Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #172 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, (below) write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #172

Who’s on Board? by John W. Howell © 2018

“Hold on Reggie.”

“What Sean?”

“I don’t remember a train track in this part of town.”

“How often do you come this way?”

“Not very. Usually to visit the Pig and Whistle.”

“The pub you mean?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Well, no wonder you don’t remember a track here. You’re usually pissed when you leave a pub.”

“Aw Reggie. You know me so well. So what is with this train anyway?”

“Beats me. It does look a little different. Hey you.”

“Who?”

“You the engineer.”

“What can I do for you mate?”

“Where’s this train bound?”

“To Glory my man.”

“Glory? I never heard of a town named Glory.”

“It’s not a town. It’s a state of mind.”

“Okay, Sean. I get it. This is one of those preach, teach, and reach outfits. They get you on a vehicle, and pretty soon you’re dunked in a tank or river and yelling that you’ve been saved.”

“Not like that at all governor. This is the real deal. You can get on board and ride this train to Glory.”

“Not on your life. Mr. preacher man.”

“I think you may want to think about life for a moment. What are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean now?”

“Now that you have passed.”

“Passed? What are you talking about?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Driving Sean here and myself to this town.”

“Did you ever enter the town?”

“Well, let me think.”

“Reggie, we were passing that truck, remember?”

“Yes, I do. The bounder wouldn’t let us back in. . .Oh my gosh. We hit a tree.”

“And so here you are at the first stop of the Glory Train. Hop on board.”

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do According to Murphy’s Law

 

The inspiration for this list was thinking of all the things we do on a daily basis that someone else has done before. This naturally brought up the idea of mistakes and how often they are repeated down through history. Then the thought turned to specific laws governing natural phenomena. An example would be Newton’s law of gravity. “What goes up, Must come down,” was inspired by an apple falling on Newton’s head. (or so the story goes.) Finally turning to other laws prompted the inspection of certain laws and most specifically Murphy’s. The law, “What can go wrong will.” After all, some of the laws of science way too boring for this kind of blog. I hope you enjoy.

10 According to Murphy’s Law do not drop a much-needed and irreplaceable hex screw being installed in your current project. If you do, at best it will roll under the bench. At worst it will drop into a drain opening never to be seen again. (Might as well buy another widget for $300.00, Etienne. You’ll never be able to buy a replacement screw that would be ten cents if available.)

9 According to Murphy’s Law, do not buy that horse. If you do, at best you love it forever. At worst, you’ll want to sell it, and there are no buyers. (The sad part, Emeril, is it will outlive you.)

8 According to Murphy’s Law, do not pick a fight with Tiny the WWF champ. If you do, at best Tiny has achieved a new state of Nirvana and will bless you. At worst, you have to come to grips with the fact you are no Bruce Lee. (Looks like those running shoes will get another great workout today, Ellison. You go boy.)

7 According to Murphy’s Law, do not handle that expensive crystal vase. If you do, at best you catch it before it hits the floor. At worst, before you can even think of an excuse, you hear, “What was that breaking sound?” (You should have memorized Murphy’s constant, Eduard. “Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value.”)

6 According to Murphy’s Law, do not park your car on the street. If you do, at best you ‘ll only have bird dropping problems. At worst, that Russian Satellite reentering the Earth’s atmosphere conveniently has your car coordinates as a landing site. (You could never imagine this happening, Earvin. That piece of space junk was supposed to burn up. Murphy’s law of falling object had this covered with “A falling object will always land where it can do the most damage.”)

5 According to Murphy’s Law, do not try to paint a room without an adequate cover on the carpet. If you do, at best you’ll catch every drip. At worst, you’ll only discover the dried paint drips after being pointed out by the person who told you to use an adequate cover.  (Good luck, Emil at the carpet store and that overnight arrangement in the spare room.)

4 According to Murphy’s Law, do not be careless with that expensive power tool while on a twelve-foot ladder. If you do, at best when it falls the cord will hook on something and prevent ground contact. At worst, you’ll be working over concrete, and the cord does not hook to prevent ground contact. (So father’s day will be here before you know it, Edmond. Of course, maybe the family is tired of replacing expensive power tools.)

