Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Opposites

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

Figuring it would be a good idea to get out of the chest, I found purchase on the sides and, with some effort, lifted myself out. It was a shortfall to the ground, and with some degree of grace, I landed softly on my face. Unhooking my feet from the rim of the chest, I made an effort to get up. Looking more like a crab than a human, I managed to finally stand.

As I approached the chest, the cover slammed shut, blocking any opportunity to see what was inside. Feeling grateful none of my fingers were on the edge when the lid fell, I tried the key in the lock once more.

This time it didn’t turn. Instead, there was a clicking sound like something electronic attempting to disengage the lock. I could almost imagine the same action as two magnets coming together exert their force field and as opposites repel, turn away from one another. Maybe that was what was happening inside the lock.

As I was standing there waiting for something to happen to the lock, I noticed what I thought was a butterfly overhead. On further observation, it turned out to be an envelope turning over and over as it drifted down toward my backyard. I reached up and snatched it from the air.

The lock clicked, and the chest popped open. I stood in wonder as a bright light hit me in the face, and confetti shot from the chest and rained down. A spring-loaded sign exploded up and away from the chest. It was still attached but waved back and forth like a figure just released from a jack in the box. The sign had a message that when the waving stopped, I could read.

Peace on Earth. Goodwill to Humankind is what it said. Music came from the chest, and after a few bars, I recognized the carol “Silent Night.”

I looked down at the envelope and tore it open. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opposites.” Use the word “opposites” or write about things that are opposites. Have fun!

If you want to have, fun visit Linda Hill’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2021/12/17/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-18-2021/

Opposites by John W. Howell © 2021.

“Talk about opposites.”

“What?”

“How I think a story s going to end and how you end it.”

“You don’t like a holiday story.”

“It’s not that, but I was expecting some treasure in that chest.”

“You don’t think what was in there is a treasure?”

“It’s not gold or jewels.”

“Some would say it is better than gold or jewels.”

“You know Peace on Earth is never going to happen.”

“Unless enough wish it to happen.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“You sure don’t have the holiday spirit today.”

“Maybe you are right. I need to get with it.”

“I know what helps.”

“What?”

“A nice cup of eggnog.”

“Does sound good.”

“That sounds like a segway to the pub.”

“Where we always like to end this post.”

“Yeah. Let’s go. First, a Happy Holiday wish to all.”

“I’ll drink to that, but I don’t have anything to drink.”

“We are going already.”

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

Photo courtesy of SWNS

Here is a story from the Good News Network. Retired couple Avril Rowlands, 75, and her husband Christopher, 76, from Inkberrow, Worcestershire, have decorated their giant Christmas tree, which they planted as a sapling more than 40 years ago. This vast 60ft Christmas tree lights up an entire neighborhood over 40 years after being planted as a sapling. Avril Rowlands and her husband Christopher stuck the 6ft fir in their front garden after enjoying their first Christmas at their new home in 1978. The tree purchased for £6 from a local garden center now towers above their four-bedroom detached property, and the couple hired a cherry picker to decorate it with more than 1,000 lights.

Photo courtesy of SWNS

They planted the 6-foot tree in the front garden and took a photograph to commemorate the occasion.

The tree took root and thrived.

Today it towers, 43 years later, over the village of Inkberrow, Worcs.

With its 17th-century pub that inspired The Bull in Radio 4’s The Archers, the village is one of the darkest places in the UK as one of the only towns without any street lights.

The Little Tree That Could, 1979 – SWNS

But last week, its 2,000 residents turned out to see the switching-on ceremony, which lit up the giant tree that can be seen from miles around.

SWNS

“The switching on of the lights has become quite a village tradition,” said Avril. “A lot of people in the village say that it’s the start of their Christmas.”

This year was quite remarkable because last year, the Rowlands had to do the switch-on by themselves due to Covid restrictions.

“We had fireworks, too, this year, plus a friend who brought down a trailer that had Christmas music on.”

