A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey, Lucy. What do you want to play?

“I think we could play tag.”

“Sounds good to me. How about you’re it.”

“Yeah, I think that is about right.”

“Don’t catch me too soon, Lucy.”

“Geez, kid I gave you a fifteen length head start.”

“Okay, you got me. Now I’m it.”

“You almost make me laugh Little one. You catch me? I don’t think so.”

“Go ahead and run, Lucy. I’ll give you a head start.”

“I guess I could saunter off, Twiggy.”

“So I got you.”

“You sure did, Little Potato.”

“I was wondering.”

“Uh, I always hate it when you are wondering.”

“Is Bailey at the hospital again?”

“No Little one she isn’t. She feels fine and is in a wonderful place.”

“Will we see her again?”

“Yes, we will all be together again.”

“I sure miss her.”

“We all do, Little One. But, don’t worry. She is very happy, and we should be happy for her. Now, it is my turn to be it.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA Hump Day – Bailey is at Peace

I normally have a story today, but with deep sadness I want you to know that Bailey has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. On Sunday it was clear she was starting to experience difficulty. The time came to seek help in ending her journey here and let her begin a new chapter over the Rainbow bridge.

I have posted a few photos that have been seen on the A Little Personal feature.

We will miss her.

Thank you for all the support and helpful words during this time of challenge for our family.

Bailey

“Why, yes Pops. I am beautiful.”

“Hey, you guys. What are you doing?”

Bailey

“Summer and a back roll. Nothing finer.”

 

Bailey

“Do I really need to play with that Little Potato?”

“This is living.”

“I’m telling you little one, this water will be deep, so be careful.”

Bailey

“I think you are in my spot.”

Bailey and Twiggy

“Pops. What the heck have you and mom done?”

“Hey, kids. It’s the UPS truck heading our way”

Bailey

“I bet it would be helpful to have thumbs.”

“Man I hate it when they back up.”

“My kingdom and an interloper.”

So long, for now, Bailey girl. We’ll meet again.

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Singing of Silent Night in 1818

Silent Night.

This Top Ten list of what not to do continues with a historical backdrop. On December 24th, 1818 the Christmas carol “Silent Night” composed by Franz Xaver Gruber was first sung at St Nicholas parish church in Oberndorf, Austria. If you time travel there here is a list that might keep you from making a mistake and prepare you for a Merry Christmas.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Singing of Silent Night in 1818 by John W. Howell © 2018

10 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not sing off-key. If you do, at best the crowd will cover you up. At worst, the choir director will call a couple of big guys and have you removed. (We know you love to sing, Gerrald. You just have to sing more quietly.)

9  If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not try to avoid making a contribution in the collection plate being passed by Tiny the WWF champ. If you do, at best Tiny won’t notice. At worst, Tiny who has just promised 10% of his earnings to the church, will take offense. (Being held upside down and shaken until the coins fall is not the best thing, Gerritt. Sure beats a windmill body slam though.)

8 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not wear your “Happy Birthday JC,” Christmas sweater. If you do, at best most will not understand the message. At worst, a six foot seven Knight of the Templer will take it upon himself to eliminate your sweater ( I think I would offer to take the garment off and do some kind of penance, Giacomo. Otherwise, he is going to keep applying pressure to your head.)

7 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not arrive late for the service. If you do, at best there will be a seat in the back pew. At worst, you will be directed to the front bench. (While you are taking that long walk, Gibson the director is holding his baton in mid-air waiting for you to reach your seat. Good thing you wore a red scarf. Your face matches it correctly.)

6 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not think you know the words and avoid using the hymnal. If you do, at best you’ll only be noticed by a few. At worst, the entire congregation will be nudging each other and pointing as you get most wrong. ( You can almost feel the mocking, can’t you, Gille? Wait until you turn around to leave.)

5 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not fall asleep during the sermon. If you so, at best only the priest will know. At worst, your snoring is the subject of more than a few giggles. (Sadly, the priest decides to use you as an example of the sinning world. Oh, and don’t compliment the priest on his sermon on the way out, Gimle)

4 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not finish that 32-ounce tankard before you arrive at the service. If you do, at best the service will be short. At worst, the service turns into the highest mass with the most ritual possible. (After the first hour you are now beginning to openly sweat, Girisha. I would pray harder for mercy.)

3 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not wear your Long Live France t-shirt. If you do, at best most will not remember the War of the Seventh Coalition in 1815. At worst, most of the congregation are veterans of the war. (It looks like you have hit a sore point, Guiliano. I think you might want to exit through the side door.)

2 If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not go a-wassailing for too many wassails before the service. If you do, at best the cold night air will straighten you out. At worst, you’ll accidentally do a header into the pew in front of you. (I know you just meant to bow your head, Gleipnif. Try telling that to the spinster on whom you are laying.)

