-Bed-style, saving loads of space.

Each child looked forward to being chosen because he/she got to cut class early!  First day of school Bobby’s turn. He was itching for Mr. Campbell to come and fetch him.

Bobby pulled and tugged down the first one and let out a blood-curdling scream. There, squished against the wall was Suzie, missing since last June.


100-Word Stories:  Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt:  © Claire Fuller

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