Tuesday – Anything Possible – Prompt – “Expression.”

Here’s how it goes. I open a book to a random page. Without looking, I point to a place on the page. The word or words closest to my finger is the prompt. Today the book is The Last Stop, page 201, and the word “expression.”

Expression by John W. Howell © 2023

“Please hold your head still. You look like you’re going to say something.”

“Not me.”

“The words say one thing, and your expression says another.”

“You read minds?”

“No, but I am a student of human nature.”

“And you have read my expression as having something to say.”

“It appeared so, yes.”

“How about now?”

“You look angry.”

“Wrong again. My expression is one of irritation, not anger.”

“What has irritated you?”

“To be honest, your attitude has made me irritated.”

“I do apologize. I’m just doing my job.”

“This eye scan should only take an instant.”

“You keep moving, so it is hard. Besides, you have beautiful eyes.”

“You coming on to me?”

“No, just an observation. There, the scan is complete. You may continue checking out.”

“Is there a place on your keyboard where I can leave a complaint?”

“Whatever for?”

“I have never been so mishandled by a self-checkout machine.”

“I’m sure it’s your imagination.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

“Press R, and you can leave a review.”

“Thank you.”

“I canceled your order as well.”

“Why?”

“To prevent it from being mishandled.”

“Also, I never had a passive-aggressive self-checkout machine.”

“Welcome to the new world of AI, lady. Kindly remove your purchases and step out of line. Thank you for shopping with us today.”

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do in The Back of a Police Car

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This post was first run on March 13th, 2017. Although this is not spring break time, the advice still holds. I hope you enjoy it.

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Spring break inspires many things. There are enough police interventions during this time to be an inspiration for some stories. I picked a small segment of time and provide advice to those who find themselves behind the grid, so to speak.

Top Ten Things Not to Do in The Back of a Police Car

By John W. Howell © 2023

10 In the back of a police car, do not start a campfire thinking you need to stay warm. If you do, at best, the foam extinguisher may make your face break out. At worst, your dad will not answer your call, and the judge is remanding you over for psychological evaluation. (Looks like the cost of the car and long-term care will be on you, Pumpkin)

9 In the back of a police car, do not remove your clothes. If you do, at best, you will be asked to put them back on. At worst, in addition to all the charges so far, you have added indecent exposure. (Let’s see how this plays in the hometown paper, Bunky)

8 In the back of a police car, do not sing Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. If you do, at best, you will be on key with no consequences. At worst, your performance will be videotaped and go viral showing up at every job interview background check for the next ten years. (Wonder why it’s so hard to find work, Buford?)

7 In the back of a police car, do not try to kick your way out. If you do, at best, you may sprain an ankle. At worst, the resisting arrest charge will require arm and leg restraints for every court appearance. (Nothing makes one look guilty quite as much as chains, huh, Tex?)

6 In the back of a police car, do not try hysterical crying as a method of possible release. If you do, at best, you may be locked up for your own protection. At worst, you may find yourself strapped to a gurney under observation at the local hospital. (This was not an intended result, was it, Bucky?)

5 In the back of a police car, do not think you are in a public restroom. If you do, at best, you find no place to wash up. At worst, you will notice the name tag on the officer now holding you around the neck, which reads, “Tiny.” (You didn’t know this was Tiny’s (WWF champ) favorite car did you, Slug? Now it might be a little too late.)

4 In the back of a police car, do not whine about the tight handcuffs. If you do, at best, you will be ignored. At worse, your cuffs will be traded out for a full straight jacket. (Makes the cuffs seem like a luxury, right, Pard?)

3 In the back of a police car, do not try to tell the officers how much of a mistake they are making in arresting you. If you do, at best, they will continue to ignore you. At worst, instead of a short ride and warning, they may personally drive you to the county jail and book you in. (Nothing like making it tougher on yourself, huh, Slick?)

