Friday – JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

 

 

Twiggy
“Hey, Dad. We doing this screened porch project or not?”

Friday is here, and for all who must carry the yoke of employment, there are only about eight hours in this work week. Since you have come this far, you can certainly make it to the finish. At least it is hoped.

I made some progress on the WIP which is always a good thing. The rest of the projects for the week were pretty much around keeping up with the blog, e-mails and some projects around the house.

I find when working on projects, the idea is to set a goal much like I do with writing. One such project is cleaning the last of the hurricane debris out of the screens on the porch. I have twelve panels that have to be removed from their frames, cleaned and replaced. The structures then need to be painted where necessary and everything put back.

So rather than try to do them all in a day (about 12 hours) which would mean a total loss of a writing day, I decided to do one per. In this way, twelve days and the entire job will be done. I have to admit it does take a little negotiating to make sure the time frame is in keeping with the head of the house. Happy to say, it is. Today’s JohnKu talks about the demands of time.

Time By John W. Howell © 2018

This to do and that,

Trying to find enough time . . .

Need to allocate.

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Leash Time

“Hey, you two. Time to rise and shine.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Wha— Ah Boss. Whats going on?”

“Yeah, dad. Today was supposed to be a sleep all day day.”

“It is official it is Twiggy tries out a leash day.”

“Lucy you and Bailey are going on your walk with Mom as usual. Twiggy, you stay with me.”

” Gives me time with this ball.”

“Then we are going to meet Mom at the beach.”

“Hey look, Dad. There’s mom with Lucy and Bailey. Why didn’t I get to walk the whole way?”

“You are too little, and it is too hot.”

“Bailey, Lucy. I missed you guys so much.”

“Yeah, we missed you too, Little Stuff.”

“How long were we gone, Bailey? A half hour?”

“The little ones don’t have a concept of time, Lucy. No use damping her enthusiasm.”

“Hey. Twiggy. We are heading home.”

“Okay, Lucy. Say what is that below the boardwalk?

“Sand.”

“Sand? What is sand?”

“Ground up seashells, quartz, feldspar, and mica.”

“Maybe I learn what those are later.”

“You don’t need to worry, Twigs. There is a lot of time to learn.”

“Aw, you are so kind, Lucy.

“Why can’t I get Dad to walk faster.”

“Well, he kind of likes to take his time and don’t tell him I said so but he’s getting older.”

“I thought so.”

“How did your trip to the vet go, Bailey?”

“Real good, Little stuff. My teeth got a nice cleaning.”

Bailey and Twiggy

“Can I look?”

“Sure. See how white?”

“You do look good. Mom keeps bothering me with a toothbrush.”

Bailey and Twiggy

“You should feel glad she does.”

“Why?”

“The more brushing at your age, the less trouble later.”

Lucy, Bailey and Twiggy

“We are the three Caballeros.”

“Uh. You have to be a male to be a Caballero, Twiggy.”

“Oh. What can we be then?”

“We can be the three Senoritas. Of course in Lucy’s case, it may be more Senora.”

“Very funny Bailey.”

“I say the three Senoritas.”

“You got it Little Stuff. The three Senoritas it is.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Hump Day
Come back when it’s Friday

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we became aware that the computer files on the Sandusky case at the medical examiner’s office had been deleted. Andrew, the former M. E., suggested that a forensic team try to recover the file. Larry, the detective, thought that was a great idea and realized he could use Andrew’s help. He asked Andrew to join his team and Andrew agreed. Let’s get back to the M.E.’s office since I think Larry is going to issue some instructions to the current M.E. (Perry)

 

“So, Perry. I think we need to treat the deleted file as evidence and make sure nothing happens to it. Is it on a hard drive?”

“Actually, it was stored in the cloud.”

“The cloud? Oh man, that sounds like it might be a complication.”

“Excuse me, Larry.”

“Yes, Andrew. Go ahead.”

“Is it possible that there is some kind of backup file. Maybe on a storage device?”

“It may be possible. I don’t have a lot of hope since the case is ten years old.”

“That is my point. Ten years ago it was standard procedure to back up M. E. files every night.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“No reason you should, Perry. It’s like ancient history these days. Anyway, let me check with the IT guys and see if there is some kind of redundancy that might work to our advantage.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Hey, Andrew let’s take a walk.”

“Sure, Larry. Lead the way.”

“Let me close this door and you and I need to go down the hall a bit.”

“What’s up, Larry. You look worried.’

“Okay, this is far enough. Yeah, I’m worried.”

“What about other than the missing file.”

“I have to wonder who had access to the file?”

“I would say anyone with clearance to log on to the system. The files were not in a password protected separation or anything.’

