Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

July 8, 2015July 6, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 29 Comments

It is Wednesday story time again. Last week we were all shocked to see Bob lose it and attack Charlotte. It does not take a psychology degree to see that Bob is losing his grip on reality. In addition to his outburst, he has transferred his problems with his mother to Charlotte. We last left Charlotte asking Bob to let her go since she is having trouble breathing. We need to get back there.

“Bob, please. I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Okay, mommy I’ll give you an opportunity that you never gave me. There is that better?”

“Oh yes, Bob. Much better. Your hand was cutting off my air. Now that you have removed it from my neck I can breathe.”

“Don’t try to run though. We have a lot to talk about.”

“You seem calmer, Bob. How do you feel?”

“I’m not sure. I feel dizzy.”

“You have had an episode, Bob. You may be coming out of it.”

“Charlotte how did you get here? Where is my mom? She was here, and I wanted to kill her.”

“I know Bob. You thought I was your mother.”

“That’s not possible. How is that possible?”

“I’m not big on psychology, but I think the term is transference. You transfer some of your hatred to your mother, and then she became manifest in me.”

“W-wait what?”

“Forget it Bob. You had a spell is all.”

“Look at your bruised neck. Did I hurt you?”

“You did Bob. I thought you were going to kill me.”

“Oh, Charlotte I need to go away. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. You’re my friend.”

“I know Bob. Here sit by me. You look flushed. Let me feel your head. Oh my goodness, you are burning up. Here lay down. I’m going to get a cold cloth.”

“Don’t go away.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I’ll be laying here. I’m going to close my eyes.”

“Bob get up.”

W-wha? Who’s that?’

“Your mother of course. Why are you so stupid sometimes.”

“Oh, my gosh. Where’s Charlotte?”

“How the hell would I know? Here’s your cloth you sissy.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible- Stupid First Class

July 7, 2015July 6, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 34 Comments

This weekend produced some fine photos of what I like to call Stupid First Class. I was going to run some of them on Thursday but decided to run them when we all might need a laugh. It seems the holidays produce some unique examples of Stupid First Class. I was on my bike on the Fourth of July and came upon this sight a few minutes before the photo.

So what we have here is a pickup in the surf. I didn’t see it drive in, but I can imagine these two were launching that wave runner and instead of backing in they decided to go forward. The truck died when it hit the water. I did not stay around after I saw the one on the right jump in the vehicle and when he got it restarted he floored it and the result you see here (rear end totally buried). This truck will now be part of a new reef ecosystem. I took this picture and one of them yelled, “Instead of pictures you could help.” I yelled back, “there is no interrupting Stupid First Class when it is fully engaged.” He flipped me the bird that I thought was well-played. (Oh I forgot to mention the tide is on the way in.)

Top Ten Things Not to do at a High School Reunion

July 6, 2015July 5, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 39 Comments

This list is as a result of seeing some high school reunion photos and messages on a number of social media sites. I have never attended a high school reunion, so the information captured here has been matters of here say and recounting of others about their reunion.

Top Ten Thing Not to do at a High School Reunion

10 If you attend a high school reunion, do not pose for photos that you don’t know where they will end up. If you do at best, the photos will only be traded among classmates. At worst, they will end up on the “what the not to wear, eat, or drink” website.(Which will go viral and you’ll be getting calls from the Today show to appear on their segment called EXCESS)

9 If you attend a high school reunion, do not pretend to be what you are not. If you do, at best your little fib will be seen as a joke. At worst, your profile on the class newsletter will be featured under the title Most Successful Grad. (Which will be picked up by the news services and published by your newspaper)

8 If you attend a high school reunion, do not bring a date that you do not know simply because they are beautiful. If you do, at best your charade will be found out early with no consequences. At worst, your date will discover the true reason you brought them and will make an exit and a scene remembered for the next five reunions. (Only you passing away will halt the story telling)

7 If you attend a high school reunion, do not rent an expensive car for your grand entrance. If you do, at best you will look overly anxious to impress and get the opposite reaction. At worst, the valet will take your rental car for a spin and inadvertently leave the side chrome on the street fleeing a hit and run accident. (Which you will easily be able to explain to the judge)