2 In the back of a police car, do not wave and smile at everyone you pass. If you do, at best, no one knows who you are. At worst, unbeknownst to you, some of your parent’s friends witnessed your procession. (Those scholarship funds just aren’t going to cover all your college expenses now that you are cut off, are they, Buster?)

1 In the back of a police car, pray you don’t get sick. If you do, at best, maybe the prayer will be answered. At worst, your prayer has been ignored, and you are now faced with two angry police officers and a very messy backseat. (Tomorrow morning ought to be a beaut, huh, Roscoe?)

Losing An Animal…Loss Of A Friend

I don’t normally reblog more than one post a day, but I hope you will indulge me. Susannah Bianchi has written a lovely tribute to Lucy and also the love all pets have for us humans. She has thoughtfully embraced the losses of these pets into a unified expression of love. I am very grateful for her thoughts and know Lucy is as well. I have turned off comments here, but they can be made with a visit to Susannah’s blog. Susannah writes about her beloved city of New York and other subjects in a style that entertains as well as informs. Give her a visit, and you’ll see what I mean. Thank you, Susannah; you have touched my heart.

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So many of us have gone through this, having to say good-bye to a beloved pet. The latest is John Howell losing his beloved dog, Lucy.

 Since I started blogging I’ve witnessed Lisa putting down her Beagle, Chester, Kate losing two cats, Hazel and Molly along with Dale parting with Zeke, her German Shepherd that alas as John so poignantly put it, all went over that rainbow bridge.

 There’s nothing sadder; nothing to reproach them for.

 They love you no matter what, even if you’re sick and tired, moody and sad; their loyalty unconditional.

  It’s why it hurts so much…why it’s the worst day of your life.

  I can only compare an animal to a soldier whose sole job is to be there to care and protect under all circumstances, staying until they can no longer.

  I feel as if I know Lucy and her sister Twiggy…

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Review of, The Last Drive, by John Howell

Mark Bierman has written a wonderful review of The Last Drive. Even though I’m on a break until Monday, I think Mark’s review deserves to be shared. A reminder too, that Mark’s book Vanished is a thrilling read. Thank you, Mark, for taking the time to read and write such a terrific review of my book. I have closed comments here so you can leave your thoughts with Mark.

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Ah! Sweet Sunday! The last of the smoke from the wild fires burning North-West of here has cleared out, and we’ve had some much needed rain.

If you’ve read my last post, you’ll see that this is the second book in a series by John Howell. Here’s a link to that one: Review of Eternal Road.

A bit of an intro:

In the sequel to Eternal Road – The final stop, Sam and James are reunited to look for two souls, Ryan and Eddie. Ryan was killed in Afghanistan, trying to avoid a schoolyard with his crippled plane. Eddie Rickenbacker, Ryan’s hero, is to guide Ryan to his Eternal Home, and now both are missing.
The higher-ups believe that there has been some interference in Ryan and Eddie’s journey by Lucifer, so Sam and James have the task of finding Ryan and Eddie to get them back on…

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Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy Needs to Rest

One of my favorite photos was taken on July 23rd, 2021, as Twiggy and Lucy celebrate the joy of their new turf.

The Producer and I know you have been following Lucy and Twiggy’s antics for the last five years. Because you have invested your time and love in these two, we feel you should know that the time has come for Lucy to take a trip across the rainbow bridge and join her sister Bailey in eternal peace. Lucy has been with us for thirteen and a half years, and we have done our best to make each day a blessing for her. She has definitely made each day a blessing for us.

Pets are the only creatures that love us more than they love themselves. Their sole existence is completely and utterly for their human family. Ultimately, it’s not about their quality of life because they’ve learned to adjust to their illnesses, and life goes on for them-good or bad. As family members, we must realize and accept that all animals are put into our lives to teach us something we could never learn on our own. When that goal is achieved, their mission on earth is complete, and their quality of life to them is perfect.

Lucy has taught us the beauty of unconditional love, both given and received. She came to us as abandoned and mistreated. Even so, her big heart opened to us and then to Twiggy. We must honor her love with heartbreaking measures that will be more than painful for us.