1  If you are at the first singing of Silent Night, do not try to sneak out without shaking the priest’s hand. If you do, at best the side door will be unlocked. At worse, you choose the wrong door and realize you are now in the priest’s vestment room. (Funny how that door locked behind you, Godfrey. You will now have the pleasure of explaining precisely what you are doing here once the priest is finished shaking hands.)

 

Views of the Neighborhood – The Enchanted Forest

As Christmas approaches, Port Aransas celebrates the season with its annual Enchanted Forest sponsored by the Department of Parks and Recreation. The forest is put up in the community center and is a collection of trees decorated by local businesses and organizations.

The community center welcomes folks from around the country to the Enchanted forest inside.

A family from Oklahoma had a swell time.

Enchanted Forest

This is a backdrop for Christmas card photos.

Tiny display in the corner.

Each tree was done by a separate organization. The signs below identified the group.

More trees. The lights on the floor gave the feeling of a path through the forest

Looking back toward the entrance.

A polar bear

The Port A Strong tree.

Three snowmen. The center was pretty dark, but my iPhone made it appear lighter.

a golden tree and a tree of stars.

Frosty of course.

Thank you for coming along and a very Happy Holiday to all.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Tin.”

Stream of Consciousness

 

Aggregating my thoughts today made  me realize it is Stream of Consciousness Saturday and this weeks prompt is “tin.” Linda Hill instructs that we can use the word of a word containing “tin.” She also advises having fun and offers bonus points if we begin and end the post with the word “tin” or a word with “tin” in it. So now you know why there is an unusual beginning to this post.  If you would like an aneurysm, please participate. You can do that by visiting Linda Hill’s blog and reading up on the latest mental health methods. Here is the link.  https://lindaghill.com/2018/12/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-22-18/

Tin by John W. Howell © 2018

“This sign will be pinpointing some of my neighbor’s flaws.”

“I think you might be overreacting.”

“To someone who is afflicting me with such aggravation.”

“Tell me the situation, and maybe I can be helpful in deflecting your anger.”

“The guy lets his dog use my yard as a privy and is tainting my environment.”

“Did you have a conversation about the urinating?”

“Of course I did. He began advocating that it was really my fault.”

“Your fault? That must have been aggravating.”

“I’ll say. The brigantine suggested that I build a fence.”

“That does sound like he is conflating the issue.”

“I’d love to know what that means. It’s like I’m consorting with Merriam Webster.”

“It means mixing two elements. I think he is detracting from the real issue.”

“Yeah, no kidding. That’s why I’m dedicating this sign to him.”

“For what it is worth I think you will be escalating the tension.”

“I don’t see how. All this sign says is keep your dog off my property you disgusting idiot you.”

“What if someone put that up and was pointing to restricting your behavior?”

“If I were committing the same offense, I would expect it.”

“Well then, I guess I’m reluctantly consenting to your move.”

“Thank you so much for the attempt at correcting my behavior, but I must do this.”

“Need a hammer for detonating what I’m sure will be WWIII?”

“Very funny. I hope the guy at least finds this sign disrupting.”

“I think you will be ratcheting the tension ”

“I certainly hope so. By the way, do you have any turpentine?”

 

Friday John Ku – AKA – TGIF

 

“This is what Friday’s are meant to be.”

Friday again. It is the last Friday before Christmas. I hope you have all your shopping done. I know I do. (Thank heavens)

This week has been busy. I finally got some help from Grammarly. Guess what they came up with? Uninstall the existing program and reinstall a new one. Can you say DUH? I mean if that was the solution why give me a trial and error week? I should have just done that myself. (Gotta stop again. After all, it is the Holidays and I have a working program.)

Bailey is beginning to be picky about her food. We just got in a supply of the food she loved and she now doesn’t like it. We have gone to chicken which she thinks is fine for now. If and when she is no longer interested in food, we know she is telling us the time is near. We will keep offering her choices in order not to make the mistake of thinking she is asking for some relief. As long as she is eating we know she is interested in being with us. Sadly the end result is known and it is hard to imagine we will have to let her go. Bailey came to us nine years ago on Christmas.

As her stewards, we need to keep her interests as primary. Today’s John Ku tries to avoid the obvious and talks about the best Christmas gifts.

Christmas by John W. Howell © 2018

The best Christmas gifts,

Are not measured by how much. . .

But rather by love.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy, Bailey , and Lucy Terrorize the Neighborhood

Twiggy, Lucy , and Bailey

“Hey, Bailey. Have you seen our moo cow impersonations?”

“Boy Twiggy you look more like an oink-oink to me.”

“What’s that on your foot, Bailey?”

“When I was in the hospital they shaved my foot to give me medication.”

“Did you know about the shaved foot, Lucy.”

“Yes, I did Little One. It was necessary.”

“Twiggy, take a look.”

“At what, Lucy?”

“Look at those people over there.”

“What are they doing?”

“Getting ready to attack us.”