The tree has grown so big that a cherry picker is needed to help the couple decorate it with 3,000 lights ahead of the big unveiling.

“It’s been wonderful to see so many people enjoy the lights this year,” said the 75-year-old retired TV writer.

The Rolands – SWNS

And, since the tree is getting more and more attention, they decided to ask people to donate to a Cancer Research charity online in memory of a close friend who died this year.

The couple says they are still stunned by the size of the tree, which grows more than a foot each year: “We had no idea just how big it would grow. It’s absolutely huge now and towers over our house.”

Drone aerial view of the giant Christmas tree in 2019 –SWNS

Avril swooned, “We even get cards addressed to the tree, which is quite sweet.” Good news indeed

Today’s JohnKu talks about the holiday spirit. I hope you all have a terrific week.

The Holiday by John W. Howell © 2021

Is the spirit real?

It seems to be growing strong . . .

Could be peace on Earth,

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy’s New Toy

“What’s that, Little One?”

“My new toy. It’s called a green stick.”

“What’s it taste like?”

“Humm. Let me see.”

“Well?”

“I think it tastes like a margarita.”

“Wait a minute. You have never had a margarita.”

“I know, but I’m thinking a margarita would taste like my green stick.”

“I wonder if the big shots at the toy company know that?”

“Well, if they don’t, then someone ought to tell them.”

“Ya hear that you big shots at the toy company. Marketing pro Twiggy says your green stick should be sold as a margarita flavor.”

“Would get a lot of new users, I’ll bet.”

“I think I’ll stick with the bacon flavors.”

“Of course you will. When the next big thing comes along, you’ll still be taking a nap.”

“Hmmm. Now that you mention it. Hey mom. Open the door, please.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 339 bu 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 on 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.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next time.”

The photo

Home by John W. Howell © 2021

“Ahhh. The fire feels good.”

“It does. Especially on a night like this.”

“Yes. I’m grateful that we are inside and cozy.”

“Me too. I can’t imagine being out there. Listen to that wind.”

“I know. When I got us more wood, I thought I was going to freeze.”

“You poor dear. I should have gone in your place.”

“Oh no, my love. Fetching firewood is my job.”

“But I would hate to see you somehow get into trouble out there.”

“I had my heavy coat and gloves. I was okay.”

“Did you wear a hat?”

“No. I didn’t think I would need it.”

“See, this is what I’m talking about. Taking shortcuts when it could mean your life.”

“I’ll make sure I have a hat next time, okay?”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Oh, I see it’s almost time for the weather report. I want to see how long this is going to last.”

“How about I make us some hot chocolate, and you get the report.”

“Sounds like a deal. I certainly hope there is going to be a break.”

“What was the temperature when you got the wood?”

“You want it in Fahrenheit or Centigrade?”

“That’s right. You have that fancy watch. Give me both.”

“When I went out, it was 59 degrees Fahrenheit, which is 15 degrees Centigrade.”

“Wow. That is cold. The chocolate will feel good. You know we ought to think about moving South before the next winter. This Texas chill goes right to my bones.”

 

A Little Personal – In memory of My Friend Charlie

Charlie and Joan

 

Ten years ago tomorrow, I lost a dear friend.  His name is Charles L. Gruner, but I always called him Charlie.

Charlie and I met in 1982 when I moved from the East Coast to the Midwest. The company I worked for was headquartered there, and I was given an opportunity that I couldn’t refuse.

I really can’t remember how I met Charlie and his wonderful wife, Joan. I think it might have been a gathering at a neighbor’s house. Charlie lived a couple of blocks over, so it must have been at one of the neighbors. All I know is we hit it off immediately. He is one of those guys who you instantly like. He had a laugh that could be heard across the room. So, if you didn’t know Charlie, you knew of Charlie.