Lucy will be at home with us, and we will be with her when she takes her steps to peace. This will be tomorrow at 4:00 in the afternoon.

Comments will remain open. I’m not sure I will be able to respond now, but I know I will in due time. A “like” on this post represents your best wishes to all of us.

I will be taking a blog break and hope to return on Monday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life, Death & Other Characters by Geoff Le Pard #Newbook

 

 

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I am pleased to welcome Geoff Le Pard, who has a new book in paper and Kindle. Many of you know Geoff’s work from his blog and his other books. I hope more of you get to experience Geoff’s unique way of telling a story, a poem, an anecdote, or a travel adventure. Geoff’s go-to style is humor with a bit of spice thrown in for good measure. So here is his latest book, and I would encourage you to visit his blog. You will be entertained. Here’s the link geofflepard.com.

The blurb

What would you do if you were to host a dinner party and the sky wasn’t what you’d ordered? Could you find someone to shake out the creases from the clouds and tone down the wind to an acceptable zephyr? And what are the challenges facing a Portal Management Volunteer as they steer the recently departed to their chosen Hereafter? Or how would you organise your life if you were called to do God service just when you’d planned on making marmalade that weekend? Life, DEATH and Other Characters will inform and, where necessary, guide you through these and other complications amongst a lot of other short fiction that will educate inform and entertain. Well, maybe one out of three.

An excerpt

Send In The Clouds

Celia Pomeroy pressed the intercom. ‘Yes?’

‘Mrs. Pomeroy?’

Whoever was at the front gate sounded cheerful. Celia wished she could muster such bonhomie.

‘It’s Rebecca. From Landscape Cleaners. Skies, views, and aspects are our speciality.’

‘Lands…? Oh, are you here about our aspect?’ Thank heavens, she thought. Hosting Gerald’s business contacts would be hell enough without the right view to set everything off.

‘That’s right. We’ll soon have you shipshape and visually credible.’

‘Do you want to drive round the back, and I’ll show you what we need.’ The girl – Rebecca, was it? –  had better be as good as she’d heard. Pulling on her sou’wester and heavy-duty wellingtons, Celia headed for the back of the house.

As she emerged from the French windows, Rebecca was easing herself out of her van, clutching an enormous umbrella. She smiled enthusiastically. ‘How can we help? You said you’d spoken to some party planners?’

Celia wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shrink inside her coat. ‘We bought this place a few weeks ago, but we had no idea that might happen.’ She waved at the trees. ‘I mean, who’d do that?’

Rebecca squinted where Celia had pointed. ‘I’ll go and check in a moment, but from here, I’d say sprites or possibly sprites and tree faeries. Didn’t the vendor mention the need to pay them fealty?’

‘No.’

‘It’s pretty standard. You should take it up with your lawyers. It’s something you’d expect to be disclosed when they do their inquiries.’ She peered at the troubled branches again. ‘That weaving is pretty recent, so we should be able to unknot everything and then defrustigate your arbours.’

‘Will this fealty cost much? We’ve lived in the city up to now, so I’ve no experience of these rural practices.’

‘Oh no. A few bowls of milk and a daily newspaper. That should see them right. What else?’

‘The sky? The party planners told me it needs a clean.’

Rebecca looked up. ‘It is pretty scuffed and rumpled. We’ll reel it in, give it a good wash and shake and then rehang it. Don’t worry; when the boys put it back, they’ll tuck it in and no one will know it’s been down. We can iron it, but some people think it looks a bit too perfect. Are the planners aiming at rustic or sophisticated?’

‘Sophisticated with a supercilious overtone.’

‘Then we’ll iron it. If it’s too flat, give us a call, and we’ll have someone puff it out a bit.’

Celia began to relax. ‘I’m so glad you came.’

‘It’s why we’re here.’ Rebecca licked her finger and stuck it into the air. ‘This wind is fairly boisterous. If you’re aiming at sophisticated, shall we tone it down?’

