Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 231 by 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 next 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 Monday.”

The Photo

Kreative Kue #231

Again by John W. Howell © 2019

“Alphie come look.”

“What is is m’ love?”

“The rubbish bid has been tipped again.”

“Ack those boys.”

“Yes, and you need to set it right.”

“Me? Why not just let the rubbish blokes take care of it?”

“You know full well those blighters won’t lift a finger to right the thing. They’ll just pass by.”

“Okay but I’m getting distraught with this goings-on.”

“I know, dear, but what can we do?”

“Post a camera out by the bin and catch the little maggots who are doing this mischief.”

“Good idea. Let’s see. A camera and line feed couldn’t be more than two hundred pounds—”

“I get it, Bertie. For two-hundred pounds I can make many trips to the bin.”

“There we are, my smart man. Now pop off and set the bin right and I’ll put the water on for a lovely cuppa.”

“Ah, the shortest distance to getting what you want done, is through a tea strainer.”

“And a wee scone.”

“Be still my beating heart.”

“Now go on with ya and wear your scarf. It looks like a bit of chill in the air.”

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the Gym

Top Ten Things Not to Do

 

This week in history had some pretty serious things going on, and not one was something I could mock without appearing disrespectful. (I guess Babe Ruth’s 60th home run in 1927 could be an exception, but I have already done a ballpark top ten) So, I have begun going to the gym again (after a broken kneecap), so I thought it would be fun to restate some things not to do if you go to a gym.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the Gym

10 If you go to the gym, do not wear your workboots on the treadmill. If you do, at best, they are clean. At worst, these are the same boots you wore to the barn cleaning. (Well now you’ve done it, Jabari. You’ve caked the ellipsis with old Dobber’s straw and poop. I think this might be the last day of your membership.)

9 If you go to the gym, do not point out to Tiny the WWF champ the  “Do Not Drop Barbells” sign. If you do, at best he’ll think you are pointing to the water fountain. At worst, Tiny, who just left his narcissist support group, will wonder why you are so rude as to ask him to follow the rules. ( Tiny has a way to handle what he thinks are nasty folks, Jabbar. He takes them for a helicopter spin and body drop, which only hurts for a little while.)

8 If you go to the gym, do not aks the guy who has three hundred pounds pressed overhead for the time. If you do, at best, he will have a sense of humor. At worst, you will break the lifter’s concentration. (Nice going, Jabir. You and he are now in the basement after the drop of the weights took you both through the floor. I would suggest you get up and get out quickly before he comes to.)

7 If you go to the gym, do not forget to wipe off any of the equipment that you sweated up. If you do, at best someone else will do it. At worst, a committee will form to convince you to begin. (Don’t look now, Jaccob but the committee is armed with spray disinfectant, and I think you may be the machine they intend to wipe down.)

6 If you go to the gym, do not carry on a cellphone conversation while working out. If you do, at best, the place will be empty. At worst, those around you want you to die. ( As a second choice, Jacinto you will be able to find your phone in the ten-foot end of the pool.)

5 If you go to the gym, do not finish that hero sandwich while riding the stationary bike. If you do, at best you only had two bites left. At worst, once you really got going the crumbs, lettuce and onion bits are blown everywhere. ( What a sight, Jacky. You look like a confetti machine on New Year’s Eve. Now go get a vacuum machine and clean this stuff up.)

4 If you go to the gym, do not think that wife-beater t-shirt that says “People Suck,” is appropriate exercise wear. If you do, at best, you’ll be totally ignored. At worse, the biggest guy in the gym walks over and says, “I’m a people.” (Well now, Jacobson you have a choice. Fight or flee. I would suggest the latter thank you.)

3 If you go to the gym, do not moan out loud with each lift of the weights. If you do, at best everyone will be listening to music. At worst, everyone will be making faces behind your back. (I hope you are happy, Jacoby. There is an entire mime show going on behind you to the delight of the performers.)

