Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Visit Aunt Kizzy

“Here we are at Kizzy’s house.”

“Oh boy, it has been a while.”

How about you, Tempest? Ready to see Kizzy?”

“”Yeah, I can’t wait to jump on that big ole  horse.”

“Okay, kids It’s time to play. Inside or out?”

“You have to be kidding.  Inside, of course. It’s 10,000 degrees out here.”

“Hey Tempeste have I ever shown you my lion imitation?”

“No, Kizzy, I don’t think so.”

“Check it out. Grouffffff.”

“You have some serious teeth in there.”

“Twiggy why are you so quiet.”

“Well, for one, I’m a little nervous around lions, and I think you have it.”

“Aw, you know the saying. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I think I knocked her out”

“Just be careful down there. Lions know how to play possum.”

Whoa, you are right. This one just attacked.”

“You are all mine now, you panther pipsqueak.”

“Twiggy, are you going to help your sister?”

“In a word Dad. Nope.”

“That’s okay, Dad. I got this.”

“Sure you do, ersatz panther. You have a first-course booking on the lion menu.”

“Who you calling ersatz? Come on, big stuff. You want a piece of me?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I think you will be dessert.”

“So Tempeste. After you take care of that lion, I think there is a treat waiting.”

“Yeah, hold on. I’m starting my Panther stalk right now.”

“Well, girls. Did you have fun?”

“We certainly did. Aunt Kizzy is so much fun.”

“How about you, Kizzy?”

“I love it when these guys come to visit.”

“Well, see you next week. Bye now.”

 

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – Purchases

Today, I opened the book The Last Drive randomly to page 87 and, without looking, pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “purchases.””

Purchases by John W. Howell © 2024

“So, what’s in the bag?”

“I couldn’t help myself.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Not an it.”

“There are a few things in the bag?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are they a secret?”

“No, not really.”

“Well, can I see them?”

“You can’t laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“Cause they may seem a little strange.”

“Okay, I won’t laugh.”

“Here they are.”

“What are they?”

“Magic beans.”

“What? Where did you get these?”

“A guy in the Costco parking lot. He sold them to me.”

“Sold? How much.”

“Oh, no money. Just our firstborn.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. We don’t plan to have kids, so I thought, what the heck.”

“Jack, you idiot.”

“What?”

“The test was positive.”

“Oh. Well, he doesn’t know our address.”

“Did the guy have red hair?”

“Yes. How did you know.”

“Give the nice man standing behind you his beans back.”

 

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do When the Heat Index is Above 110 degrees F (43.3 C)

 

This post ran on July 23, 2018. Here we are in August, almost a month later, facing the same situation.

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The inspiration for this list was yesterday’s high temperature and high humidity.

10 If the heat index is above 110, do not do your 10K run. If you do, at best, your water will run out at 5K. At worst, passersby will wonder what you are doing in the community fountain. (Look like the police wonder the same thing, Edan. I think your reason should be a little better than “Trying to cool off” since only a fool, crazy person, or drunk person would be running today.)

9 If the heat index is above 110, do not fail to say “excuse me” if you accidentally bump into Tiny, the WWF Wrestling champ. If you do, at best, Tiny will be too hot to care. At worst, Tiny, who just walked out of his affiliation addiction support group, will honestly believe you hit him on purpose. (Coupled with the heat and Tiny’s need to be liked, I think you are headed for a harrowing afternoon, Edward. Running will only make him madder.)

8 If the heat index is above 110, do not get out that lawnmower. If you do, at best, there will be no gas. At worst, you will get halfway finished before the case of heat stroke hits you. (The sad part is in addition to the hospital stay, you are in violation of your homeowner’s association rules on lawn care. You better have someone finish the lawn, Efraim, before Mrs. Jones spots that half-done lawn cut.)

7 If the heat index is above 110, do not go tenting as planned. If you do, at best, you won’t need a fire to heat your coffee water. At worst, during the night, the local bear family gets the idea you are a specially prepared dish called a naked ape roasted in canvas. (Yeah, there is no way you are going to talk them out of a meal, Eisa. Might as well give up that sirloin you were going to have tomorrow and count yourself lucky at that.)