“Don’t you find it odd that the file was deleted after I asked for a copy?”

“No that would be logical. Whoever has an interest, in this case, wanted to make sure the hard copy read like a paranormal piece of fiction. I guess that file was eliminated long before you asked for it. I’ll even bet it was shortly after the autopsy.”

“By the way, I don’t trust old Perry in there.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I would think he would come up with the forensic investigation on the deleted file. He just stood there. It was like he didn’t want to help.”

“I can see your point, but I’ve known Perry a long time and would bank on his integrity.”

“just the same I think we need to lay out some preservation of evidence rules. Also, I think we should dust the hard file to see if any strange fingerprints show up.”

“Yeah, a good idea.”

“Okay, we can go back and tell Perry the rules. I’ll also call in a forensic team and would you be so kind as to contact the IT department to see if there is any hard drive storage going back ten years.”

“Yes, sir. Man. it feels good taking orders.”

“Think I could order a coffee.”

“The machine is around that corner. While you’re there, I’ll have a cup of Columbian. Half and half and Splenda.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #183 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, (Below) 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 #183

The Answer Man by John W. Howell © 2018

“Excuse me, sir, but can you give me some information.”

“That depends on what kind of information you need.”

“I was told that the Answer Man is located in this area.”

“That is true, Ma’am.”

“Can you tell me where I can find him.”

“Of course I can tell you where you can find him.”

“Um. What are you waiting for?”

“I believe I answered your question.”

“Well, where is the Answer Man?”

“An excellent question, Ma’am. He is right here.”

“Where?”

“Here.”

“You?”

“Yes.”

“OMG. I knew it was too good to be true.”

“What is too good?”

“That the Answer Man would have answers.”

“How do you know the Answer Man has no answers.”

“Listen to you. Do you have a straight answer?”

“I do if you would ask a straight question.”

“Okay, then. Here goes. Where can I find tickets for tonight’s opera.”

“At the box office.”

“Of the theater?”

“Yes.”

“Where is the theater.”

“See those people to my right?”

“Yes.”

“There. Right behind them.”

“Are there any good seats left?”

“What do you mean by good?”

“See another question rather than an answer.”

“There are usually seats left at this hour, but your definition of good may not be the same as what is available.”

“Okay, you got me there. How did you get this job?”

“I was hired away from the government.”

“Where did you work in the government?”

“At the Department of Motor Vehicles.”

“I can imagine you did a good job there.”

“Thank you. Please step to the next window. Now serving number ninety-nine.”

Top Ten Things Not to Do When You Have a Sitter

Top Ten things not to do

 

The inspiration for this list was a discussion about Alexa and what would happen if one asked Alexa remotely to turn on the lights and music while a sitter was in the house. That was just the priming of the pump I needed to develop Ten Things.

10 If you have a sitter, do not say, “Help yourself to anything in the fridge.” If you do, at best the sitter will be on a diet. At worst, that weeks worth of shopping that you just put in the fridge will need to be replaced tomorrow. (It is amazing how someone so small can put away that kind of food huh, Eaton?)

9 If you have a sitter, do not ask Alexa to turn on the lights and music from a remote location. If you do, at best the sitter will call the police. At worst, Tiny the WWF champ who was hired after the local minister said he needed a chance to be responsible, will knock out each wall with a lamp trying to protect the kids. (Well the joke is on you, Ed. Looks like your good deed did not go unpunished.)

8 If you have a sitter, do not let them invite their friends over. If you do, at best the police will be called early. At worst, you will be reading how the party that started at your house spread to a city-wide night of rampage. ( That bill for repairs looks like the national debt, Eddy.)

7 If you have a sitter, do not let them prepare dinner. If you do, at best 100% of your dishes will find their way to the sink. At worst, the fire department could not find a hydrant that worked and could only watch as your house became a vacant lot. (Lucky for you there is insurance. Oh, wait! Someone forgot to send in the premium, and the cancellation notice is in the former mailbox, Elton.)

6 If you have a sitter, do not let them use your computer. If you do, at best your data cap was reached in two hours, and now you have dial-up speed for the rest of the month. At worst, your computer picked up so many viri the tech at the computer store declared it a DOA. ( It is a shame that you never backed up that 100,000-word novel, Evander.)

5 If you have a sitter, do not let them choose a movie on pay-tv. If you do, at best they will fall asleep after only one selection. At worst, you receive your bill and note that the sitter selected twenty movies and only watched six minutes of each. (Well, Ever. The charges stick after five minutes. You never said, “Just pick one.”)