6 If you attend a high school reunion, do not try to hide the fact that you don’t remember everyone’s name. If you do, at best you will look like a fool trying to check name tags without being caught. At worst, you will call someone by a different name, and the name will be associated by that person to an old flame or rival. (You will have lots a bunch of points on that one)

5 If you attend a high school reunion, do not take this time to argue fine points about your grades with your old teachers. If you do, at best the teachers will wish they had flunked you. At worst, one of them may remember you failed to turn in that assignment in the eleventh grade that will require you to repeat the course and nullify your high school diploma. (Try explaining that to your boss)

4 If you attend a high school reunion, do not think your old flame wants to begin where you left off just by smiling at you. If you do, at best you will be embarrassed to learn they are happily married. At worst, you will be a little too forward thinking all is forgiven only to be arrested as you leave the building for assault. ( Gotta remember no means no)

3 If you attend a high school reunion, do not assume the free drinks at the bar carry no consequences. If you do, at best you may exhibit a little tipsiness that everyone will think is cute. At worst, you will have the honor and resulting infamy of passing out on top of the Congratulations Class cake. (The clothes you’re wearing belong to your roommate as well.)

2 If you go to a high school reunion, do not offer to be part of the planning committee for the next one. If you do, at best everyone will forget your offer. At worst, you will be appointed chairperson with all the rights and responsibilities to make the nest one the best ever. (You will also want to get a Xanax prescription)

1 If you go to a high school reunion do not tell everyone you meet that “we must get together.” If you do at best, they will all wonder if you are having a breakdown. At worst, the ones you least want to see will stay in touch long enough to cop a free overnight on their way through your town. (Plus they have some kind of foot infection that requires you to burn your sheets when they leave)

Sunday – Fifty-Two Views of the Gulf

July 5, 2015July 4, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 14 Comments

Here is this week’s photo.

You will notice immediately that there are a number of pop-ups and cars on the beach early. This is the way of a holiday weekend. The yellow morning glories are in full bloom and the purple morning glories almost invisible. There is also a big berm of sand where the road grader came by and smoothed the sand for the vehicles. You can see it beyond the path and it doesn’t look high, but it is at least two feet tall. A large number of footprints can attest to the amount of visitors here this weekend.

Last week’s photo

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Is”

July 4, 2015July 3, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 26 Comments

Is it Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again? Yes, class, it is. This week the prompt is as described by Linda Hill “Use the word “is” to begin your post – bonus points for using it (as a word on its own or at the end of your final word, i.e. “metamorphosis”) at the end of your post as well.” If you would like to participate go to Linda’s site http://lindaghill.com/2015/07/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-415/. Here is my interpretation.

“Is the instruction quite clear to you?”

“Uh, I think it is.”

“Okay then tell me what your understanding is.”

“I’m required to use the word “is” in a post.”

“Nice so far. What else is expected to happen?”

“Um, I’m supposed to start the post with the word is.”

“Is that what you did?”

“Er, I think the question at the very beginning is what is required.”

“The question is again?”

“Is this Stream of Consciousness Saturday? It is way up top at the beginning.”

“Good I think you have what is required.”

“But one more thing is necessary.”

“Yeah, and what is that?”

Is is supposed to be the last word or part of the last word in the post.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, it is.”

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

July 3, 2015July 1, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 22 Comments

Friday has arrived and with it all kinds of people on vacation since most places are taking the fourth holiday today. There is no need to go on about the fact that we are all glad it’s Friday since there are only eight more hours to the weekend. Heck, the weekend is here and it’s a long one. There is plenty of time to get into the rest mode. For those of you lucky enough to have Monday off you have plenty of time to get into the comatose mode. I can hardly believe it is July already. The year is half over and it is going by really fast. I have to wish you all a Happy Fourth of July and hopefully a safe one at that. Today’s JohnKu (a term coined by Words4jp) is about the holiday

So many years now,

Our freedoms have been preserved. . .

Celebrate the birth.