6 If the heat index is above 110, do not think you will make it home with that gallon of ice cream. If you do, at best, you should take a spoon. At worst, you’ll arrive home with a leaking container of melted ice cream, which will leave a trail across the new carpet as you head for the kitchen. (I think you might just continue out the back door, Elazar. Pretty hard to explain the new chocolate on the white wool decorating scheme. As you leave, I would do a serpentine maneuver. Harder for a shooter to hit.)

5 If the heat index is above 110, do not think being on a body of water is going to cool you. If you do, at best, the boat has a canopy, so you won’t die. At worst, you will remember the poem The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner as you whisper through parched lips, “Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.” (Time to get on the radio and call for help, Elfred. Of course, you will be lucky if anyone will answer a crazy man.)

4 If the heat index is above 110, do not escape the heat in the corner bar. If you do, at best, the bartender will allow you to stay while sipping one drink. At worst, you will think you have to keep consuming drinks while sitting on the bar stool. (Now that you have beaten the heat tell us how you are going to get home, Elija. You certainly can’t drive and walking is impossible as well. Maybe if you could talk, you could ask for a cab.)

3 If the heat index is above 110, do not go ahead with that cookout. If you do, at best, your guests will all cancel. At worst, they all show up and take on available liquid at an unprecedented rate. (Too bad all you are offering is your famous trash can punch, Elkhanah. It seems that no one is still standing as you serve your equally renowned ribs. Good thing you have lots of floor space.)

2. If the heat index is above 110, do not ignore the power company’s warnings about conserving electricity consumption. If you do, at best, everyone else does, and you have no loss of power. At worst, your electricity shuts down, and you are now faced with a night of sleeping in a house with a heat index of 120. (Why is it that when the electricity goes off, it gets hotter, Elmo? Must be a law of some kind.)

1 If the heat index is above 110, do not forget your children and pets need extra care. If you do, at best, you’ll be lucky that the neighbor rescued them, and they will be fine. We don’t want to think of the worst case. (Just keep them cool, Elwin. And for heaven’s sake, don’t leave anyone in the car, A/C or not. By the way, the neighbor has challenged you to a duel.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Lakeway – Pops With Cops

Today, we are going to visit Rough Hollow, a neighborhood in Lakeway. It is at the Rough Hollow Visitors Center, where the Lakeway Police Department is hosting an event titled Pops with Cops. No, it isn’t a cocktail hour but frozen treats to help stave off the effects of the heat. We are catered by Eberly of Austin, and our entertainment is Jan and Dean.

Menu

HALIBUT pomme purée, pepper relish, watercress salad

SALMON crispy rice cake, romanesco, citrus, chive beurre blanc, trout roe

EGGPLANT MILANESE basil purée, toasted almonds, charred zucchini & tomato salad

HALF CHICKEN Parisian gnocchi, caper-brown butter jus, arugula

SHORT RIB ‘nduja collard greens, grilled corn, radish, chimichurri

PORK CHOP confit potatoes, spinach mustard seed-bacon glaze

TEXAS WAGYU STRIP sautéed kale, confit garlic, bordelaise

Picture of an old time school bus

So let’s go.

A poster announcing the event.

The Rough Hollow Welcome Center.

Another photo of the center with Police cars in attendance.

Motor cycle officers getting ready.

A nice selection of frosty treats.

Lakeway City Councilman Kent O’Brian taking a selfie with the officers

I think it turned out very well.

I thought I would share some more photos of the Rough Hollow Center, including the splash pad.

Kids play area.

The swimming pool. In addition, the center has a complete workout facility and tennis court.

I have a disclaimer here. There were other photo opportunities of officers with kids, but my policy is to avoid taking photos of children for this blog. Everyone had a great time.

So let’s enjoy the food and music. I hope you have a great week.

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Ship”

 

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCSWhile waiting for the delivery of my life-giving elixir, my mind wandered to some information sent to me by award-winning author and friend Gwen Plano. She sent.

Coffee and tea intake were associated with long-term cognitive changes in older adults, two prospective studies presented at the Alzheimer’s Association International Conference (AAIC) suggested.

Among 6,001 Health and Retirement Study participants in the U.S., drinking two or more cups of coffee a day was associated with a 28% lower risk of dementia over 7 years compared with drinking less than one daily cup (P<0.05), reported Changzheng Yuan, ScD, of the Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health in Boston and the Zhejiang University School of Medicine in China, in a poster presented at the meeting.