“Let’s go get ’em.”

“That a kid. Bark ’em into submission.”

“They are turning away and going somewhere else.”

“Looks like you took care of them, Twiggy.”

“It does doesn’t it.”

“We do have to remain alert, Lucy.”

“I know right? You can never tell when they will be back.”

“If they come back I’m ready for ’em. Does this bulldog stance make me look bigger?”

“Frighteningly so. Little one. Even I wouldn’t mess with you.

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Twiggy
“Lucy. Wake up. I hear Friday at the door.”
“It’s only Wednesday Little Potato. Hit snooze.”

It is Wednesday Story Day, and last week we went with Larry to question Ned Dixon about what he might know regarding any money connection to Sandusky’s murder. We were shocked to find out Sandusky had set up a trust for an unnamed beneficiary that is now worth fifteen million dollars. We also found out that whoever tries to claim the money must show up at the bank with a key to Sandusky’s safe deposit box. The box contains a protocol which the beneficiary must satisfy. I think we were gobsmacked to find all this out. You have to wonder what Larry thinks of all of this. Wait there was another point. Sandusky took out a loan based on an agreement signed by the notorious cartel leader, Cortez. Let’s go to Larry’s office and find out what he is thinking.

 

“So, Andrew. Do you believe all this shit?”

“I must say there are more twists in this case than a rattler on an anthill.”

“Where di you get that saying?”

“I just made it up.”

”You are on the East Coast for heaven’s sake. That good ole boy analogy doesn’t seem to fit.”

“I guess it must be these new boots I bought.”

“Handsome for sure. Drop the Western crap.”

“Yes sir, boss.”

“Can do without cool hand Luke as well.”

“What is bothering you today.”

“We are no closer to finding out who killed Sandusky than we were before we started. Also, we know that Cortez is somehow wrapped up in this thing which has the potential to make our lives a living nightmare.”

“Maybe we should just let sleeping dogs lie.”

“Easy for you to say. You don’t have a spirit hounding you every night.”

“We need to think this one through. Gloria said to follow the money, and now we have more questions than answers.”

“Let’s take a step back then. We know Sandusky and Louis were successful in developing a new surgical procedure, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“We also know Cortez signed an agreement to pay for it.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“We do not know what the Cartel wanted to do with the procedure.”

“So far you are stating the obvious.”

“We have to ask ourselves another question.”

“Which is?”

“Why did we have to hear all this from the banker and not Louis?”

“Well, now that is an excellent question.”

“Is it possible the cartel did pay Louis, and he stiffed the bank?”

“Another good question.”

“The answers are with Louis. We need to talk to him again. I’ll bet he can tell us what the cartel intended to do with the procedure as well.”

“I have a feeling you are right. So follow the money leads back to Louis.”

“Yup. There is also one good point about talking to Louis.”

“Which is?”

“We put off trying to talk to Cortez.”

“Which means we put off a major hell till later. I’m all about that.”

“You have Louis’ number.”

“I do.”

“Let’s call and set up a time to talk.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Creative Kue # 201 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, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”

The photo

Kreative Kue #201

The Wait by John W. Howell © 2018

“What the heck is he doing?”

“Let me adjust my scope. Ah yes. He is eating.”

“Eating? What is he eating?”

“Looks like sunflower seeds.”

“God in heaven.  I hope he doesn’t plan to sit there and eat a bag of sunflower seeds.”

“I think that is exactly what he is going to do.”

“You don’t think he is connected to Mendoza do you?”

“I think that is some schlub who is on holiday. His license plate is from the Avignon area.”

“He could be a mule you know.”

“I don’t think so. What mule have you ever seen in a van munching sunflower seeds?”

“There is always a first time.”

“Man I hope this guy moves on.”

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“He’s got about fifteen minutes until Mendoza shows up then all hell will break loose.”

“You think Mendoza would take him out?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Anyway to warn him?”

“I don’t think we can get down there and then back up here in time. I think he’ll just have to take his chances.”

“He’s alone right?”

“Looks that way.”

“Well, I guess all we can do is pray.”

“Maybe I can take out Mendoza before he has a chance to hurt that old man.”

“Sounds like a long shot but then that’s what you are good at doing.”

“What a nice thing to say. Thanks.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Still nice to hear. Oh, wait. The old guy is getting into his van.”

“Come on old man. Start it up and get the hell out of here.”

“He going.”

“Thank heavens.”

*

“Mendoza, you hear me?”

“Yeah old man I do.”

“I was at the rendezvous and no sign of the feds.”

“Excellent. You stay a while.”

“I did. Even had some sunflower seeds.”

“You look pitiful?”

“The most pitiful. If there had been anyone waiting for you, they would have come to warn me. I think the area is safe.”

“Thanks, old man. When I get back, I’ll be sure to reward you handsomely.”

“No need my boy. Your safety is reward enough. After all, you are my number one son. See you later.