3 According to Murphy’s Law, do not think because you are late you can make up time on the freeway. If you do, at best there will be light traffic. At worst, that eighteen wheeler turned over, blocking all lanes is just ahead —after you enter the freeway. (Well now, Eachan. You might as well turn off the car and relax. The traffic central says the police need to investigate before moving anything. That job interview can be rescheduled. Aw, too bad your phone is dead and you forgot your charging cord.)

2 According to Murphy’s Law, do not try to explain the now quiet noise in your car’s engine to the mechanic. If you do, at best you will cause more confusion. At worst, your mechanic will replace the most expensive element of your engine using your noise as justification. (You are not surprised that the noise returns after you get a block from the mechanic’s garage are you, Eagan?)

1 According to Murphy’s Law, do not try to tear that paper towel with one hand. If you do, at best you’ll end up with shreds. At worst, that spill that you are trying to contain will have seeped onto the floor to form a permanent stain in the wood. (I guess you should have known, Eamonn that according to Murphy’s law paper is strongest at the perforation.)

Views of the Neighborhood – A Sign of Peace

This week Port Aransas citizens got together to produce a large statement that is hoped to be viewed by the leadership of world countries as a desire for peace.

Peace

The important part of any peace statement is to accessorize appropriately. Tie-dye, check. Peace symbol on cheek, check. Peace sign on hand, check. Lei, check Adult beverage, check. There is one item missing.

Peace

Ah yes. A peaceful shade of pedi polish and a toe ring, check.

Peace

Looks like most everyone got the memo on dress code.

Peace sign

Quite an array of beach vehicles as well.

Peace

Here is one view of the peace sign. Check out the bike on the left side of the photo (You can’t tell it is a bike.)

Peace

A little higher view

Time to disperse. Notice the bike. Yup go back and look again.

One last shot of the folks leaving.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Why/Y”

Stream of Consciousness

 

Why lookie there. The Sears Calendar on the barn wall tells me it is Stream of Consciousness Saturday again. Of course, the year is not 1901, but it is still Saturday. This week’s prompt is “Why/Y.” Yeah I know looks goofy but let me explain. Linda hill says we should use a word that begins with Y as a theme for our post today. Also, the extra point potential lies in beginning and ending the post with the word, “why.” So far so good I would say. If you would like to challenge your brain to a chicken run, drop by Linda’s post and find out how. Here is the link https://lindaghill.com/2018/04/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-28-18/

Why/Y by John W. Howell © 2018

“Why did you by a used Yago?”

“Why not?”

“I love it when you answer a question with a question.”

“It is the only way to avoid an answer.”

“So tell me. What prompted you to buy that thing?”

“Have you ever heard the concept of collector’s item.”

“Of course I have. I usually think of a collector’s item as a piece of art or antique.”

“Yeah, well that’s where most people make a mistake. Ever hear of an AC Cobra?”

“Yes, it was a roadster built by Carroll Shelby in the sixties.”

“Very good. You know how much one in pristine condition sells for today?”

“Oh, I would guess around three hundred thousand.”

“Try a million five.”

“You have got to be kidding.”

“Nope. So now you have the answer to your Yago question.”

“Did you say pristine?”

“On the Cobra? Yeah.”

“What about that missing tire and hood on your Yago?”

“Cosmetic. All fixable.”

“Engine?”

“Can be repaired.”

“Windshield.”

“New one is three hundred bucks.”

“I only have two questions.”

“What are those.”

“Yugo? why?”

***

Note to Linda Hill Cha-ching.

 

 

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

 

TGIF

Another week into the history books. I guess we all had our share of triumphs and defeats. I’m not sure we can expect an easy ride but let’s say the bumps in the road make you aware you are going somewhere. I’m sure you have been on an auto trip where you had a long stretch of highway. Isn’t it amazing that you can travel on that road and totally not remember what you have passed? Hit a pothole, and you are instantly transported to the present.

