I wandered over to the Rough Hollow Yacht Club just to see how the other half lives. I must say the place is beautiful. Here are some photos.
While walking toward the view, the restaurant is on your left. Pretty nice outdoor/indoor space.
Just past the restaurant, there is this view of the yacht basin.
Another shot from “on top” of the marina. All the slips are covered.
As you look out to the yacht basin, to your right across from the restaurant is the pool and athletic club. The athletic club is behind the palms.
This is the incline track that has two cars to take you down to the docks.
Straight ahead is the yacht club office and general store.
Here is a shot looking back up the stairs to the top of the incline. I wouldn’t want to walk those.
A photo of the fish around the pilings.
A whole rack of jet skis and a view of the covered slips.
A photo of the furthermost docks.
A fueling station with a warning. Gas fumes collect below decks during the fueling process, and a spark from the ignition system could set them off. There are pumps on boats that ventilate the below-deck area. This sign is a reminder to run the pumps.
More slips.
Another view of the incline.
A list of activities available at the club. I hope you enjoyed the visit.
Oh, my goodness, it is Stream of Consciousness Saturday again, and this week’s prompt is “oh.” It has been so much easier to let Linda Hill explain the prompt, so here are her words.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oh.” Use it as a word or find a word that starts with “oh.” Bonus points if you start and end with “oh.” Enjoy!”
Now you can see why I started the post with “oh.” I’m saving up for a Bentley Turbo Convertable, and I’m pretty close. The bonus points from this post should put me over. If you would like to participate in the fun, go to Linda’s blog and read how easy it is to accumulate bonus points. Here is the link.
Friday has arrived as it does each week typically. The prospect of spending a couple of days catching our breath makes Friday a particular day. I used to call it Saturday eve when I was a prisoner of organized commerce. Friday was the day to put on casual clothes and take a little extra time at lunch. Friday was also the day when company re-organizations would take place and thus became a “day of the long knives.” Even if this were the case, Friday was also the day the eagle pooped. Yeah, payday. Payday was a cause to stop after work for a couple of drinks and to celebrate making it another week, bi-week or in the old days, month.
I once asked one of my co-workers if he would like to stop after work for a couple of drinks. He said, “If I can only have a couple, then no.” He was one of those funny guys that every office has on hand.
This week was more editing on the WIP. As I was working, it became apparent to me that my deadline was in serious jeopardy. I had planned to have the MS into my editor’s hands by early November. This would have included beta reader input.
I find that my second draft is taking me longer. I did beg my editor for more time since I hate to send her an MS that isn’t as complete as I can make it. The beta read part of that is essential. If I sent it without input from beta readers, then there would be a chance of another rewrite, which would then be a waste of the editor’s time. So I pushed the launch and will be ready to solicit beta readers shortly. (My editor is an angel) If you would like to read the book, I will be posting an invitation separately.
Today’s JohnKu celebrates the weekend. I hope you have a good one.
“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.”
Last weekend was the Fall Fest at Emmaus Catholic Parish. The fest is a major fundraiser for the Parish. I stopped by and was amazed at everything that was going on. I thought you would enjoy seeing it as well. This post has way too many photos, but this is a fraction of those I took. I hope you enjoy it.
A nod to the fact that fall is approaching
Vendor booths. (Should have set up my book stand.)
Games required tickets to play.
The Wine wheel was popular, as was the cake wheel.
A Pot of gold is like a bean bag toss.
Putting contest.
The street of games and vendors and a nun.
The Bookmobile. (YAY)
Some games weren’t too popular like the broom race.
and the Flamingo toss.
The burger truck.
I thought it was pretty funny to have no parking signs except for Sunday. I’m wondering about who would want to park there the rest of the week.
A fun Tejano band.
Yeah, I’ll have a double-double chocolate shake with whipped cream on top and hurry please. (The producer is somewhere else)
Shave ice.
Hot dog truck.
Train ride.
Slide.
Bouncy Castle.
And a petting zoo. There were all kinds of animals, but I thought this calf was very cute.
It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again. Here is the prompt, as explained by Linda Hill. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ground.” Use it as a noun or a verb in any tense (i.e., grind). Have fun!” Okay, so there you have it. If you would like to join in on this fun, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link.
“Well, aren’t you twisted around the axle trying to come up with a Stream of Consciousness post?”
“No, I have already finished it.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. Want to hear part?”
“Do I get anything for listening?”
“Sure, the joy of new knowledge.”
“I was thinking more about the joy of freshly brewed barley and hops.”
“Yeah, of course, you were. so here goes. ‘There I was standing on the ground when all to sudden—'”
“Hold it.”
“What?”
“All to sudden?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It should be ‘all of a sudden.”‘
“This is a country story. People talk differently.”
“Yeah, okay. Proceed.”
“Okay. ‘All to sudden, a giant bar comes out of the woods and sits down. I grabs my trusty musket and shimmies up a tree. From up there, I could safely stand my ground should that bar decide to attack.’ How’s it sound so far?”
“You want to really know?”
“Yeah. That’s why I asked.”
“Where is this story going?”
