Views of the Neighborhood – Halloween

We had a cold front move in for Halloween. My photos this week show islanders bundled up like they are in Alaska.  This weekend had two Halloween events pictured here. The first is the annual sand pumpkin carving event. The second is the Trunk or Treat event held in the park. I hope you like them.

 

Port Aransas Beach

The lifeguard was on duty even though it was fifty degrees.

A view of a professional rendering of pumpkins on the beach.

Pumpkins on the beach

Kids and a mom carving the sand pumpkins.

Pumpkins on the Beach

A couple of youngsters getting started.

Pumpkins on the Beach

A different technique.

Pumpkins on the Beach

A boy and his dad.

Pumpkins on the Beach

Mom and Cowboy fan.

Port A Strong

More reminders of how we feel.

Cowboy fan

The Cowboy fan agrees.

Pumpkins on the Beach

Old glory is never too far away these days. A reminder us of how fortunate we are to live here.

Now for the Trunk and Treat which took place in the late afternoon. You can tell by the long shadows.

Our department of Parks and Recreation is the best.

You can see how it works. Folks have their trunks full of goodies.

There are also freshly grilled hamburgers.

This couple had a well decorated golf cart.

Speaking of pirates.Nice crew.

A shot of children getting treats at a picnic shelter.

Some of the goodies.

A huge castle for jumping.

Little duckies with gift numbers.

The biggest bounce house on the planet.

Happy Halloween from the island.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “which/witch/wich.”

Stream of Consciousness

 

Which day is today?

Stream of Consciousness Saturday of course. Today’s prompt is “which/witch/wich. Linda Hill also has some informative words. “Start your post with the word “which” and try to fit the word “witch” in somewhere if you can. Bonus points if you use a word that ends in “wich.” As an added rule this week, you will lose all the points you’ve ever earned if you type “which witch is which” anywhere in your post. Have fun!”  You think it is easy being a prompt head, don’t you? Well, so far I’m okay. I started the post with which so I have that done. Now to work in witch and a word ending in wich. If you would like to become addicted to this fun visit Linda Hill’s blog at https://lindaghill.com/2017/10/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-2817/.  You can read all about how to take the first dose.

Which/witch/wich by John W. Howell © 2017

“Which one are you?”

“I’m the guy who drove you home.”

“Oh. Did I thank you for that help?”

“No, not really. I think the barf in my front seat was thanks enough.”

“My word. I did that?”

“Yes.you did. Your friends took care of the backseat.”

“My friends?”

“Yes, that group of guys who were with you.”

“Wow. I don’t even remember a group of guys. By the way how come you are still here this morning?”

“You swallowed my keys.”

“I did what?”

“You thought I was too drunk to drive, so you took my keys and swallowed them.”

“Were you?”

“Too drunk?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t drink.  You were definitely drunk though.”

“Yeah, I get that. Soooo where did you sleep?”

“On your couch.”

“Thank goodness. you weren’t in my bed then.

“No, I was not in your bed.”

“I am such a witch sometimes. Er, I don’t mean that to be a bad thing. Um, you are handsome and everything but I was too drunk for love.”

“I understand. I think I better get going.”

“What about your keys?”

“Oh, you got rid of them about three-thirty and threw them to me.”

“Don’t tell me I heaved the keys.”

“On my chest. On your couch.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“It’s okay. It was an interesting time for sure.”

“But you must have been miserable.”

“No. I found that the experience broadened my view of life.”

“How so?”

“Made me aware of new rules.”

“New rules? Like what?”

“Before being forced from a party to drive someone like you home, always grab a sandwich.”

“A sandwich?”

“A sandwich.”

“Why a sandwich?”

“You’ll always have a choice of what to eat when you have a sandwich.”

Friday John Ku – AKA – TGIF

Funny Friday

 

Friday is here and time to look forward to the weekend. The week has been busy with the editing of the latest book titled The Contract. A story of two souls who must venture to Earth to stop a catastrophic event that is threatening the viability of the planet.  They will have no memory of their eternal life once they occupy the bodies chosen for them.  The two must deal with the situation using only the temporal skills of their host beings. They sign a contract before leaving their celestial home that stipulates what is required. They commit even though they have no guarantee of success but cannot resist the ultimate reward which is a personal anointing by the Creator. There is no room for failure. This book is a collaboration with Gwen Plano, the author of Letting Go Into Perfect Love, a 2017 KCT Int’l Literary Awards winner.

 It has been an interesting engagement writing a book with another author. Gwen is a memoirist and of course, I write thrillers.  Our writing styles and experience are quite different so bringing these differences together to produce a cogent story has been a lot of fun.