Thursday – A Little Personal

July 2, 2015June 30, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 40 Comments

Thursday is the time to do a post that has some meaning to me and will hopefully not bore you to death. Today I’m posting a status of my self-installed screening on my screen porch to appeal to my DIY muse Dan Antion. Dan is always interested in this kind of stuff, and I also am interested when he shows us some of his skill. (you should go to his blog No Facilities by clicking on his name) So without any delay let’s go to a before photo.

You can see the screening is installed on the outside of the porch railing and is in need of repair. Since I’m an older person, it is now difficult to go on a ladder knowing the twenty some odd foot fall will be my last. Also, these screens are made of aluminum, and the salt air dissolves them and they let go where the screw attaches them to the wood.

Here is the after.

What has happened is all the screens were removed and then a new vinyl system installed. The screening was moved to the inside so that whenever they need repair this old person can do it without risking a broken hip (or worse).

This final shot gives you an idea what the system looks like from the inside. The screen, the base, and the cap (that white strip) are all made of vinyl and should last a number of years (or until the hurricane) whichever comes first. The shot is a little dark because the screening material is solar blocking. Hoped you weren’t too bored but I am very pleased with the results

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

July 1, 2015June 30, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 42 Comments

Wednesday Story day and last week Charlotte learns Bob is seeing a psychologist and hasn’t told him about not being welcome at home. Charlotte is understandably confused by this revelation. Let’s go back and see what ole Bob has up his sleeve next. I have to let you know it will not be a pretty sight.

“Why haven’t you told your psychologist that your mother doesn’t want you at home?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess because he can’t do much about it.”

“He might be able to help you some of the feelings.”

“What feelings? I don’t care to be where I’m not wanted.”

“But Bob this has to make you angry.”

“Why?”

“Well, for one thing your own mother is locking you out of the house and should not be doing that to you.”

“Aw, who cares? She is busy with all those guys and who in the hell wants to stay around that crap.”

“See you sound angry.”

“I’m not the least bit angry. I just don’t care about her life is all.”

“She’s your mother, Bob. You should care.”

“Who told you to get on my back about this? Oh, that’s right I keep forgetting you are on that bitch’s payroll. What’s the matter, Charlotte? You afraid of losing some of your blood money?”

“Bob. I’m just trying to help.”

“Of course you are Charlotte. You are just trying to help yourself. How much does she pay you anyway?”

“I don’t think that’s important.”

“What’s important then? You’re butting your damn nose into my business. Is that important? Huh? Answer me Charlotte. Is that want’s important?”

“Bob you need to calm down.”

“Sure calm down and eat more shit. Is that it Charlotte?”

“Bob. I’m going to ask you to leave if you can’t get a hold of yourself.”

“Sure, mommy Charlotte. Sure I’ll get out of your house so you can mess around with someone who you like more. That’s what you want isn’t it. How about I take care of you so no one will find you attractive enough? Huh, mommy? Is that what you want?”

“Bob. Please let go. You’re hurting me.”

“You tramp. You don’t think you’ve hurt me all these years?”

“Bob I’m Charlotte, not your mother. I care for you.”

“Yeah I’m sure you care, and that’s what has me so wanting to punch you in the face. A money-grubbing bitch cares for me, and my own mother hates me.”

“Bob. Please, Bob, I can’t breathe. Bob, please let go. We can talk. Bob?”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – #RRBC Author Jan Hawke

June 30, 2015June 29, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 43 Comments

I am so pleased to Welcome author Jan Hawke to Fiction Favorites. Jan is on a 4Wills Publishing MILELE SAFARI Blog Tour in celebration of her book Milele Safari a wonderful fictional African story. Jan the post is yours to give some background to your book.