Moderate tea drinking — up to two cups a day — was also associated with a lower dementia risk compared with no tea consumption (P<0.05).

When total caffeine intake derived from coffee and tea was calculated, participants in the highest quartile of caffeine consumption had a 38% decreased risk of dementia (P=0.032), Yuan and co-authors said.

No longer being concerned about the benefits of coffee, and hopefully, will have time to drink enough to fill a ship. While thinking about coffee there is a knock at the door. Twiggy and Tempeste open up with a fair imitation of the Hounds of Baskerville. It is FedEx with an envelope. Inside is a note from Linda Hill. It reads;

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ship.’” Use it as a noun, a verb, or slang … or all three! Enjoy!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2024/08/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-10-2024/

Ship by John W. Howell © 2024

“Hold on.”

“What?”

“There was no trip to the past today.”

“Well, not much going on a hundred years ago.”

“You could have gone back only Fifty.”

“That ship has sailed.”

“Okay, so no trip back today.”

“Fine. Here is the only thing happening. In the first boxing match ever staged at Wembley Stadium, light heavyweight boxer Tommy Gibbons of the U.S. knocked out Jack Bloomfield in the third round of a non-title bout. Bloomfield was knocked out in the 3rd round and never fought again.”

“I see what you mean. Going to a boxing match is not my idea of a good time.”

“I can’t imagine your idea of a good time.”

“Well, Uber is right over there, which is a big hint.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“No way. You can ship that sucker back to Uber.”

“Oh, come on. Think of riding in the bucket.”

“You think of riding in the bucket. A/C cab for me.”

“I guess you are paying, so you should have a choice.”

“You are not going to ride in the bucket, right?”

“Sitting on your lap is more practical.”

“Although more unrealistic.”

“The bucket will be fine.”

“Keep your hands and feet in.”

“Thanks for the tip.”

“Ship of fools.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. Get in the bucket, and let’s go.”

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

The Perseid Meteor Shower By Bill Dickinson, CC license

 

Today’s good news is from the Good News Network.

The Most Active Meteor Shower of the Year Arrives in Just 5 Days’ Time

The most prolific meteor shower of the year will be at its peak on the morning of August 12th, when 150 shooting stars can be seen per hour in the Northern Hemisphere.

The meteors are called the Perseids because they appear from the general direction of the constellation Perseus, but in modern times, they have shifted to radiate on the border between Cassiopeia and Camelopardalis.

According to Valerie at Space Tourism Guide, the Perseids Meteor Shower occurs when the Earth passes through a stream of debris left by Comet 109P/Swift-Tuttle.

Special conditions permit us to see the debris every August, even though the comet has a 133-year orbit around the Earth.

In a slight case of misfortune, there will be a quarter Moon in the sky that night, meaning that in already light-polluted areas with few stars, the Moon will make it slightly more difficult to see the meteorites.

However if one can position themselves in a rural-enough area with dark skies and plenty of visible stars, our solitary satellite won’t dampen the meteor shower too much at all. In fact, it might even make for a spectacular image.

A few other additional events are in the night sky this month, such as the close approach of the Moon and Mars on August 27th. They will appear just 5° apart, and both be present in the skies surrounding the constellation Taurus.

This is a great opportunity for those interested in learning more about their cosmic environment or as a crash course for little ones on how to find the Red Planet in the sky.

On the YouTube channel Learn the Sky, there’s a great guide for how to find Taurus in the night sky. Convenient to this article, it’s just under Perseus, where the meteor shower will arrive from this month. Also included in the Taurus sector is a famous deep-space object known from ancient times called the Pleides, also known as the Seven Sisters.

The good news is that we have the opportunity to observe a natural occurrence. Today’s JohnKu talks about nature. I hope you have a terrific weekend.

Opportunity by John W. Howell © 2024

Nature is a show,

If we know what to look for . . .

Always takes the breath.

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Playtime

“Hey Tempeste. Look at you.”

“I know. No cone. I feel free.”

“As free as you can be with that anchor on your rear.”

“That was the condition of the cone removal. Leash at all times.”

“That puts a damper on the ruckus.”

“Yeah, but it is still nice to be together.”

“You are right. Not being able to play has been a real downer.”

“Let me tell you a secret.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“When Dad isn’t paying attention, I can make a big tug, and then we can run free.”