Our relationship became closer as we both went through periods of challenge.  I finally moved away from the area to pursue a new position on the West Coast. We stayed in touch, and then I got some heartbreaking news in 2006. Charlie had Cancer. Well, he beat it that time, and we went on as if nothing was wrong. Although we talked on the phone, I didn’t see Charlie again until the summer of 2011, when I traveled back to the midwest. It was as if we had never been apart. We caught up, and the day flew by. Before the time together was over, Charlie told me he was going to write a book. He wanted to impart some of the knowledge he had acquired in his business life. Charlie was a very successful CEO, and such a book would be a treasure.

One dismal day in December of 2011, his wife called and told me Charlie would not live. I was struck dumb. Twenty-nine years of our friendship was over way too fast. Yet, I was able to talk to him one last time and told him how much I loved him.

Charlie did write his book, and it became published after he was gone. As I indicated in my review, it is a great tool to be kept hidden. If discovered, the secret of the reader’s success will be uncovered.

I still miss Charlie and carry some fond memories.

  • We used to bark like dogs when I drove by his house
  • Charlie would blame the holiday for his overeating
  • He got a pilot’s license and then thought flying too tame
  • He formed his own racing team and drove race cars
  • He loved his wife and his family more than anything
  • He believed it a mark of distinction to be fired from a company
  • He was always willing to help others
  • He always supported whatever I did, even if I made mistakes

 

Charlie’s book is titled Turning Losers into Winners and can be found on Lulu

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Top Ten Things Not to Wait Until the Last Minute to Do

Photo by Pierre Bamin on Unsplash

 

Originally posted on December 22, 2015, I think some things in here are good to pay attention to today. I hope you enjoy them.

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This list was inspired by being habitually late for most of life’s events. Hope you enjoy it.

Top Ten Things Not to Wait Until the Last Minute to Do

10 Do not wait until the last minute to get a reservation at the best restaurant. If you do, at best you might want to eat at home. At worst, you could find yourself waiting in the bar until there is no longer a point in eating. (Now you have the problem of getting home)

9 Do not wait until the last minute to see if that formal outfit still fits. If you do, at best, you might be going to the event a little less formal than you planned. At worst, you could find the split rear seam about two minutes after everyone else in the room. (At least, it’s not toilet tissue caught in your underwear.)

8 Do not wait until the last minute to pull the ripcord during that parachute jump. If you do, at best, you may subject yourself to some heart-stopping moments. At worst, you will learn a hard lesson of physics where the acceleration of a falling mass reaches the speed of fifty feet per second per second. (gotta hope you have enough seconds before the ground welcomes you to become one with it.)

7. Do not wait until the last minute to put together a Top Ten list. If you do, at best, you will get to bed way too late. At worst, you will come up with something like that parachute item. ( Have to promise better)

6 Do not wait until the last minute to put the holiday turkey in the oven. If you do, at best dinner will be delayed. At worst, your holiday dinner guests will have unscheduled stops at the ER on their way home. (Next time, you’ll believe that thermometer)

5. Do not wait until the last minute to pay your holiday bills. If you do, at best, you will get the money in before the extra charges. At worst, you realize there are more bills than money, and the finance charges are like an additional car payment. (Maybe you’ll have these paid up by next December)

4. Do not wait until the last minute to give your Christmas list to Santa. If you do, at best, a few of the items on your list will not be available. At worst, Santa may just have to pass by your house since his elves could not make that yellow convertible fast enough. (You could have made it simpler given the lateness of the request)

3. Do not wait until the last minute to make airline reservations to that resort for the holidays. If you do, at best, your room will cost five times that of your neighbor. At worst, your selection will be limited to the Howard Johnson’s on exit 361 of the Long Island Expressway. (There is also an ice storm forecasted.)