I’m reminded of a flight I was taking from a small town in Indiana to Chicago O’Hare airport. This was a regional carrier and small turboprop aircraft. Where I was seated on the right side of the plane, I could see the pilots and instrument panel. We had just started to enter a holding pattern above the fuel tanks of Gary Indiana when the right engine disintegrated. Yes, chunks came into the cabin, but no one was hit. I was able to hear the pilot’s comment to the co-pilot just as all the lights on the right side of the panel went red and the and the emergency alarm began announcing “Fire.”

So what did the captain say as he was jolted into the here and now? I thought that his words would allow the NTSB to forever close the case with the explanation he shouted out to his co-pilot.

“What the hell was that?” was all he offered.

Long story short we landed safely, we all applauded the pilot and since I was the last to leave I heard him say to the co-pilot, “Some days we do earn our pay.”

Today’s JohnKu talks about those bumps in the road. I hope you have a wonderful Weekend.

Bumps by John W. Howell © 2018

Those who expect it smooth,

Are the most disorganized. . .

After the first bump.

 

An Exciting (Scary) New Venture

Don is an excellent writer and is now heading into support services for authors. Spread the word if you can.

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I launched my author blog about three years ago and have watched it grow beyond anything I’d hoped. I’ve met many great people as I’ve made some friendships and have helped some authors along the way.

As luck would have it, I lost my day job about two months ago and I’m still in search of regular employment to keep the lights on and put food on the table.

The silver lining that emerged from this is that I’m embarking on a new venture. During the past year, I have edited books for a few select authors as kind of a pilot and test launch of a set of services that I hoped to turn into a business. My extra ‘free time’ and my need to generate some income, I’m launching a book editing/formatting service formally as a separate WordPress site.

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Thursday – Anything Possible – Lucy and Bailey Give Dog Lessons

Bailey

“Hey, Pops. What’s going on?”

“I’m wondering how you and Lucy are getting on with Twiggy.”

Bailey

“I would say quite well. She is a lot of fun till she starts with the nipping.”

“Yeah. All puppies do that. Just tell her, no.”

“I think a deep growl conveys the message.”

“Speaking of that. Are you teaching her about being a dog?”

“Hold on Pops. Let me get with Lucy.”

Lucy and Bailey

“Lucy. Huddle up time.”

“What is it? Lose your bone to Twiggy?”

“No Pops is asking if we are teaching her to be a dog.”

“Okay let’s review the morning, and you can answer the question.”

Lucy and Twiggy

First of all was the treat lesson

“Hey kid what are you doing?”

“Trying to find a crumb by this chair.”

“Forget that.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“But these crumbs are tasty.”

“How about if I show you how to get a big ole treat?”

“What do I do?”

Lucy, Bailey and Twiggy

“You find mama, and then you plunk your butt on the floor.”

“I found mama.”

“Hit the floor.”

“I get it. This is what is called,”sit.”

“Yup. That’s it. Enjoy.”

Lucy

“Now I need to show you how to— Hey, where you going?”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Bailey is calling me.”

“What do you want, Bailey?”

“There is a dog skill that I need to explain a little.”

“Oh, I’m all ears. What is it.”

“Don’t worry you’ll grow into those ears. What I need to explain is watch dogging.”

“Watch dogging?”

Yes, follow me.”

“You need to keep an eye out for anyone who may pose a threat to our humans.”

“I can’t get up there yet.”

“Not to worry just listen. You will have the opportunity to sound an alarm  when monsters approach the house.”

“Monsters? What kind of Monsters.”

“Oh, they have real names. UPS and FedEx are just two. There is also any number of intruders climbing our stairs.”

“What do we do?”

Lucy and Bailey

“We are in Luck. There is a FedEx across the street.”

“Should I hide.”

“No watch Lucy. Across the street is only a mid emergency. See how attentive she is. If this were an actual incursion, she would be whining.”

“What would you be doing?”

“Barking my butt off till Pops or Mama tell me it is okay.”

“I’m not sure I can bark.”

