
From our place to yours. Happy New Year and profound thanks for your support in 2025
” We do hope the fireworks stop soon, though.”
with John W. Howell

” We do hope the fireworks stop soon, though.”


Today I opened My GRL randomly to page 51. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “worked.” This is our prompt.
Worked by John W. Howell, © 2025
“Well, that worked.”
“What do you mean. This is a mess.”
“It may not look pretty, but at least the leak is stopped.”
“I’ll give you that, but what an eyesore. The neighbors are going to have a field day at the New Year’s Eve party, talking about the mess you made.”
“So you are just worried about what the neighbors will say?”
“Darn right I’m worried.”
“You should be happy that we got the leak under control and not worry about the gossip.”
“I’m the one who has to deal with these folks. All you do is work most of the time and don’t have talk to them.”
“Still. For the most part, we keep our place neat. This was an emergency. Don’t you think they will understand that?”
“I still don’t understand why it has to look like such a fright?”
“The water pressure was just too great to take the time to make a lovely patch. I had to get the water stopped before it ruined everything.”
“Can you fix it now?”
“No the binder has to set up before I make any more adjustments.”
“How does this happen anyway? You built our place. Did you do a lousy job?”
“This is a small setback, and you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“You don’t have to listen to the whispers.”
“We had unprecedented rain, and the water pressure was just too much.”
“Why didn’t this happen to others?”
“Take a look.”
“What?”
“Do you see any dams left downstream?”
“OMG, where are they?”
“So much for wondering if ours was built properly. I don’t think you have to worry about what is said at the New Year’s Eve party. I think you and I will be the only ones there. The rest will be chasing their tails trying to find logs to rebuild.”
“You are my hero. Happy New Year, you eager Beaver you.”
*Blush*

This post was first published on December 30th, 2013, by Marie Ann Bailey and me. I think it may still be good advice.
Top Ten Things Not to Do on New Year’s Eve
10. On New Year’s Eve, do not think you need to consume everything in the city. If you do, at best, you may gain a few pounds. At worst, you will never ever feel better again.
9. On New Year’s Eve, do not think everyone is in love with you. If you do, at best, you may get a new roommate. At worst, you may wake up next to a stranger who is now your spouse.
8. On New Year’s Eve, do not think you have to scream “Happy New Year” more than once. If you do, at best, you will lose your voice. At worst, someone may in fact put a sock in it.
7. On New Year’s Eve, do not think you need to invent and issue resolutions for everyone else. If you do, at best, you will lose some friends. At worst, your host may resolve to ban you to the patio.
6. On New Year’s Eve, do not think you have to help others drink more. If you do, at best, you may be the last person standing. At worst, you may be named as a co-defendant on a DUI.
5. On New Year’s Eve, do not think you need to give everyone a kiss. If you do, at best, they will all think you are a nerd. At worst, you may pick up a nice case of bubonic plague.
4. On New Year’s Eve, you do not have to sing “Auld Lang Syne.” If you do, at best, your off-key rendition will be recorded for playback when you are sober. At worst, you’ll not know the words and remove all doubt as to your IQ.
3. On New Year’s Eve, you do not have to tell everyone exactly what you think of them. If you do, at best, a few will want to take you outside. At worst, several will.
2. On New Year’s Eve, there is no reason to remove some of your clothes to be more comfortable. If you do, at best, you may not know when to stop. At worst, there could be additional records of your lack of discretion that you will need to pay handsomely to squelch.
1. On New Year’s Eve, there is no reason to get behind the wheel of a car after you have won the shots per hour contest. If you do it, at best you will end up in jail. At worst, you might just hurt someone.
Today is an in-between kind of day. The Holidays are past, and the New Year is in front of us. It is a good time to take a look at the deciduous trees that have finally turned here in Texas. It is also a good time to check in with the volunteers who are busy restocking the seed library. We are catered by Comedor of Austin, and our entertainment is Elsie Duckworth
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So here we are, between Christmas and the New Year. It’s always good to have a nice, quiet cup of coffee on a Saturday morning. Of course, there is a certain dependency on the machine to be in the right frame of mind to deliver that cup of coffee. It looks like today is a lucky day, since a push of the two-coffee button delivers the eight-ounce cup of steaming stuff that is vital to moving on with the day. The first sip is heaven and drives the demons back to their lair. The plot thickens just before the second sip. The familiar interruption of the Westminster chime signaling that another idiot can’t read the “do not ring the doorbell sign.” Tossing a bone into the soundproof room gets Twiggy and Tempeste off the ceiling chasing after it. A slam of the door brings peace back to the abode.
The security monitor shows an image of someone who looks a lot like Wile E. Coyote. A challenge through the intercom, and, long story short, he has an envelope that requires a signature. With a sigh, I start the security shutdown process.
The SWAT team needs to be put on standby. A quick text to the leader confirms that status. Also, the flight of A-10 Warthogs must be diverted. Another call to the commander puts that worry to rest. The SEAL team needs to be called off, and a call to the leader makes that possible. A call to the tow truck driver stops the deployment of an M1A1 Abrams Tank. The control panel simplifies the security system’s shutdown process. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the turret mortars disengaged, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gatling guns on safety, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, and the IEDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The Proton torpedoes switched off. The gamma ray beams covered. The high-powered maser guns switched to standby, and Robbie’s nanorobots are chained in the basement. The Klingons are called back, and the Targ is caged. The locks are thrown, and the door is opened.
The Wile look-alike hands me the envelope and a clipboard. My signature is applied and given back to him. The Wile look-alike has a huge firework in one paw. It is from the ACME Explosives Company, leading me to believe it is not a firework at all. The other paw it open in the classic tip receiver mode. Given the presence of the dynamite, the better part of valor is to hand him a tenner. He smiles and turns to go as my front door is slammed. The envelope is from Linda Hill, and the message inside reads Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “plot.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s blog. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/12/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-27-2025/
Plot by John W. Howell © 2025
“You afraid of a little dynamite?”
“Yeah. Who wouldn’t be?”
“Well, for one, that is a cartoon character.”
“Yeah, but that dynamite looked real.”
“Secondly, who’s going to plot to blow you up?”
“It may not be a plot, but Wile is famous for blowing things up. I didn’t want to take a chance.”
“Okay, so it cost you ten bucks. Not much to pay for peace of mind.”
“You’re right. Speaking of peace of mind? Where’s the Uber?”
“Right over there.”