2 If you go to the gym, do not keep wearing the same unwashed exercise clothes. If you do, at best no one is near you. At worst, people keep wondering aloud who is hiding the Limburger cheese. (Normally you wouldn’t care, Jacquin but the pack of dogs following you are becoming a pain.)

1 If you go to the gym, do not work the New York Times crossword puzzle while on the treadmill. If you do, at best, your no hands workout is an accomplishment. At worst, your attempt at no hands treadmill work is a disaster. ( Don’t worry, Jacquelin no one laughed when you went teacart over teacups at the end of the treadmill. Well, almost no one. Okay everyone but the guy eating the hero laughed.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Heritage Wrap Up

Last week we took a long look at the Leibolt cabin. I checked some previous posts and saw there were some heritage points that I have not shown. So this week completes the heritage collection of Lakeway. I hope you enjoy

Views of the Neighborhood

The first store in Lakeway called the Country Store built in 1969.

The plaque on the store.

This building was built in 1996 on the site of The Lakeway Land Company headquarters which burned down in 1979.

The marker.

The flagpole on the Live Oak Country Club grounds was the first community flag pole and was the focal point for the beginning of the Fourth of July parade. It was installed in 1977.

The flagpole marker.

The Lakeway Land office where lots were sold for $4000.

The first house built in Lakeway.

Not part of the heritage trail but thought this wind mobile was colorful.

The Blocker Home built in 1964 by one of the founding families of Lakeway.

The Blocker Home marker.

The “Little Grass Shack” built in 1970 and was Lakeway’s largest home at that time.

The Little Grass Shack marker.

The site of the first pay telephone (and first telephone in Lakeway) installed in 1962.

The telephone marker.

I hope you enjoyed the little outing today.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Ent, Ten, Net”

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again and this week’s prompt has been conjured up by Dan Antion. Rather than try to paraphrase the prompt here are Dan’s words.

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ent” “ten” “net.” Use one, use two, or use all three (bonus points for using two, double-bonus points for using all three). As Linda would say, use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

If you would like to run yourself ragged in the quest for enjoyment, visit Linda Hill’s blog to read how. Here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 28/19

Ent, Ten, Net by John W. Howell © 2019

“What is that pin on your jacket?”

“It’s my personality.”

“You have no personality but for the sake of answering the question, what does ENTJ mean?”

“It’s a score from a test.”

“Okay, now I know a lot more than I did. What test?”

“Meyers-Briggs personality test. Each letter stands for a personality trait.”

“Can you take ten seconds and net it out for me?”

“Sure. ENTJs are natural and decisive leaders. They are analytical, efficient, and hardworking. They live in a world of ideas and have a great ability to debate.”

“Whaaaat???? This does not sound like you at all. Was this one of those things you do on Twitter or the internet?”

“No, it’s more scientific than that. There are a series of questions you answer to the best of your ability.”

“You obviously cheated off the person next to you.”

“Very funny. I’ve taken the test ten times, and it always comes up the same.”

“Is the person next to you the same each time?”

“Okay, you don’t have to recognize my type, but I know I’m a natural leader.”

“What have you led lately?”

“That is beside the point. I know I have the ability now all I need is the opportunity.”

“Okay, I have a leadership opportunity for you.”

“I’m ready.”

“Decide where we go for lunch.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“See my point exactly.”

“Yeah? Well, when we get there, I’ll buy.”

“Now, there is a leader. How much do you have on you?”

“Ten bucks.”

“Net after-tax, ten should be enough.”

“While there, I’ll explain some of my entrepreneur ideas.”

“The tension is killing me. Let’s go and start some networking and maybe enter the Shark Tank competition.”

“You aren’t making much sense.”

“Yeah, just trying to squeeze in more prompt words.”

“Let’s get to lunch before you have a nettlesome ten stage entropic episode.”

“Boom.”