 

“The only problem with that plan is you could get hurt.”

“Oh, come on. We have done it hundreds of times.”

“Yes, but not with your tender nose and stitches from the spay.”

“Oh yeah. You were going to explain what a spay is.”

“Yeah, I was. Hmm, let me see. Hey Dad, can you explain spay to Tempeste?”

“Sure. Being spayed means you won’t be having babies.”

“That was as clear as mud, Dad.”

“So, Dad. You and Mom are made sure I don’t bring unwanted babies into the world?”

“Boy, Dad. This kid is a little advanced for her age.”

“You would do well to get on the internet a little Twiggy.”

“In answer to your question, Tempeste, yes, we want you to be healthy and live a long life without the complications of having puppies.”

“I appreciate that, Dad. By the way. How are puppies made?”

Guest Post – Liz Gauffreau – #newbook – Simple Pleasures: Haiku from the Place Just Right!

I am so happy to have Liz Gauffreau here on Fiction Favorites. Liz is a very creative writer and poet. She is here to talk about her new book, which is comprised of haikus. I will admit I’m no stranger to haikus, though; Liz makes my efforts pale in comparison.

Thank you, John, for hosting me on Day #2 of my blog tour for Simple Pleasures: Haiku from the Place Just Right! Haiku seems to have become part of Western popular culture, so when I was putting this blog tour together, I was curious as to whether it had inspired any music.

Sure enough, I found a silly, albeit very catchy, haiku song on YouTube. (I’ll spare your readers, “I Wrote Haikus about Cannibalism in Your Yearbook.” It’s just a bunch of young men screaming unintelligibly over eardrum-piercing heavy metal guitar. Not Zen at all.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvmdEGR93mE

Haiku has even entered the stand-up comedy sphere!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwnqUmmJ-zE

I’m sure I could find a scholarly work of literary criticism to explain the cultural phenomenon of poking fun at haiku, but I’d rather just write haiku for my own purposes of expression.

Author Biography

Elizabeth Gauffreau writes fiction and poetry with a strong connection to family and place. Her work has been widely published in literary magazines, as well as several themed anthologies. Her short story “Henrietta’s Saving Grace” was awarded the 2022 Ben Nyberg Prize for fiction by Choeofpleirn Press.

She has published a novel, Telling Sonny, and a collection of photopoetry, Grief Songs: Poems of Love & Remembrance. She is currently working on a novel, The Weight of Snow and Regret, based on the closing of the last poor farm in Vermont in 1968.

Liz’s professional background is in nontraditional higher education, including academic advising, classroom and online teaching, curriculum development, and program administration. She received the Granite State College Distinguished Faculty Award for Excellence in Teaching in 2018. Liz lives in Nottingham, New Hampshire, with her husband. Find her online at https://lizgauffreau.com

Purchase links:

Book2Read Purchase Link: https://books2read.com/SimplePleasures

Print & Fixed EPUB for tablets and Kindle Fire

BookFunnel PDF Purchase Link: https://buy.bookfunnel.com/gef1ili6qd

For any device.

Blog Tour Host Links: https://lizgauffreau.com/simple-pleasures-blog-tour-links/

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – Kidnapping

Today, I opened the book The Last Stop to a random page (219) and pointed to the page with my eyes closed. The word closest to my finger is the word “kidnapping.”

Kidnapping by John W. Howell © 2024

“I have heard everything now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t believe you would tell a story like that.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“It is so hard to believe I must call foul.”

“My kidnapping is the truth.”

“Oh, please. Your parents are wonderful folks.”

“Yeah, they are, but it still doesn’t take away from the fact that they kidnapped me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“All you have to do is look at them and then look at me.”

“So what’s your point.”

“Are you kidding me? My point is I don’t look anything like them.”

“I never noticed. Okay, but that still doesn’t mean you were kidnapped.”

“I don’t talk like them either.”

“Oh, come on. Yes, your voice is a little deeper, but still.”

“I’m telling you they stole me from my natural parents.”

“Hold on. I think I read about something like this.”

“You did?”

“Yes. National Geographic Magazine had an article about brown-headed cowbirds.”

“What does that have to do with anything.”

“You have a brown head.”

“Yes.”

“And your mom and dad are bluebirds.”

“Yes, of course.”

“That’s it then.”

“What’s it?”