“Well, the guy up the tree decides that the bear means him no harm, so he comes down and offers the bear a cup of coffee. The bear happens to be a Starbucks regular and asks the man, “I would like a cup if you have a Sumatra Bold regular grind.” The guy is dumbfounded since all he has is a French Roast fine grind. He tells the bear about the ground coffee, and the bear takes a swipe and knocks him to the ground. The guy looks up at the bear and asks, ‘Why’d you do that?’ The bear tells him that if he is going to offer coffee, at least he should be prepared to provide what the customer wants. The bear roars and then says, ‘Fine grind is not what the customer wants.’ The man offers to go to Starbucks and get the bear his order. The bear agrees and asks for a blueberry scone as well. It ends with the bear and guy enjoying their coffee.”
“So the guy escapes and goes to Starbucks and then comes back?”
“Well, yeah. How else could I finish the story?”
“I think it was finished at the phrase, ‘All to sudden.”‘
“Lucy. Time to get up.” “Ummm What?” “It’s Friday. Time to celebrate the weekend.” “Last time I looked Little One every day is the weekend.”
What a week. It seemed to go pretty fast. I don’t want anyone wishing their life away, but I hope it moved quickly for you as well.
I started editing my WIP on Monday and was pleasantly surprised that the story still looked good to me. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I go back to things I’ve written, and they look like something that requires some starter and a match. I’m glad this one has salvageable parts.
I was delighted to get an excellent Circumstances of Childhood review on Thursday from Kevin Cooper. If you missed it, you could go HERE
I was also a guest of Teri Polen’s Bad Moon Rising. She asks some outstanding questions, and it is always a fun time. You could go HERE as well if you missed it.
I certainly want to thank Kevin and Teri and all of you who visited the posts. Thank you.
Today’s John Ku talks about encouragement from others. I hope you all have a fabulous weekend. We are looking for temperatures in the 70s Whoo-Whoo.
“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.” “Yes, Little One?” “Is it Friday yet?” “Ten more naps till Friday.” “My naps or yours?” “Mine, of course.” “Poo.”
Sorry, this post is a little late. I had a scheduling problem this morning.
It is Wednesday Story Day time again, and last week we witnessed the arrival of a couple of Nevada State troopers who are operating on the direction of the Reno District Attorney. Yeah, this was the same DA who seemed to believe Larry and Andrew shot some citizens for no reason. I see the troopers have delivered our heroes to the DA’s office, so I think we better get there.
“Please have a seat, gentlemen. Mr. Taggett will be with you in a moment.”
“Thank you, officers. We appreciate the ride and the security.”
“Just doing our job, detective. We’ll be right outside.”
“Wait until they are gone, Andrew.”
“Why are you always saying that?”
“I just don’t want you making a slip in front of people is all.”
“He who walks on ice is talking about a slip. Okay, they are gone. Can I speak?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“We have a warrant burning a hole in our pocket. By my watch, we have less than twelve hours to use it.”
“I know, but as you can see, we now have friends in high places.”
“You sure about that?”
“I’m as sure as I can be. Hold on here’s a call from the Chief.”
“Our chief?”
“Yes. Sush. Hi Chief. Yes, we are fine. Right now? We are sitting in the waiting room of ADA Spenser Taggert. No, we haven’t talked to him yet. A couple of State Troopers brought us here. Yes, sir, I understand you and the DA had a conversation with Taggert. Huh? The troopers told me. Okay, I understand. Yes, sir, we will. Goodbye, sir.”
“What the heck?”
“The chief says Taggert will give us full cooperation.”
“Why don’t I think that is a good thing?”
“Yeah, I have the same feeling about Taggert. I still think someone has him under their thumb. Well, worst-case scenario, I get my gun back, and we are no better or worse off than when we arrived.”
“A lot of crap has gone on for a zero-sum gain.”
“I think a lot of folks would agree with you.”
“Folks? What folks?”
“Just a manner of speaking. Once we are through here, we need to get to the Hyatt and finally determine if we can nail Mrs. Rafferty with lying.”
“Did the chief offer any other words of advice.”
“Yeah, he said to keep a low profile and to be polite to Taggert.”
“Handy advice, huh?”
“Someone is coming. Later on, my comments.”
“Hello, Gentlemen. Please come in.”
“Thank you, Mr. Taggert.”
“Oh, call me Spencer. After all, we are on the same team.”
“Okay, Spencer.”
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“No, I think we are good. I’m guessing you have talked to the Chief of police in Boston.”
“Oh, yes. Charming man. He actually called my boss, and we all had a nice conversation about a path forward through this mess. I do want to apologize for treating you like persons of interest, but I needed to be careful.”
“Oh, I understand. Believe me, having a couple of guys come into your area of jurisdiction would be a cause of concern.”
“Guys who killed a couple of men, I might add.”
“No hard feelings, Spencer.”
“Nice to hear you say that. I, of course, had a lot of explaining to do.”
“I can imagine. No hare feelings on your part then?”
“Let’s say that my office has been directed to help as much as possible. Let’s start by giving you back your weapon. “
“Thank you.”
“Now, if you will excuse me, I have a full agenda today. Please let me know how I can help.”
“We will.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Please keep me in the loop on what you find out.”
“You can count on that. We will be going now.”
“Good day, then.”
“Yes, good day. Get up Andrew, we are leaving.”
“Need to ask.”
“Wait until we are outside, Andrew.”
“Slip sliding away. The nearer your destination, the more it keeps slip-sliding away.”