Thanks, John Tanzania was somewhere I always dreamed of going to one day. I wanted to see the Great Migration (vast herds of wildebeest, zebra, gazelles and antelopes) across the Serengeti and the Ngorongoro Crater and onwards to the north across the Mara river into Kenya’s Maasai Mara. A childhood spent avidly watching

Tanzania was somewhere I always dreamed of going to one day. I wanted to see the Great Migration (vast herds of wildebeest, zebra, gazelles and antelopes) across the Serengeti and the Ngorongoro Crater and onwards to the north across the Mara river into Kenya’s Maasai Mara. A childhood spent avidly watching Daktari, various film incarnations of Tarzan, safari movies like The Snows of Kilimanjaro, or King Solomon’s Mines, and, above all, David Attenborough’s wonderful wildlife excursions, meant I had high expectations and when I finally got there, these were more than met. Rather too much in some instances, as the latter half of the holiday, further south exploring the Selous wilderness where licensed game hunting still went lucratively on, provided several eye-opening reality checks on how some of the other half lives in Africa.

Enough has been written of the Serengeti National Park to need little embellishment on the beauty of its landscapes and denizens, but it nevertheless left us with a deep impression of the fragility of the eco-system and how hard it was to make it a sustainable world heritage region in terms of climate and economic factors. The brochures were full of luscious descriptions of the exclusive game lodges that you could stay at and, by and large these were delivered, even if the upkeep of them proved less than adequate. The Great Migration the time we were there had not yet happened, as the animals were elsewhere on their journey following the water trail, so we didn’t see the vast herds of ungulates that we craved, but we did see territorial animals such as leopard, cheetah and lion as well as some of the usual antelopes, elephants, giraffe and indeed zebra and gnu that had passed on the annual procession for whatever reason. The lack of rains also meant that game spotting was pretty simple as our elderly Tanzanian guide, Muhammad, simply visited the places he knew would still have water.
I saw sights I’ll never forget, such as a cheetah stalking and bringing down a sleepy Thomson’s gazelle, where I cried and nearly fainted with excitement as I forgot to breathe, just like the sprinting predator was doing. We saw a truly superb leopard up a tree, on whom ‘Moll’ in the Perfect Day chapter is based, and rare black rhino and lion – so many lion, in the Ngorongoro Crater.

Our accommodation choices were not as advertised exactly, but added to the sense of adventure in that lack of water oddly meant fairly high humidity, even on the high plains and one of my abiding memories of the country is the faint to overpowering scent of mildew in our rooms or tents. We went for lunch at one of those luscious panoramic glass and timber hotels with a swimming pool embedded in a kopje and found the ‘lido’ several years into being dried up and one of the ground floor ablutions areas looking like it had been invaded by several rather cross rhinos…
Our trip to the Selous in the non-hunting jungle-like reserve north of the Rufiji River was heaven and hell in comparison, with heaven being what at first seemed to be a very basic tented camp, but had a licence to shoot game for the pot. It was there that we dined like kings on catfish cakes, wildebeest liver and onions and warthog sandwiches and then curry. Divine after our other venue, an ex-camp for Scandinavian engineers working on a dam project that never got built. The manager did his best to run what was billed as ‘luxury’ guest accommodation in rusty-roofed chalets with re-cycled fuel cans for lavatories and an almost non-existent food budget, except for a rather pathetic vegetable garden, a few elderly and very muscular hens that had stopped laying, and copious supplies of discount corned beef – which did at least make a fairly good spaghetti bolognese for lunch.

We dined out on the Tanzanian experience for some time back home in Kent and, looking back on it we did have a great time, even the bad bits, because it really was authentic travellers fare and brought home to us exactly what Africa meant for the people who had to live there. It was just a pity we’d had to spend a small fortune for the experience.

Excerpt from The Land of Nod
Terry sighed with impatience. ‘We must be able to do something surely?’ It was the fiftieth time she had said something like this since she’d pulled herself together Tom thought. Henryk appeared to concur as Terry joined Christian at the window. The old German spoke with authority still despite his dejected looks. ‘So long as they are just talking we should wait. If we interfere it may make things worse. You know this as well as I Teresa…’

Barely a second after he said it both Christian and Terry jumped and drew breath sharply. ‘He is hitting her!’

Christian’s appalled exclamation was drowned out by Terry’s outraged shout ‘Stop that you filthy animal!’