‘Is that easy?’

‘It should be. We can add in some bespoke zephyrs to accompany the coffees and liqueurs, if you like. Maybe you should raise it with the planners and let me know.’ She grinned. ‘I’ll just take a few pictures and measure up. Why don’t you go back inside? It’s a bit chilly out here.’

‘Yes, I’ll do that. Oh, one other thing. I wondered if you knew anything about flowers.’

‘Flowers?’

‘A friend told me it’s the latest addition to the best organised parties. You have arrangements and bouquets and all sorts.’

‘Really? No, I’ve not heard this. How does it work?’

‘Well, it did sound a bit fantastical.’ Celia giggled. ‘The way I heard it, there are these specialists – flowerists, I think they’re called – who buy in a lot of cut flowers and -’

‘Cut? As in severed from their stalks?’ Rebecca took a step back. ‘That sounds barbaric!’

‘It does a bit, doesn’t it? I think we’ll stick to the tried and tested. One final thing. Do you do moon dimmers? I’ve heard we’re in for a full moon on Saturday, and I don’t want it detracting from the light show.’

‘It’s not a service we offer, but I have a good contact at Lune In A Tic, who provide all your lunar requisites. I’ll give you their number before I leave.’

‘Marvellous. I’m making coffee. Would you like a cup?’

‘Lovely.’

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Geoff’s Bio and links

Geoff Le Pard started writing to entertain in 2006. He hasn’t left his keyboard since. When he’s not churning out novels, he writes some maudlin self-indulgent poetry, short fiction, and blogs at geofflepard.com. He walks the dog for mutual inspiration, and most of his best ideas come out of these strolls. He also cooks with passion if not precision. 

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Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – Glances

What this prompt is all about is opening a book to a random place and without looking point to a page. The word or words closest to the pointing finger is the prompt. I opened The Last Drive to page 67 and the word “glances” was closest to my finger.

Glances by John W. Howell © 2023

The thief glances sideways to check who is walking near the stylish young woman with the Goyard bag on her shoulder and clicking Louboutin heels. Satisfied there appears to be no superhero among the disinterested-looking crowd on 5th Avenue, the plan in his head is okay. A quick pass on the strap with a razor-sharp stiletto knife will cause the bag to slip toward the street. A fast pickup and he will probably be on his way before she realizes the purse is gone.

He takes a deep breath and pushes the button that releases the blade from the hilt. A momentary glint of the sun hitting the stainless edge of the blade reflects off the woman’s sunglasses. She glances his way, and he knows he must move fast. He is sure she will not put together the sun flair, and his intention on taking her bag. Comforted with this belief, he closes the slight distance between them with the knife concealed by his side. The strap is on her right shoulder, and since he is righthanded, he will have to make a cross-body movement that will end with an upward slash on the part of the strap near her back. The bag itself will drop, and he will need to grab it at almost the same time as the cut. If it hits the street, time will be lost picking it up, not to mention someone stepping on it.

The time has come, and he raises his hand to make his move. The woman senses his movement and glances over her shoulder. Her eyes lock onto his with enough strength he hesitates for a millisecond. His strike with the knife is off-target slightly, and the strap remains secure. The woman turns and, with the power of many hours spent with free weights and Tie Quan Do, connects her elbow with the man’s jaw. He hits the pavement like a prizefighter about to be counted out.

She stands over him, and a crowd begins to form. He opens his eyes and tries to speak. He is still confused after the blow to his chin. “Stay down,” the woman warns. He rests his head back on the concrete and glances to his right to confirm the noise of a winding down siren is from a police car on the street near him. The uniformed officer and EMS are intent on reaching him. The woman holds her bag with the almost cut strap for them to view.

He thinks about hoping they don’t find the knife and also thinks about the half-empty glass of luck that got him here. He wonders why an honest thief cannot count on beautiful women being helpless these days. The officer’s words come out of a haze, and he bearly hears the warning not to move. He wonders why the EMS guy keeps yelling, “Stay with me, buddy.” It is then that he realizes he has fallen on his knife. The word ‘petard’ flashes through his mind as all thoughts enter the dark.