“Brown-headed cowbird moms lay their eggs in other bird’s nests, and then the other birds raise their young.”

“You mean I’m a Brown-headed cowbird?”

“Looks like it.”

“Abandoned by its mother.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Get off the half-empty kick. You have wonderful and loving bluebird parents.”

“I guess it could be worse. I could have been raised by wolves.”

“There you go. Although wolves don’t build nests or lay eggs.”

“Hey, it’s my coping mechanism. Don’t throw shade on my parade.”

“Fine. Anything to get you thinking positively.”

“I think I’ll start thinking like the bluebird of happiness.”

“Swell. Let’s go flying.”

“We can sing songs.”

“Yeah, Maybe you should let me handle that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind. Take to wing bluebird of happiness.”

Top Ten Things Not to Do If You Have Fallen Behind on Social Media

 

This post was published on July 2, 2018, but I think it has relevance today. I hope you enjoy it.

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The inspiration for this list came from Linda Leinen, the author of the terrific blog Task at Hand. 

We were commenting on one of my Top Ten posts, and she wondered, “Have you ever done a Top Ten Things to Do for people who are trying to get caught up online?” I indicated that I could do the reciprocal of that thought, and here it is today. Thanks, Linda, for the question.

Linda has had unique experiences, and visiting her blog will be rewarding.

Top Ten Things Not to Do if You Have Fallen Behind on Social Media

Here is the list. (Anyone who might think this list is serious, please be advised it is a broad satire statement regarding our phobic belief that social media is indispensable)

10 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not make up an excuse like, “I have been so busy being successful with my new bestseller; I just haven’t had time for you little people.” If you do, at best, you’ll lose a few followers. At worst, you might wake up to the sound of crickets on all your social media accounts. (Where did all those followers go, Ermanno?)

9 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not panic and accept a friend request from just anyone. If you do, at best, you may have a long list of people you don’t know. At worst, you might accept a friend request from Tiny, the WWF champ, just after his online romance fell apart. (You gotta hope the one hundred direct messages from Tiny are just a fluke for today, Ervin. Heaven knows you don’t want to unfriend him. Ever.)

8 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not think that by posting more, you will be back sooner. If you do, at best, it will just make the problem more intense. At worst, now your followers will think you are having some kind of psychological break and will hit unfollow faster than a duck on a June bug. (Never thought more is less, did you, Esbjorn?)

7 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not just delete all the comments to which you cannot respond. If you do, at best, some will not notice. At worst, a large group of followers will think you passed away and will start a GoFundMe campaign for a memorial. (That is if you are well-liked, Eskil. More than likely, there will be a host of unfollows)

6 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not check yourself into a treatment center. If you do, at best, you’ll be discharged immediately as a ‘nothing wrong here person.’ At worst, you’ll inadvertently make up some mental problem, which will take ten weeks of group therapy before you are set free. (That will teach you to run away from your problems, Este. Now what?)

5 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not run away to a cabin in the woods. If you do, at best, you’ll aggravate the bears. At worst, while you are off the grid, a new social media form will be invented, and when you return, you will be hopelessly behind this one as well. (Ever hear of Moore’s Law, Eumaeus. You are now in the dark ages.)

4 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not attempt to compensate by eating ice cream. If you do, at best, the time spent eating will get you further back. At worst, your ice cream bill and your extra pounds will go up in equal proportions. (It doesn’t help to eat ice cream while on a stationary bike, Eurypylus.)

3 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not call the suicide hotline. If you do, at best, they will hang up. At worst, you’ll get someone who has a difficult time understanding the severe nature of your angst and will start cracking jokes about your condition. (You have to admit, Eustis. Your problem is pretty minor compared to that of other folks.)

2 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not call 911 for help. If you do, at best, the line will be busy. At worst, the officers dispatched to your house will hand you a citation for a false emergency. (Of course, Everard, there could be a minor miracle where one of the officers is behind on social media as well. If so, you are saved.)

1 If you have fallen behind on social media, do not think all those busy folks who stay current with you will simply ignore your faux pas. If you do, at best, you will experience the sound of silence. At worst, you must curry forgiveness by inventing an ironclad excuse. (The only reason that is not debatable as to its harmful interference with your social media obligations is to tell everyone you are recovering from brain surgery. Of course, Evyn, you can’t fall behind again.)