4 If you have a sitter, do not leave the liquor cabinet unlocked. If you do, at best your sitter is a teetotaler. At worst, unbeknownst to you, your sitter was just released from a twelve-step residency program. The array of bottles was just too much. (Well this is a fine mess. Not only is all your liquor gone but the sitter insists that you need to pay for another stay in the clinic. After all, Elwood. You were the one who left that temptation.)

3 If you have a sitter, do not leave your checkbook on the kitchen counter. If you, at best the pizza box will cover it. At worst, on the next statement, you’ll find that the sitter has given a self-issued generous tip. (Don’t try to find the sitter, Eadward. Russia has no extradition treaty with the US.)

2 If you have a sitter, do not tell your friends who it is. If you do, at best the sitter availability will be rare. At worst, you will be in a bidding war for the sitting service and will only quit when the sitter earns more than you. (You would like to make that kind of money wouldn’t you, Eamon?)

1 If you have a sitter, do not let your kids influence your choice. If you do, at best none of your rules will be followed. At worst, before you know it you have an additional member of the family, and now you have to get a new sitter. (At least all the kids get along, Eberhard.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Deep Sea Round-Up

Deep Sea Round-up

 

The Deep Sea Round-Up is an annual fishing tournament held in Port Aransas and benefits scholarships for students and community youth activities. It is the 83rd annual

Deep Sea Round-up

Of course, you need a T-shirt.

And a goofy picture.

The main stage with all the sponsors listed.

The neighborhood pirate ship.

Here is the leaderboard where the leading catches are recorded.

For Dan Antion, a crane used to replace floating docks.

When you come in from fishing, volunteers greet your boat.

They take your fish.

And weigh them. (This is a catfish)

And a trout.

Then your fish is put on the measuring board.

Where it is straightened out and measured.

Then the girth is measured with a tape.

Some kingfish being weighed.

A red snapper being weighed.

Then your fish are brought back to you.

A bucket of red snapper. I hope you enjoyed the view.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Any Three Letter Word

 

Stream of Consciousness

Duh. It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday and this weeks prompt is “Any Three Letter Word.” Linda Hill says we can use any three-letter word. Also, extra credit is available if the start of the post (nailed it) and the end of the post is a three-letter word. If you would like to tease your brain and end up like most of us, then visit Linda’s blog and read how. Here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 14/18

Three Letter Word by John W. Howell © 2018

“Duh? You call that a word?”

“Yes, that’s a word. Go ahead look it up.”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, but I have to be honest.”

“About what?”

“I thought you would be more creative being an author and all.”

“Oh please. Duh is quite creative.”

“For a hack.”

“What did you call me?”

“Nothing. I was thinking of a carriage ride in the park.”

“Don’t change the subject. If you think duh is pedestrian what word would you use?”

“I think I would use words that have some action connected to them.”

“Like what?”

“Zap, zip, jog, zig, fix, pix, mix. Hey, this is fun.”

“Why don’t you do the post then.”

“I’m not the author. Look up there.”

“Where?”

“Up on the header. Who’s name is there.”

“Mine.”

“The prosecution rests. You need to do the post but come up with a better word.”

“Fine then. How about yak?”

“Been done by that Entertaining Stories guy.”

“Gin?”

“Now that has some possibilities. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, it could go something like this. A bat, ewe, cow, ape, and bee walk into a bar. The bartender asks what they would like to drink. They each order a gin. The bat wants his upside down. The ewe orders hers in a Fuzzy Navel. The cow wants hers in milk. The ape orders a banana gin fizz, and the bee a stinger.”

“Where is this going?”

“Hold on I’m getting to the end.”

“This is a three-minute read. I would hurry up.”

“So then the bartender makes a comment about how odd to see this kind of group hanging out.”

“Then the ape asks, ‘You got a problem with animals and insects?”‘

“The bartender says, ‘Not as long as they behave yourselves.”‘

“The ape then tells his friends to drink up.”

“Why did he do that?”

“He thought he caught the bartender in a lie.”

“OMG the dumbest story ever.”

“Don’t you get it? He thinks the bartender has some prejudice against animals and insects and he wants to leave as a protest.”

“Yeah, I got it. Still dumb. I gotta go.”

“It is a societal metaphor.”

“Excuse me, but it sucks. Bye.”

Friday JohnKu- AKA – TGIF

TGIF

 

 

Another work week into history. I hope yours was full of the accomplishments you laid out for yourself before its beginning. I have slowly returned to working on the WIP. My daughter was visiting for the  Fourth of July holiday, and I didn’t get much writing done while she was here. I managed the blog and e-mails, but that was about it.

Feels good to get back at it. Today’s JohnKu talks about the lure of the manuscript. I hope you all have a great weekend.