“You must be kidding me right now.”
“Why?”
“That’s a 1953 Nash Metropolitan. There’s not enough room for both of us in there.”
“We can squeeze in there.”
“It would be easier to wear that thing and walk than to ride.”
“Okay, you may have a point. How about he takes you to the pub and then comes back for me.”
“That doesn’t seem fun.”
“Maybe we can take the bus.”
“How about another Uber?”
“It’ll. cost more.”
“Yeah, but at least we’ll get there.”
“Okay. Calling now.”
“I’ll go tell the guy we are sorry.”
Today’s good news story comes from Fox News and was sent to me by good friend Tom Okragly. Thanks, Tom.
Wisconsin officials recently announced the discovery of a trove of ancient canoes in an underwater “parking lot” of sorts — including one that predates the Pyramids of Giza.

The Wisconsin Historical Society (WHS) announced this month that its experts have identified 14 canoes in Madison’s Lake Mendota so far, six of which were found this spring. The WHS worked with the First Nations of Wisconsin during the research process, a release noted.
The WHS also recovered a 1,200-year-old dugout canoe in 2021 and retrieved another 3,000-year-old one in 2022.
All in all, the oldest canoe is 5,200 years old, while the most recent one dates back to the 1300s A.D. The vessels were used to catch fish, to make travel more efficient, and to facilitate trade, the WHS said.
“The landscape around Madison lakes looked very different before European settlers arrived in the area and conducted terraforming to suit modern transportation, with large bluffs that made traveling over the land difficult in some areas,” the statement noted.

“Canoe travel may have been more efficient for certain routes for the communities who lived in the area spanning thousands of years before Wisconsin became a state,” the statement also said.
WHS maritime archaeologist Tamara Thomsen told Fox News Digital the canoes were preserved by being buried under Lake Mendota for thousands of years.
“The canoes have all been found eroding from a bank underwater, in about 25 feet of water,” said Thomsen. “They survived because they remained buried for so many millennia.”
There are no current plans to retrieve the 14 canoes that remain underwater, Thomsen added. The two that have been retrieved, however, are slated to be included in a museum display at the Wisconsin History Center in 2027.

“The oldest Lake Mendota canoe identified to date was likely crafted sometime around 3000 B.C., before the Great Pyramid of Giza was built in Egypt, and around the time of the invention of writing in Sumer,” she added.
“Constructed of red oak, it is now the oldest dugout canoe recorded from the Great Lakes region and the third oldest in eastern North America.”
The cache is rare in the Midwest, as such discoveries are more common in the Southeast.
The WHS also said the canoes were made of either red or white oak — curious choices, as they tend to be water-absorbent.
Thomsen speculated that the builders may have intentionally selected trees that were damaged, or may have damaged them on purpose to impact their growth cycle.
“We think of bioengineering as a modern practice, but the samples we have suggest this may have been taking place long before the term was coined in the mid-20th century,” she said.
“Archaeology is kind of like putting together pieces of a puzzle, and the more pieces you can find, the better you can start to form a picture of what was going on and why during a period of history,” Thomsen added.

“This is the only cache of canoes that has so far been discovered in Wisconsin,” said maritime archaeologist Tamara Thomsen. (Tamara Thomsen, Wisconsin Historical Society)
Bill Quackenbush, a tribal historic preservation officer for the Ho-Chunk Nation, said the project “gives us a meaningful opportunity to gain a deeper perspective on our heritage and our ancestors.”
He added, “It is important that we document and share these stories, so that our youth feel that connection to our past.”
“Protecting and preserving this knowledge ensures that the next generation understands where we come from and why these stories matter. That is why we share them and continue this work.”
The good news in this story is that ancient artifacts are being preserved and studied for any new learning. Today’s JohnKu talks about history. I hope you have a lovely weekend.
Our Story by John W. Howell © 2025
Those who came before,
Left their stories to be read . . .
We must preserve them.