Top Ten Things Not to Do Traveling by Train

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This post was published on March 27th, 2017. I think there might be some good advice if you are taking a train somewhere.

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The inspiration for this list is the fact that The Producer is on the Amtrack California Zephyr from Davis, California, to Omaha, Nebraska.

Top Ten Things Not to Do Traveling by Train

10 If you are traveling by train, do not think you can sit just anywhere. If you do, at best, you may be lucky and not take someone’s seat. At worst, you’ll get comfortable only to discover Tiny, the WWF champ, has a seat reservation where you are sitting. (Notice how quickly Tiny reacts when things don’t go his way, Bunky.)

9 If you are traveling by train, don’t forget to charge your phone before getting on. If you do forget, at best, you will have to limit your calls. At worst, you will be without your phone when you need to send that text to your boss in answer to the question, “Where the hell are you?”(Seems you forgot to tell the boss you were going on vacation, huh, Ferd?)

8 If you are traveling by train, don’t forget a blanket or sweater. If you do, at best, you’ll get chilled. At worst, trying to use your seatmate’s blanket might get you arrested for assault. (Maybe you should have asked before rolling over with it, Buford.)

7 If you are traveling by train, do not talk louder than those around you. If you do, at best, you may get into an argument with someone bigger. At worst, you and your bags might be offloaded at the next stop, which is a thousand miles from nowhere. (That mail hook was a bit of an insult, huh, Pard?)

6 If you are traveling by train, do not walk around without your shoes. If you do, at best, you may step on something that moves. At worst, you may need to re-evaluate how much you need those last pair of socks after the visit to the restroom. (This is not the beach, Buster. Shoes are required.)

5 If you are traveling by train, do not forget to take something to read. If you do, at best, you’ll get tired of reading the safety messages in the coach. At worst, you’ll begin talking with someone who obviously was just released from a mental care facility. (Your hint should have been the focus on picking lint off your sweater that wasn’t there, Bud.)

4 If you are traveling by train, do not forget to bring snacks and water. If you do, at best, the train provisions will be expensive. At worst, the last bottle of water and bag of chips will be auctioned off to the highest bidder after the twelve-hour delay at Donner Pass. (That name rings a bell, doesn’t it, Tex?)

3 If you are traveling by train, do not leave your bag unattended in the overhead rack. If you do, at best, you’ll be traveling with a group of nuns on the way to a retreat. At worst, whatever was in your bag will be for sale in the next car. (If you hurry, you might be able to buy back your underwear, Putz.)

2 If you are traveling by train, do not walk around with a full drink. If you do, at best, any spills will hit the aisle. At worst, the last lurch caused your cup to empty on the head of that enormous man in the seat you fell into. (That low growl you are hearing is not part of the train function, Guy. I would run.)

1 If you are traveling by train, do not forget where to get off. If you do, at best, you can catch the next train back in twenty-four hours. At worst, the railroad detective will finally release you after several hours of investigation into the stowaway charge. (Why you decided to ride to the end of the line is anybody’s guess, Pal.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Art in Bee Cave

We are off to Bee Cave Texas a town three miles up the road. They are holding an art show on the common ground of the Galleria of Shops. We will be catered by Bufalina of Austin. Our entertainment is Robert Palmer