2 Do not wait until the last minute to pack for that holiday trip. If you do, at best you will only have to wear everything twice. At worst, you will raise all kinds of questions when you ask the front desk where to buy underwear. ( Just forget the look and get a pair)

1. Do not wait until the last minute to fuel your car for the trip to the airport. If you do, at best, the power failure did not include the gas station at the next exit. At worst, the only gas station open at this hour has a cash-only policy, and the local ATM has just been hauled away by vandals. (Notice how soon the low fuel warning light comes on)

Views of the Neighborhood – Run up to the Holiday

We are starting our run-up to the holiday decorations tour. This week, we will visit several mailboxes and the Walk of Lights in Lakeway. Since we have some daylight activities and some dusk, we are being catered by Better Half in Austin for brunch. Our entertainment today is Jose Feliciano.

Menu

BETTER HALF BREAKFAST SANDWICH

English muffin, crispy hash brown, smoked paprika aïoli, arugula, fried farm egg

CHOOSE BACON, BREAKFAST SAUSAGE, BEYOND SAUSAGE, OR AVOCADO

CHICKEN BISCUIT

southern fried chicken breast, jalapeño-honey butter, curry bread & butter pickles
MAKE IT SPICY  / SUB BEYOND CHICKEN

SRIRACHA-MAPLE BACON BISCUIT

spicy glazed bacon, brown sugar-brown butter, fried egg

GRANOLA BOWL

oats, nuts & seeds, pomegranate molasses,
local Greek yogurt, seasonal fruit & berries, Thai basil & mint

PASTRAMI TOAST

thick-cut Texas toast, shaved house-smoked pastrami, berbere horsey sauce, smoky mushrooms & garlicky greens, fried egg & runny yolk sauce

WAFFLE IRON HASHBROWNS

coffee & cream gravy, cotija, farm egg, pickled onions, scallions

PUMPKIN FRENCH TOAST

apple cider caramel, house cultured butter, molasses crumb

NEW THE FALL BIG SALAD  power greens & romaine hearts, curry roasted sweet potatoes, coconut milk sweet potato purée, sumac chèvre dressing, honey crisp apple & watermelon radish, chili roasted pumpkin seeds, avocado ADD STEAK, SHRIMP, BEYOND CHICKEN, OR FRIED CHICKEN

BETTER HALF CHICKEN BURGER

house ground chicken, Duke’s Mayo, Swiss, LTO

CONTAINS GLUTEN

BETTER HALF CHEESEBURGER

44 Farms ground beef, Dijonnaise, American cheese, LTO

BEYOND MEAT VEGGIE PATTY AVAILABLE as well as TOP SHELF DRINKS AND EVERYTHING ELSE

Picture of an old time school bus

So let’s go.

Our first stop is an Armadillo Santa.

Not going to touch this one.

Glass tree.

A wimpy sprig.

Mistletoe Wreath. Gotta lay on the ground to get under it.

Since I did a complete tour of the Trail of Lights last year, this year is an overview. If you would like to check out last year click THIS LINK.  Here is Santa giving us directions to the entrance.

Inside and looking up in the big holiday tree.

A view of the lights beyond the tree.

We also did a Twelve Days of Christmas hunt last year.  Here are all twelve.

A display of flowers and longhorn cattle.

Santa’s sleigh just getting airborne in the middle of the toys.

I hope you enjoyed our view and I wish you a happy week. Now enjoy more food and listen to the music.

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Tree

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

 

When the lid popped open on the chest, admittingly, my first thought was to run behind the magnolia tree. But, of course, the better part of Valor made me freeze in position. Also, having seen several Sci-Fi shows, I knew not to approach the chest too quickly. How many people have you seen incinerated by some kind of death ray all because they rushed to an opening in a spacecraft?

Mrs. Howell didn’t raise no dummy, so taking my time to slowly inch up to the chest. As I got closer, there was no noise coming from the inside. This led me to believe that this chest did not come from a different planet in all probability. If it had, I’m sure there would be some kind of disturbance by now. Gaining confidence, I approached the chest and appeared over the edge.