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

TGIF

Today is Friday. Hold on. If that is news to anyone it is definitely time for a relook at your priorities. Yes, it is the last workday of the week. Yahoo. Always nice to recognize Friday.

This week has been pretty typical. I managed to meet my 1000 word a day goal and now my WIP stands at above 89,000. If I do seven more thousand next week the first draft will be done and total 96,000 words. Of course, the conclusion could come crashing in at fewer words but either way it will be done next week. (God willing and the creek don’t rise.)

Then the editing and rewrite will begin at the expense of the few hairs I have left.

I spent some time this week on Amazon ads. There was a weeklong workshop in which I participated. It was informative and gave me some pretty good ideas about Amazon advertising. I have vowed to conquer this beast or die trying. We’ll see how it goes.

I raised some concern about views and the need to maybe change some things on the blog. I took a look this week at visits to my blog in contrast to just looking at views and for the most part the visits are pretty consistant. Long story short I’m going to leave the format alone but continue to keep monatoring.

Today’s JohnKu talks about continued review of our chosen path to make certain it is still relevant. I hope you have a great weekend.

Oversight by John W. Howell © 2019

The path well travelled,

Should be evaluated . . .

So you won’t get lost.

 

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy

Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey Lucy. Look at this new material.”

“Yeah. Little one. The others just couldn’t stand up to us.”

“I don’t know what that means. Look a deer.”

“It means that you and I are pretty hard on couches. You know laying around on them and all.”

“What’s that black thing on the floor?”

“It’s a mid century modern accent rug.”

“Why are you standing like a bronze horse in the park? Look another deer.”

“I’m keeping an eye out for mom. Not sure she’s going to appreaciate you on the couch.”

 

“I think she is fine with it.”

Author Andrew Joyce’s Mahoney On Sale for $0.99

Today I’m hosting a favorite author, Andrew Joyce to let you know his outstanding book, Mahoney is on sale today through September 30th for $0.99. That is 1/4 the cost of a Starbucks and way more rewarding.

Mahoney

You can buy it HERE

In this compelling, richly researched novel, author Andrew Joyce tells a riveting story of adventure, endurance, and hope as the Mahoney clan fights to gain a foothold in America.

In the second year of a Gorta Mhór—the Great Famine—nineteen-year-old Devin Mahoney lies on the dirt floor of his small, dark cabin. He has not eaten in five days. His only hope of survival is to get to America, the land of milk and honey. After surviving disease and storms at sea that decimate crew and passengers alike, Devin’s ship limps into New York Harbor three days before Christmas, 1849. Thus starts an epic journey that will take him and his descendants through one hundred and fourteen years of American history, including the Civil War, the Wild West, and the Great Depression.

Here is my review of the book which I consider a must-read.

Mahoney by Andrew Joyce

Andrew Joyce has crafted a marvelous story that can best be described as exceptionally well written historical fiction. He has taken three generations of the Mahoney family from the dirt floor of their humble cabin in county Cork Ireland to grand adventures in the United States. Make no mistake, it is a long a perilous journey but filled with exceptional characterizations. The story takes in the time frame from the potato famine in Ireland to the Great Depression.

Mr. Joyce takes in a broad sweep of historical venue in his storytelling. A less talented author would get lost in the details or fail to keep the reader on the edge of their seat. Not so with this story. There are historical backdrops which serve to highlight the scenes developed with great care. The history does not overshadow the tale but adds a sense of relevance to what is being told. It is almost like the author intended us to tag along as he laid out what could only be described as world-building at the highest level.

The main characters have an authenticity not usually found in a novel that deals with generations of the family. It would be all too easy to plunk down some stereotypical generational shifts. Here is where Mr. Joyce excels. The three generations live extraordinary lives filled with adventure and a few twists that keep the story interesting. In the end, it is plain that the story of the family Mahoney is epic.  There is enough adventure, excitement, and plot surprises to entertain any one reading this book.