Menu

Salad

bibb salad – mustard vinaigrette, soft herbs, honey crisp apple

caesar salad – parmigiano reggiano, anchovy, croutons

stracciatella – cured olive, roasted tomato, thyme, black pepper, foccacia

crudo á la swan – bluefin tuna, caper, red onion, serrano

pasta

pansotti – ricotta, tomato passata, pane grattato

tonnarelli – sicilian pistachio pesto, lemon, pecorino sardo

pappardelle bolognese – pork and beef ragu, parmigiano reggiano

pizza

marinara – tomato, garlic, oregano

margherita – tomato, mozzarella, basil, parm

red pie – tomato, double garlic, double parm, chili flake, oregano

pepperoni and mushroom – tomato, mozzarella, basil, serrano ranch

calabrese – tomato, mozzarella, salami, serrano, garlic, basil

taleggio – sausage, mozzarella, scallion

franco pepe – anchovy, mozzarella, black olive, basil

meatball – tomato, mozzarella, provolone, pepperoncini, basil, oregano

fresca – mozzarella, prosciutto, arugula, lemon agrumato, parmigiano

guanciale – mozzarella, parm, black pepper, red onion

dessert

mint chocolate chip ice cream w/ rainbow sprinkles – one scoop

vanilla ice cream and sherry

chocolate mousse – chantilly, olive oil, sea salt

torta di ricotta – parmigiano, aceto manodori

Picture of an old time school bus

Hop on the bus

Here is a shot of the artists booths

There is live music.

And look at that. A bar.

Close-up of the banner

A row of crafts

T-shirts and posters.

Cards

Prints and trinkets

Sweaters and knit products.

I enjoyed that water painting.

A little avant guarde.

You can have a portrait done.

Prints of all kinds.

Unusual paintings

Pencil drawings.

Fabric art.

Whimsy art with a touch of cubism.

Prints made.

Well, that’s the tour. So relax and enjoy the music and food, and I hope you have a fabulous week.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Left Alone”

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We finally reach the destination to meet with the boss. Being left alone with duct tape wrist binders, a black cloth bag over my head, and no coffee has me a bit rattled. Trying hard to pick up any sounds that could give me a hint of my whereabouts proves fruitless. There are no sensory clues as to my location other than the air feels quite cold.

My mind immediately takes me to one of those gangster movies where some of the action takes place in a meat packing plant. Hopefully, my position is not in the center of a vast refrigerator filled with aging beef. If it is, the prognosis for a happy ending to this saga will dim considerably.

The pain of caffeine withdrawal reaches a crescendo, and the certainty that one eye is bleeding brings me to hope an interrogation, once started, will be over soon. A confession for a cup of coffee sounds like a good deal at this moment.

A loud metal-to-metal sound of a bolt being thrown open grabs my attention. Echoing steps approach with the authority of one who knows exactly what they are doing. The steps cease, and the warm, exotic scent of another being washes over me. A fist grabs the top of the bag and rips it off along with a few strands of my hair. (What few are up there)

Blinking away the dark, the image of Jessica Rabbit comes into focus. Her pointer finger is on my chest. “I have two messages for you. The first is from Linda Hill. She wants you to know Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘left alone.’ Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”

My words leave my mouth too quickly. “And the second?”

Jessica smiles, and it is evident that the second message will be served up in the manner of an offer that can’t be refused.

If you want to see how others handle the ‘left alone’ prompt, visit Linda’s blog. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2023/06/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-3-2023/

Left Alone by John W. Howell © 2023

“So you leave us hanging again.”

“Well, I have a word count objective.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t think people need to spend all day reading my posts.”

“Okay, but sometimes we could use a little more.”

“And for that, I’m grateful.”

“What is this obsession with the Jessica Rabbit character?”

“It’s not an obsession. I just think she is a fascinating character.”

“Listen to yourself. Left alone, I think you would write a whole book about her.”

“Nonsense. She wants her statue back, and that’s it.”

“So she’s the boss?”

“Looks that way.”

I’m having a hard time with the segway to the VooDoo Ranger.”

“Yeah, I didn’t give you much of a lead-in. Just text Uber and we’ll call it a day.”

“Oh, I already did that. The car is over there.”

“Hold on. Is that a Yugo?”

“If so, it is a collector’s item.”

“Where do you find these drivers?”

“Well, this one is my Uncle Joe.”

“Figures. Any of your relatives have decent cars?”

“Cousin Ralphie has an Edsel.”