“Sign here,” came a voice from behind me. My reaction was to immediately fall into the chest, which by now was the size of a hot tub. Then, quickly standing, I faced the voice. It was the USPS delivery person asking me to sign something on a clipboard. “What’s this?”

“Special delivery. Sign here.” After signing, the delivery person handed me an envelope and left.

Looking around the chest, it appeared empty, so I ripped open the envelope. I’m sure by now you have guessed it was from Linda Hill. There were two messages inside. The first read: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tree.” Use the word “tree” or write about a tree. Any kind of tree. Enjoy! The second was a bit more cryptic. It read: Watch your feet.

If you want to join in and enjoy, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link https://lindaghill.com/2021/12/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-11-2021/

I think next week we are going to discover what is in the chest.

Tree by John W. Howell © 2021

“Next week?”

“Yup.”

“Why not just do it this week?”

“Ran out of time.”

“You drive me up a tree.”

“Bear chasing you?”

“Very funny. You are supposed to be doing prompts, and here you are fooling around with some dumb chest.”

“There are some out there who would have a good chuckle over that statement.”

“Yeah, I remember them from last week. So what kind of tree are you going to talk about?”

“Hadn’t thought about it. Maybe a hall tree.”

“Hall tree? Never heard of it.”

“It’s a place to hang hats and coats.”

“In what life?”

“Okay, so they are a little bit dated. There is one at the pub, though.”

“Hold on. Did you just sneak in the word pub not expecting me to say something like, ‘You had me at the word pub?'”

“I figured one cast, and you would bite.”

“So, let’s go look at the hall tree.”

“It’ll cost you.”

“What’s new? Let’s go.”

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

By Sara Hysong-Shimazu / Pacific Whale Watch Association

According to the Good News Network, a record number of 21 calves have been recorded off the coasts of Washington State and British Columbia this season, marking a significant rebound for a species endangered just 25 years ago when zero Humpbacks were counted. In addition, this year, 500 Humpback whales were observed.

According to Mark Malleson of the Center for Whale Research, that is the highest annual number of calves on record so far for the region and is near twice as many as were reported last year, when 11 calves were documented.

“2021 has been a banner year for female humpbacks coming into the Salish Sea with new calves,” says Wendi Robinson, a naturalist with Puget Sound Express. “Calves only travel with mom for a year or so, and then they’re on their own. Once they’re familiar with our waters, they will often return year after year to feed.”

As to the cause of this year’s baby boom, Erin Gless, Executive Director of the Pacific Whale Watch Association, can only speculate.

“We’re not sure why there were so many calves this year,” she says. “It’s possible the last two years had an abundance of food for the whales.”

“25 years ago, here off of inland B.C. waters, we had zero humpback whales, so this is a new phenomenon in our waters … they’ve made up for lost time. We are seeing lots and lots of whales, which is super exciting.”

Humpbacks have also bounced back in the South Atlantic. After the population had diminished to only 450 whales, 2019 research showed to 25,000—an estimate now close to pre-whaling numbers.

Today’s JohnKu talks about nature’s strength. I hope you have a super weekend.

Nature by John W. Howell © 2021

Left alone awhile,

Nature has the way to fix . . .

Mistakes of mankind.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Get New Beds

“Hey, you guys. Mama bought you both a present.”

“What is it?”

“Follow me.”

“Brand new faux fur beds.”

“Dad. Did you say fox fur?”

“No faux, which means false.”

“Smells false too.”

“Hey, Lucy. Give it a try. It’s very soft. Memory foam and all.”

“You go ahead, little one. I’ll watch.”

“This one is fun to dig in.”

“Yeah, looks that way.”

“I think I’ll take this one.”

“Not sure I like a dug-in bed.”

“You saying you want this one?”

“Can you read my eyes?”

“Trouble here, kids?”

“Lucy wants this bed.”

“Well, she’s the oldest. So let her be happy.”

“Well, okay. You happy now, Lucy.”

“I’ll let you know.”

Later that night.

“What do you think, Lucy?”

“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