“It will come, sis. It will come. Lucy, I’ll go and report to Pops we have covered treat acquisition and watch dogging.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Hump Day

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we saw that Frank Plano had an idea to set up some kind of Agatha Christi drawing-room finale to trap the killer of the Severides. Jason McDonnell was all for it and encouraged him to proceed. The reading audience (that’s you) overwhelmingly commented on how much fun that would be. I, of course, have reservations since this is a dialog only story and there will be a number of suspects gathered. I wonder if I can keep the parties’ discussions separated without using the “said,”convention. (For those who don’t know, I challenge myself to produce cogent conversation and storyline without dialog tags.)  “The hell with it,” my brain screamed. “Let’s do it.” Off we go. It appears Frank sent out letters to each of the suspects along with a subpoena requesting that they show up for a deposition in the Severide murder. The location is Jason’s office and we see everyone gathered in the conference room. Everyone that is except Lucas who is present from the hospital by video conference. Time for us to join the party as we were sent a subpoena too.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I want to thank you for being here on such short notice. Yes, Sheriff, you have a question?”

“I do, Frank. I thought this was going to be a deposition. Why are we all here? Depositions are supposed to be one on one.”

“Good question, Seth. The judge who authorized this gathering decided that there would be some information shared that all of us would want to hear. You are right. This is not your normal deposition. You see, one of you is responsible for the death of the Severides.”

“That is the silliest thing I’ve ever heard. I know all these people except for that guy over there.”

“Right you are, Mrs. Murphy. By the way, that guy over there is Henry Wiscosill. He is a Pharmacist from Kenosha.”

“Hi, everybody.”

“Yes, well, as I was saying. One of you has blood on their hands and we are going to expose you today.”

“Excuse me, Frank.”

“Yes, Alice. What is it?”

“Didn’t Harriet hire Jason McDonnell here to find out who killed the Severides?”

“Yes, he did. What is your point?”

“Why is Harriet here? Surely if she hired a lawyer to find a killer then she is innocent.”

“Would be a good point, Alice, except for one thing.”

“One thing?”

“She hired Jason to prove Lucas innocent. She said nothing about finding the true killer.”

“Mr. Plano. I think you are splitting hairs.”

“Why’s that Trish?”

“If Jason proved Lucas innocent he would have to identify the killer.”

“Notice I said, “true killer,” Trish.”

“What does that mean?”

“It would be very easy to craft a scenario that points to a suspect but not the killer.”

“Is that what happened?”

“Tell me. Aren’t you going to get five million dollars from the estate of your parents?”

“Yes, so what?”

“Could be motive.”

“I didn’t even know about that insurance policy.”

“So you say, Trish. So you say.”

“You leave my sister alone. She had nothing to do with our parent’s murder.”

“Says the lad who was asleep while his parents were lying dead in the next room.”

“You accusing me?”

“No Lucas. Just stating the facts. I think the whole world thinks you did it. The whole world except for Jason and me.”

“As sheriff of this county I demand we stop  this foolishness and if as you say, you know who killed the Severides just spit it out.”

“Nicely said Sheriff but it’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

“The person responsible for this deed believes they are not answerable to normal rules and morals. This person believes they are above the law. In fact, they have such a solid alibi, a conviction will be all but impossible. No, we need them to come forward and tell us why they hired contract killers to eliminate the Severides. We need them to explain why they took the law into their own hands. We need this soldier of the Lord to come forward and claim the proper credit for eliminating this smear of offal from the Earth.”

To be continued

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 171 By Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #171

Archie by John W. Howell © 2018

“Hey, Archie what are you doing?”

“Oh, man I have this itch that I can’t reach.”

“Itch. You gotta be kidding me.”

“No, I swear. It is driving me crazy.”

“How could that be?”

“I have no idea. There is a spot right in the middle of my back that’s killing me.”

“You better not let the curator see you moving around. You’ll get cashiered. or worse.”

“Any suggestions on getting that spot then?”

“Are you certain you can’t just wait until nighttime.”

“I think I know what the problem is.”

“Do tell.”

“The sun. It is so hot I can feel something dripping down my back.”

“Oh, now that is serious.”

“Who can we call?”

“You can’t let on that you are alive.”

“Why not? I certainly am.”