Nobody was quick enough to stop her as she hurtled past an open-mouthed Tom and out of the door, deftly evading the one militia man left guarding them. Briefly he trained his weapon after her, but the others were all on their feet and Tom was halfway towards the door himself. The young Matu was wide-eyed and frightened and swung the gun around nervously as Tom came to an abrupt halt with the three others cannoning into his back. They could all hear Terry yelling like a banshee and the clergyman screaming back at her in rapid French. Their guard was getting a grip and gestured fiercely for them to get back. They all hurried back to the little window, all four of them craning around to try and see what was happening outside.

‘They are not wicked! They are frightened you devil-spawn!’ Terry’s eyes blazed with fury. ‘What did they ever do to you?’ Her French was suddenly fluent again after all these years. She was still scared as hell, but her anger was aflame now and it carried her on, passionately determined to stop this craven traitor who dared to declare himself a Man of God, no matter what it took.

‘Keep out of this you snivelling worm!’ he snarled. ‘These women are less then pigs and they must come back to Zyanda with us!’ He snapped at one of the men with a rifle. ‘Get this stupid foreigner back inside or kill her!’ He turned his mad eyes back on Terry. ‘Go back to your no-good ghosts before I really lose my temper!’

……………

Tom’s gaze strayed to the window again to the women and girls cringing away from the Matu guards. They were looking at the nun as though she were mad. Never, never again did he want to see people that petrified with terror. He turned back to Henryk and saw his own concern echoed. ‘She is my best friend and the kindest, strongest person I know. I love her like my sister and I’ll do anything I can to help her.’ Henryk smiled up at him. ‘She deserves to have such good friends Tom.’

‘He says you can both go out to get the lady.’ Christian’s voice broke in on them. He looked worried and tired too. ‘He says his grandfather is the one holding the rifle – that he will not hurt her, but the other one – their leader – he is a very angry man who will listen to no one. He will kill her himself if she does not stop. You must hurry.’

Henryk sighed and looked at Tom then back at Christian. ‘Thank you my friend. And tell the young soldier thank you also for us please. You will look after my wife for me until I get back?’ Christian smiled shyly and nodded his head at the two Europeans.

‘You take much care Pastor, and you my friend.’

Tom forced a big smile at the quietly spoken young man and at the guard as he and Henryk walked calmly out of the school house into the strong African noonday sun.

Other Tanzanian chapters
Here be Dragons – Sophie arrives in Tanzania to take up her new post at the Teresa Olatunde Community Hospital, helping others come to terms with terrible memories even as she lays her own past to rest.

Hard Rains – the rains come late and hard and Sophie is caught up in a natural disaster, just after a herdsman is brought in with gunshot wounds after a brutal encounter with hardened, well-equipped poachers.

Angels of the Abyss – as police arrive at the devastation, it emerges that the poachers have far more sinister origins and Mgakera sends a convoy with food and shelter for the stricken community, while Luey flies more medical aid in.

Author Bio:
I live near Launceston in Cornwall, UK with Toby and Benji the Springer Spaniels – it’s a tie between us all as to who’s maddest, but as I outrank them in being weird anyway it’s not open to debate really.
I’m physically lazy with things that don’t hold much interest for me (so that’s mostly housework and, increasingly, cooking…), but I love where we live, mainly because I chose it for being so quiet and off the beaten track, very close to the moors and quite near to the sea.

I also love books, both to write and to read, the latter of which can be very eclectic (I enjoy Julian Barnes, Kate Atkinson, Jeanette Winterson and will happily admit to Jilly Cooper too) but in the main I’m heavily into SF&F, particularly Tolkien, Terry Pratchett and Julian May, although I can pass on Zombie Apocalypses fairly easily…

…how I’ve chosen to write about Africa for my first novel may be something of a surprise to my friends, but if you read it you may find that all of the above information manifests in there somehow!

Future projects include a futuristic fantasy series, loosely grounded in Celtic myth – The Shadow Chronica (http://havenlands.blogspot.co.uk/), which is kind of stalled at present, but I’ll be dusting it off as summer gets in full flood with the first novel hopefully available at the tail end of 2016.