We are now in the editing stage and hope to be in a position to publish the book in February. There will be an opportunity for a beta read. The call will go out when the editing is done.

Today’s John Ku talks about working with others. I hope you have a great weekend.

Collaboration by John W. Howell © 2017

To work by one’s self,

Is comfortable and safe. . .

But doesn’t teach much.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Play Outside

Stella

“So Stella, what are you doing behind that chair?”

“Well. John, it’s like this. I can’t seem to find a place for a nap with those canines running around.”

“Come out here. That’s no place to nap.”

Stella

“Okay, John. I’m here.”

“What is the problem?”

“Whenever I try to lay down those oafs run over me.”

“That’s not good. What do you suggest?

“Take em outside and play doggie games with them. You know, heave something and have the fools go get it.”

Lucy and Bailey

“Alright Girls. Here is a toy.”

“OMG Boss. Please don’t throw it.”

“Yeah, Pops. We get the outdoor stuff. Not in the mood to put that dirty thing in my mouth.

“It’s not dirty, Bailey. Look.

“Bailey, don’t look. That thing looks like it has been outside for a month.”

“I just brought it out here. Honest.”

“Okay, Bailey. He threw it over there. I’m going to get up and take a look.”

“Go for it, Lucy. I’m staying right here.”

“Ya ha ha ha, Bailey. He actually washed it since the last time.”

“I told you two. It’s clean.”

“Let me see. Oh for heaven’s sake. Smells like Dawn.”

“You want clean, right? That’s what they use to get the oil off of birds.”

“Lucy. It may be just me, but I don’t even look like a bird do I?”

“No Bailey. You are a boxer. Boxers don’t play with toys that smell like Dawn.”

“Nice try, Boss. Bailey and I aren’t falling for it.”

“Yes, pops. You might as well hang it up. This toy is dead to us.”

“You guys stay out here. I’m going inside.

Stella

“Hey, Stella. Oops. I see you found a place to nap.”

“Huh. Sure did John. Any luck with the canines?”

“No, they didn’t want to play.”

“Too bad. Now maybe you could go outside and try again.”

“I think you are trying to get rid of me.”

“I don’t care what people say. I think you have a good grasp of the obvious.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we saw Sheriff Gibson try to Bogart Lucas into confessing a crime. Good thing Lucas had a lawyer tell him to keep his mouth shut. No telling what beans he would have spilled. I see the Private detective is in lawyer McDonnell’s office. I think we may get some information that might help clear up this mess. I know if there are facts in this case Dan Antion will be more than pleased. Let’s get over there and pick up the conversation.

“So you went up to Kenosha?”

“Yeah, I sure did. Man, that is some out-of-the-way place.”

“Find anything interesting up there?”

“I did find a great steakhouse, but I’m sure that’s not what you want to hear about.”

“Quite correct. Start from the beginning. When did you go there?”

“After you and I talked, I did the usual background scan on the Severides, Gibson, and the Wilson woman. Nothing much came up. The Severides were an ordinary couple. He retired from the Kenosha police force. His daughter Trish went to college and got busted for controlled substance possession. Did some time in a treatment center as her sentence. She came out and went to work. She held a job at the hotel on the front desk. Seems like she went straight cause there was nothing else in the file.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. The Weston woman was married to Gibson. They split on the irreconcilable differences excuse.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, as you know, most of the time it is usually a matter of infidelity or too much fighting. I really couldn’t tell by the court documents. They split everything fifty-fifty, so there was no accusation of fault.”

“Did you find anything out in Kenosha?”

“Oh, you bet. Wait one second though. There’s more on the Weston woman. She also had a stint in rehab. Officially it was to kick pain pills, but I suspect it was more serious than that.”

“How serious?”

“Big-time cocaine serious. It looks like she had an affair with a Harriet Murphy and then somehow went off the deep end. It was food for gossip for weeks.  She was found unconscious in the public park. No charges were filed, but the officer’s report was clear on the fact that charges should have been filed.”

“This sounds like the sheriff got in the middle.”

“No doubt about it. The record indicated that there was not enough evidence to charge her even though the arresting officer indicated there was over an ounce of cocaine on her person.”
“If the report said that, how did Gibson squash an arrest?”
“Yeah, I should have been clearer. The report said nothing. I talked to the arresting officer, and with a little help from my friend Jack Black, he spilled the beans. He called me the next day to beg for my discretion. I told him his secret is safe with me.”

“That is obstruction of justice.”

“Yeah, to you. To me, it is an ex-hubby trying to keep his wife out of trouble. Now the big question is why would he go to that trouble to bail out his ex-wife who maybe cheated on him?”