“You are made of wax. You know that. To be alive and made of wax is the stuff of horror movies.”

“So what do I do?”

“Can you back up slightly into the shade more.”

“I’m going to melt is what you are saying.”

“I don’t think it is that bad. Just hold on till nightfall.”

“It is just so hot.”

“Come on Archie, stay with me. Hush, here comes the curator.”

“Who left this archer out in the sun? Don’t you people know he could melt. Move him in the shade.”

“How’s that feel Archie?”

“I thought I was a goner. Feels better. The itch is gone. I hope tomorrow is a better day.”

“Let’s hope those guys don’t move you into the sun again.”

“Now I’m worried.”

 

 

Top Ten Things Never to Throw Away When Organizing

Top Ten Things Not to Do

 

The inspiration for this list is wondering how come we hang onto things in case they may come in useful someday. This list tries to understand the motivation for holding onto items that may be past their point of usefulness.

10 When organizing, do not throw away that eight-track cassette player.  If you do, at best you’ll hate yourself in the morning. At worst, you’ll see that very same model for sale on E-Bay, and the last bid is $10,000. (Well that will teach you to be impetuous after twenty-five years of storage, huh Eric?)

9 When organizing, do not throw away that autographed photo of Tiny the WWF champ. If you do, at best it will be well hidden in a black plastic bag. At worst, Tiny just started as your garbologist after being released from self-esteem therapy and discovers the photo at the bottom of your trash can. (I’ll bet you can guess why he is pounding on your front door can’t you, Emmanuel? Here is a hint. Grab those running shoes and head out the back door. Your house and belongings can be replaced.)

8 When organizing, do not throw away that hand knit Christmas turtleneck sweater Aunt Helen gave you when you were thirteen. If you do, at best no one will know. At worst, you realize your mistake at the reading of Aunt Helen’s will where she leaves you her entire fortune if you wear the sweater once a week for a year. (Looks like she suspected you didn’t like it, Edward. Too bad you tossed it last week.)

7 When organizing, do not throw away those naked pictures of you at the beach. If you do, at best you shredded them first. At worst, you suddenly discover them on Tumblr on a site called, “Naked and Crazy.” (Better think of a good story, Elias since HR wants to talk to you about a “morals clause” violation in your employment contract.)

6 When organizing, do not throw away old tax records. If you do, at best your town’s dump is very secure. At worst, you realize when you are shopping at the food store, and your card is denied that you no longer are the only person with your social security number. (Looks like those stocks, bonds, and bank accounts are gone too, Eugene. Looks like you need to call the police.)

5 When organizing, do not throw away all your children’s school drawings and report cards. If you do, at best they won’t care. At worst, your children will want those items to relive their experiences with their kids. (Now what are you going to do, Erik? I suppose you could try to recreate the drawings from memory. Naw better yet ask the neighbor if you can borrow theirs.)

4 When organizing, do not throw away that old portable TV. If you do, at best you’ll never miss it. At worst, you’ll need it to see the last half of the Final Four Championship game since your internet and cell service went down. (Now aren’t you sorry you relied on twenty-first-century technology, Enzo? Just think you could have seen the game finish on that twentieth-century set with the rabbit ears. Now you have to wait to read the news.)

3 When organizing, do not throw away that almost new tire that you had to take off your 1978 Chevrolet to replace the front two. If you do, at best your current car has bigger wheels. At worst, you will have a blow out on your new vehicle which has no spare. (See, you could have at least used that tire as a temporary solution, Earl. Well maybe not.)

2 When organizing, do not throw away that power tool that quit working twelve years ago. If you do, at best your new device keeps working. At worst, your new gadget needs a small clip that broke which is unavailable at the parts store and was intact on the one you threw away. (Come on Emiliano this would never happen in a million years.)

1 When organizing, do not throw away those worn out shoes. If you do, at best you’ll enjoy the closet space. At worst, once they are gone, you realize you have nothing to wear to mow the lawn and work in the garden once that pair of old shoes wears out. (Well now, Elvin you have a triage problem on your remaining shoes. I know there are some favorites in there, but you gotta make a choice.)