If you would like a book that is filled with intriguing characters, fast-moving plot, and writing that sometimes takes your breath away, this one is for you.

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

“I can almost smell Friday, Lucy.”
“Better nose than mine Little One.”

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we got yet another surprise in the form of a billionaire who kindly asked Andrew and Larry to go back to Boston. It looks like whoever is the top dog they are pretty influential in getting a billionaire in their hip pocket. Well, the offer has been made, and the billionaire is waiting for Larry’s response. Let’s hustle cause I think we all would like to know what Larry has to say.

“Do we have a deal, Mr. Nobel? I don’t think so.”

“Uh, Mr. Dunfee, I would think over my offer very carefully if I were you.”

“Excuse me Larry but can you and I have a moment?”

“Mr. Nobel is there a place Andrew and I can talk?”

“I’ll leave, and you can have this room.”

“No offense but we need to talk in private. How about the front porch?”

“By all means. Let me call Terrance to escort you there.”

“No need. We left breadcrumbs.”

“Huh? Oh, I get it a joke. Very well, I’ll wait for you here.”

“Come on, Andrew. Let’s go outside.”

“Right behind you, boss.”

“Okay, we are out of earshot, Andrew. What do you want to say?”

“I think the best course of action is for us to get back to Boston and conduct our investigation from there.”

“What the hell, Andrew. We have a search warrant burning a hole in our pocket, and we are only steps away from proving Rafferty’s wife lied to us and we can hopefully get some proof that she was in the hotel here in South Lake Tahoe when she said she was in Boston.”

“I know, I know. Is trying to prove someone lied worth getting your head shot off?”

“You really think those bozos would do that?”

“Did you look at them?”

“Well yeah, of course.”

“Then yes. I think they could do that.”

“Okay so we go back to Boston. How do we conduct the investigation?”

“I think we get the DA to issue a few warrants and get to the truth that way.”

“That does make some sense.”

“We are on our own here, Larry. You already got a hole in your shoulder, and for what?”

“Justice.”

“Fine we can still get Justice from Boston, and we will be in our own jurisdiction.”

“Okay Andrew. I’m going to take your advice, after all, I’m paying you too much to simply ignore it.”

“Spoken like a true boss, boss.”

“Let’s go back inside and let ole Jason Nobel know he has a deal.”

“Excellent.”

“If this goes south, I’m going to kick your butt.”

“I will happily receive such a kick, your lordship.”

“You know Andrew, sometimes you take the fun out of things.”

“My plan, sir.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue by 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 next 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 Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #230

My Ride by John W. Howell © 2019

“So where are you?”

“I’m standing under the stop sign.”

“Which stop sign?”

“Um let me see.

“The one at the Citroën dealer.”

“The Citroën dealer? Why there?”

“When you ordered your Uber you said you were at the car dealer.”

“That is true. I guess I forgot to mention which dealer.”

“Excuse me? You said, car dealer. That’s all you needed to say.”

“Okay but I still don’t see you.”

“Where are you?”

“At the Ford dealer.”

“Mon Dieu.”

“Mon Dieu? Why Mon Dieu?”

“You must be an American.”

“How do you know.”

“A car is a Citroën. You should have said you were at the Ford dealer.”

“You are French right?”

“Zut Alors. Of course, I’m French. You are in France in case you have misplaced your mind.”

“I guess I should call for another ride.”

“You can do that, but there is a small problem.”

“Which is?”

“I’m the only Uber driver this side of Auzances.”

“But I’m in Auzances.”

“Well, then good luck to you.”

“You don’t serve Auzances?”

“Non.” You will be pleased to know an American drives in Auzances.”

“Well, goodbye then.”

“Bon chance. You will need it.”

“Why’s that?”

“He drives a Citroën.”