Achievement by John W. Howell © 2018

Could write a hundred,

Maybe even a thousand. . .

If on WIP all’s good.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy Continues Learning

“Hi, Bailey. What’s going on?”

“Hi, Pops. I was just wondering what Lucy and Twiggy are up to out there.”

“From here it looks like they are talking.”

“Talking? What about?”

“Hard to say, Bailey. You know Lucy has taken her role as big sister seriously. Why don’t you join them and see what they are saying?”

Bailey

“Good idea.”

“Hey, you guys. Whatcha talkin’ about?

“Twiggy was asking about the birds and the bees.”

“OMG so soon?”

“Relax, Bailey. She was worried about the Pelicans.”

“You tell her they are just big fish eaters?”

“Yup. Man look at that flock.”

“Anyway, I also told her to beware of those big bees.”

“What are you looking at Twiggy?”

“I think I see a bee out there Bailey.”

“I don’t think so. That looks like a fly to me.”

“A fly? It’s a pretty big fly.”

Twiggy

“You guys should pay more attention to those flying things.”

“Relax Twiggy. That is a heron. He also eats fish. Not too many dog eaters around here.”

Lucy, Bailey, and Twiggy

“Besides, little one. if someone came after you, they would have to get through Bailey and me first.”

“Aw. That is so comforting. I feel better about the wild things, Lucy.”

“Unless they had a treat to offer.”

“Lucy!”

“Just kidding Bailey. Just kidding.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Wednesday? I set my alarm for Friday. Come back on Friday

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again and last time (we skipped the last week for the Fourth of July) Andrew the M.E. and Larry the detective decided to head over to the M.E.’s office to check on the report Andrew says he wrote up on Sandusky’s death. Apparently, when Larry looked at the report there was no mention of the fact that Andrew noted heart residue in the body indicating that the heart had been pulverized. (Whew. Are we all caught up now?) I see Andrew and Larry have arrived at the M.E.’s office. Let’s go over there and see what is up.

 

“Hey, Larry and my goodness look who the cat dragged in.”

“Good morning Perry. I wonder if Andrew and I can get a moment?”

“For you anything, Larry. Andrew, how is retirement treating you?”

“Pretty good Perry. However, as you can see sometimes the past drags you kicking and screaming out of bed.”

“Yeah, it’s quite a surprise seeing you here. What gives?”

“Larry here is working on the Sandusky case and he was telling me about the report. It seems like there are some pieces missing.”

“Missing? How can that be?”

“That’s what I said. I remember making some notations on the cause of death that Larry says are not in the report he read.”

“What? Maybe a page was missing or something?”

“That’s why we’re here. I thought we could look at the original file and check for ourselves. Larry is working the Sandusky cold case and it is pretty important.”

“By all means. I think we have all the information backed up. Let’s start with the hard copy and then go to the soft.”

“Perfect.”

“Good thing I keep duplicate files. That is one thing you taught me that stuck.”

“Come on, Perry. You are one of the best M.E’s in the country. My best student.”

“Nice of you to say, Andrew. Yes, here is the file.”

“Let me look. I can turn to the exact place where I made the notation.”

“What notation was that, Andrew?”

“I believe Sandusky’s heart was pulverized by a current. That is what I noted.”

“Pulverized? You mean infarcted where the supply of blood is cut off?”

“No that would still leave the heart tissue intact. I’m talking about extracorporeal shock waves that actually break up the tissue into millions of tiny pieces.”

“Wow. I’ve only heard of that being done on gallstones.”

“Well up to this case I was in the same boat. There can be no other explanation. Here is the place where the notation should be. And it is missing.”

“Let me see that.”

“Sure, Larry. Take a look.”

“Holding this page up to the light, I don’t see where it has been altered.”

“I have to agree. This doesn’t sound like good news on the soft copy since this is a print out from that file.”

“I agree, Perry. Let’s have a look anyway.”

“Hold on, Andrew. I’ll have it up in a second. That’s odd.”

“It’s missing right?”

“How’d you know Larry.”

“How’d I know? Just my detective intuition at work. The hard copy has some missing information. It makes sense then that the soft copy is gone. How else to make the case tougher to solve than to eliminate the damn file from the computer?”

“Perry.”

“Yes, Andrew.”

“Can you get a forensic team to recover the file if it has been deleted.”

“I believe it is worth a try.”

“Good thinking, Andrew. Maybe we are not out of luck after all.”

“It’s a long shot, Larry but one worth taking.”

“Andrew?”

“Yes, Larry.”

“You want to come work for me on the Sandusky case?”

“You payin’?”

“You bet.”

“I’m in.”