Book Blurb:
Milele Safari back blurb – Milele Safari – An Eternal Journey …twines around a single day, in an unremarkable border village that snuffs out the lives of four people and shatters many others, only to draw the survivors back to a different time and, perhaps, a hope of atonement and peace. Step out on the journey and discover an Africa that could have been, is and might one day come to be.

Book links –
Amazon (print & eBook) – http://www.amazon.com/dp/0992747201/http://www.amazon.com/dp/0992747201/
Barnes & Noble (print only) – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/milele-safari-an-eternal-journey-janette-mary-hawke/1117529970?ean=9780992747206 http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/milele-safari-an-eternal-journey-janette-mary-hawke/1117529970?ean=9780992747206
Milele Safari blog – http://milelesafari.blogspot.co.uk/p/taster-1.html http://milelesafari.blogspot.co.uk/p/taster-1.html
Book Trailer – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkJsS5vtJjg

Social Media links
Twitter – @JanHawke
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Top Ten Things Not to do on July Fourth

June 29, 2015June 28, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 56 Comments

Since this weekend is the Fourth of July holiday, I hunted my archives to find last year’s list so I could just duplicate it and call it a day. I found out very quickly that I didn’t do a fourth of July top ten list last year or the year before or ever. So as if to imitate the old saying “work is the curse of the drinking class” I had to get on the keyboard and create something. I hope you like it.

Top Ten Things Not to do on July Fourth

10 On July, Fourth do not keep saying Happy Birthday America since everyone knows that. If you do, at best you will get repeated eye rolls (suspect you wouldn’t care). At worst, you will notice yourself alone much of the day.

9 On July, Fourth do not bake a cake and put candles on top. If you do, at best no one will be able to blow them out. (There are supposed to be 239 of them not including the one to grow on) At worst, you will find someone to blow them out along with the side wall of your dining room.

8 On July Fourth do not think beer was made to be rendered extinct. If you do, at best your body will give you some dramatic warning signs that it is time to go home. At worst you will ignore those signs and have some lovely “did I really say that?” moments the next day.

7 On July Fourth do not think you can avoid the kiddie tricycle parade (especially if your next door neighbor is the organizer). If you do, at best your kids will think you should be turned into the government as an anarchist (they won’t know what that means) At worst, the Homeland Security Agent will find the story very amusing while he fills out your extradition papers to Guantanamo.

6 On July, Fourth do not put red, white and blue food dye in anything. (Although it might be tempting) If you do, at best your party goers will look like the before photo of the Orthodontist. At worst someone will laugh out loud at a joke just after a full gulp of your doctored brew in front of your new white silk couch. (You can imagine how the red, white and blue through the nose pattern spray effect do not go with the glove gray chair and ottoman.

5 On July, Fourth do not invite your boss to your house for a cookout. If you do, at best no matter what you cook they will be allergic to it. At worst the allergy is one of those things that can only be stopped with an emergency ball point pen to the trachea. (Your boss will not take kindly to the blue ink throat tattoo even though it was a lifesaver).

4 On July, Fourth do not be the one to authorize fireworks in front of your house. If you do, at best the rest of the neighborhood will disappear when the police arrive. (Leaving you to explain the smoldering remains of what looks like World War III) At worst, the direction of the fireworks will have a trajectory such that ground zero for landing will be your roof. (Where much excitement and the fire department will be concentrated).

3 On July, Fourth do not volunteer to host the block party this year. If you do at best, you will hope the home makeover will be cheaper this year. At worst, you will be denied a Federal designation of a disaster area and not be eligible for relief funds.

2 On July, Fourth do not allow the grill master to be in charge no matter how many feelings get hurt. If you do, at best the char on everything can be removed with little effect. At worst, you will be calling for pizza delivery right after the call to the fire department.

1 On July, Fourth do not think that a couple of more drinks will not do you any harm. If you do, at best just the fact that you have rationalized a couple more will haunt you tomorrow. At worst, you will wake up tomorrow making the same promise not to do that ever again and asking someone to shoot you. (They won’t of course)