The Twiggy and Tempeste Elves, The Producer and I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


Today I randomly opened Circumstances of Childhood to page 77. With Eyes closed, I pointed to the page. My finger was closest to the word “bag.” That is the prompt today.
Bag by John W. Howell © 2025
“So what’s in the bag?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Oh, come on. We don’t have time for games.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s the holiday season, and we have to get things done.”
“I know full well the time of year and what needs to be done.”
“So just tell me.”
“It’s a surprise. I don’t want to spoil it.”
“Okay then. Never mind. Give me a hand with this tree.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m holding this bag.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Can’t you put it down?”
“I’m afraid it will get damaged.”
“Take it into the house and then come back.”
“No can do. It might open.”
“So what?”
“Well then, the surprise will get out.”
“You have an animal in there?”
“No. Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“Alright, I was going to surprise you since I know how much the holidays mean to you. I managed to grab off The Grinch.”
“What?”
“He was standing outside the toy shop, and I snuck up behind him and threw this bag over him.”
“How can you carry him. Isn’t he heavy?”
“No, like you, he is more spirit than substance. I told him he would be set free after Christmas.”
“I’ll be darned.”
“No, you’ll be blessed.”
Usually, there would be a Top Ten Things Not to Do List today, but since we are getting close to Christmas, I thought I would have a little fun with a gift list.
I have always fantasized about a gift list that would be just right. It would include some adorable things and cost a bundle. Unfortunately, I have not won the Mega lottery or been born to the manor. Which brings to mind the question: what gifts do the super-rich buy for each other? The nice thing about fiction is that we can go right ahead and make a list. So here goes. The fantasy list of gifts that the super-rich may buy this year:

A new Rolls-Royce Phantom Sedan for $398,375.00 base price. (options could add another $50,000) The gift giver would have a beauty that gets 11 MPG in the city and 19 MPG on the highway. By the way, if there are worries about gas mileage, the buyer might pass on this one.

A new Gulfstream G650 for $65,000,000. The gift giver and recipient would enjoy worldwide connections at top speeds of 800 MPH. In case the gift giver thinks the gift is exclusive, there are already 200 of these puppies on order.

A beautiful summer home in Southampton, New York, for $52,000,000. This has 10 bedrooms, four bathrooms (Go figure), and about 10,000 square feet. If the giver is a little squeezed on cash, a mortgage of about $250,000 per month can be arranged. Let me advise the gift giver, you may not get it with a mortgage. At this price, cash will be king.

How about the Yacht White Cloud for a measly $500, 900,000. It is 220 feet long and can sleep ten. The gift giver must know the fuel capacity is 30,000 gallons, and the first and subsequent fill-ups could be over $100,000.00.
Maybe the buyer needs to put in a little more effort to make a statement. The Pink Star Diamond is a 59.60-carat wonder that sold in 2017 for $84,684,307, setting a record. The buyer would have to convince whoever bought this rock to resell it. Since the price was $18M over the list price, it might be tough.

Well, there you have the fantasy gift list. When you get your next billion, you can let yourself go crazy. Till then, I’ll see you at Wal-Mart. What is on your fantasy gift list?
Today, we are going to the Lakeway Activity Center to view some of the seasonal storyboards. There is a series of boards along the outdoor path of the activity center. Each board tells a story. Since there are 28 boards, there is not enough room for them all here. I’ve picked a representative sample. We are catered by Ezov Middle Eastern restaurant. Our entertainment is Human Nature,
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Falafel Scotch Eggs – tahini, amba, green schug
Hummus & Pita – tahini, warm chickpeas, za’atar
Crispy Sweet Potatoes – tahini, date molasses, mint
Pan-fried Halloumi – Texas figs, spiced saffron honey, arugula
Traditional Latke -spiced apple compote, embered labne
Jerusalem Bagel – za’atar cream cheese, smoked snapper
Khachapuri – ackawi cheese, egg, lots of herbs
Loaded Latke – fried eggs, ackawi cheese, beef bacon, chives
Sabich Benedict – crispy eggplant, poached eggs, amba hollandaise
Green Shakshuka – frecini, leeks, fennel, poached eggs
Toasted Chicken Schnitzel Sandwich – Challah, Pickled Lemon Aioli, cabbage salad
Steak Shish & Eggs – wagyu beef skewer, two eggs over easy, fried potatoes

The bus is ready. Let’s go

The first board.

History of the tree

Hanukkah.

Holiday lights

Christmas cards

Spirit of giving

Small gift history

The food (of course)

Santa around the world.

The holiday plants.

And the baking.

The beginning of the trail at night.
It is time for food and entertainment now. I hope you have a very Happy Holiday.
&nb