 

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do While Invading Canada with Ethan Allen in 1775

 

Top Ten things not to do

This week marks the 245th anniversary of Ethan Allen’s capture by the British during his ill-fated attempt to capture Montreal. You may recall Ethan Allen was the American revolution’s first hero by capturing Fort Ticonderoga on Lake Champlain. The Fort gave the Revolutionary army almost 100 state-of-the-art captured cannons and artillery pieces. These were later used to significant effect in defeating the British army.

Unfortunately, after his Canadian invasion failure, Allen spent the next 30 months in prison in England and Ireland. He was finally released in trade for a British officer. He returned to Valley Forge where Washington gave him a hero’s welcome. I’m sure you all would like to take a time trip back there and join Ethan in what was an exciting adventure. Sure it didn’t end well for Ethan but was a moment in history well remembered. Also, take this list and stay out of trouble.

Top Ten Things Not to Do While Ivading Canada with Ethan Allen in 1775.

10 If you are invading Canada, do not think the 130 men with you are going to overpower the British. If you do, at best the British powder got wet in the rain. At worst, facing an overwhelming force all but 32 of the men ran away. ( So here you are, Jaiden left with Colonial Allen and 31 other idiots. Those red coat muskets look pretty worrisome. Maybe surrender is the best course here. After all, you always liked a proper English breakfast.)

9 If you are invading Canada, do not get in the way of Tiny the WWF champ as he is making a fast exit to the rear. If you do, at best he might run around you, At worst, having just tossed his musket at the British he may use you as his next withdrawal device. (Don’t worry, Jarvis. Tiny is only going to throw you at those advancing troops. Best to hope you don’t land on the bayonets though.)

8 If you are invading Canada, do not mess with your French Canadian fellow invader’s poutine. If you do, at best they’ll just throw it away. At worst, you’ll hear the expression “sacrebleu” before being slapped in the face with a glove. (Nice going, Jakob. You messed with the man’s cheese curds, and now you are fifty paces from a lead ball.)

7 If you are invading Canada, do not be tempted to join the boys in a Molson ale or two. If you do, at best, you’ll run out. At worst, someone will turn up another barrel. (Okay, so the invasion is a bust, Jett. A few more ales and the British could take your head for all you care.)

6 If you are invading Canada, do not try to sing “Alouette,” to relieve tension. If you do, at best, you’ll be told to be quiet. At worst, your Canadian French will be so awful you’ll help un off a few of the men. (The song is about plucking the feathers off a lark, Joss. Just how much tension did you think that would help relieve? )

5 If you are invading Canada, do not call your fellow French Canadian warriors hoser. If you do, at best they hadn’t heard the term. At worse, they have played hockey and know it is Canadian hockey slang for a loser. (Since losing teams had to hose down the ice after games I think you might be in trouble, Jere. These guys look like they want another game with you as the puck.)

4 If you are invading Canada, If you should shoot a British soldier, do not say, “sorry.” If you do, at best the soldier won’t hear you. At worst, you will give him a reason to overcome his wound and chase you down. (That’s right, Jimmie. Keep on running. You may get to Poughkeepsie before he catches you.)

3 If you are invading Canada, do not ask your British captors for a Cuban cigar. If you do, at best they’ll think you are joking. At worst, they will want to know what a Cuban cigar is and how you came to know about them. ( Yeah, You’ve opened a can of worms, Jerrett. Wait until you get to the part where Cuban cigars are banned in the US. You’ll have em stumped for sure. “That firing squad is here for what reason?” You ask)

2 If you are invading Canada, don’t ask your Canadian compatriots what “eh” means. If you do, at best, you’ll get a cold French Canadian stare. At worst, the definition will be followed by use in a sentence. (The sentence is “I suppose you think you know it all, eh?” Now is the time to grab your musket and head south, Jean.)

1 If you are invading Canada, do not make jokes on the word “about.” If you do, at best, you’ll get no laughs. At worst, the biggest guy in the French Canadian group swore the next American who says “a boot” for “about” will die. (I hate to tell you,  Jaafan but the last one who said “a boot” just left.)