“You have an answer?”

“You have any coffee? This could be a long story.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #145 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo 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 keith@channing.info 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 – pingbacks don’t often work.

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 #145

The Stall by John W. Howell © 2017

“I’m waiting.”

“I know, I know. I need to take my time.”

“Time? Time to do what?”

“If you must know choosing the right fabric for my dress is very important.”

“I agree it is important if you were marring the right man.”

“Now Mom. Let’s not get into that again.”

“The that which you mention is a the heart of my discontent.”

“Why mom? You know he is a man after my heart.”

“Oh, I’m sure he is after much more than your heart, my dear.”

“Not this again. For the last time, he doesn’t want any part of our family money.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Okay, he will sign a document saying he doesn’t want anything from you or dad.”

“He told you this?”

“Yes, he did.”

“This boy has a job?”

“He’s a man, and yes, he has a job. A good job.”

“Doing what?”

“He is a banker.”

“A banker? This sounds promising.”

“Well, I’m finished with my note.”

“Read it to me before you give it to the clerk.”

“Okay, mom. Here it is. Please take this fabric and put it in a bag. This is a holdup. We are desperate fugitives and will not hesitate to kill you if you don’t do what we say. Do not call for help. How’s that?”

“I think that part of desperate fugitives and killing is a little strong.”

“How about, this is a holdup and please do what we say, and no one gets hurt?”

“Much better dear. Go with that.”

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Say to a Contractor

Top Ten Things Not to D0

 

The inspiration for this list has been a number of discussions held with contractors lately. Hope you like it.

10 Do not say to a contractor, “I’m in no rush.” If you do, at best the job will take longer than you could conceive. At worst, you’ll be on the bottom of the list of clients and your job might get done before you retire. (The fact that you are only forty is not comforting, Desmond.)

9 Do not say to a contractor, “I want your best price.” If you do, at best the bid will only be ten percent more than it would have been. At worst, your bid will come out somewhere North of what you expected to pay to rebuild the house let alone do repairs. (Hang on to that defibrillator, Dalton. You may need it when the actual bill is presented given all the change orders.)

8 Do not say to a contractor, “I have another bid to compare with yours.” If you do, at best you will actually get his bid. At worst, you will wait for a bid that will never come since the contractor figured you would take the other one anyway. (That strategy didn’t work well did it, Darren?)

7 Do not say to a contractor, “I really don’t know what I want.” If you do at best, it will cost plenty to find out. At worst, you may spend a lot of money and finally know what you don’t want. (That is sure an ugly addition don’t you think, Dustin?)

6 Do not say to a contractor, “Do what you think is best.” If you do, at best what is best for the contractor is best for you. At worst, what is best for the contractor is to send his child to college on the proceeds from your job. (Should have asked more questions, Davis.)

5 Do not say to a contractor, “I don’t mind a little dust.” If you do, at best your vacuum will keep up. At worst, you’ll find yourself in the ER with advanced symptoms of asthma. (You should have known when all the workers were wearing respirators, Deacon.)

4 Do not say to a contractor, “We get up early.” If you do, at best early is eight o’clock to the contractor. At worst, first light will bring you the wake-up sound of a skill saw in the next room. (Establishing the work hours might have been wise, Dwayne.)

3 Do not say to a contractor, “We can do without water for as long as it takes to fix.” If you do, at best the fix will be quick. At worst, the water will be shut off on Friday at three in the afternoon and the job is finished that next Monday at nine o’clock AM. (A nice long weekend without water for a three-hour repair is not a bad trade-off, right Darrell?)

2 Do not say to a contractor, “Help yourself to soft drinks and water.” If you do, at best there will be use only when needed. At worst, you didn’t realize that the contractor’s city-wide crew numbered thirty and you were out of liquid by noon. (Should have set a limit huh, Devan?)

1 Do not say to a contractor, “Sure you can come back later and finish that little job.” If you do, at best you’ve held back some money and it does get done. At worst, you paid the whole bill and it has been three months without a return phone call. (Good luck with that little job. Maybe you can hire another contractor to do it, Duane.”

Cherished Blogfest – One Photo – #CBF17

Cherished Blogfest

The Cherished Blogfest is an annual blogfest where we share something we cherish in a blog post. This blogfest began in 2015, and well over 100 people came together to share words, photos, poetry, and thoughts about a cherished item. Many of us established new blog friendships, which continue to this day.

I took a photo which I published on one of my Views of the Neighborhood feature which is now a cherished item. It captures the spirit of our city, Port Aransas hit hard by Hurricane Harvey. No more words are needed.

Texas Flag

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Season”

 

Stream of Consciousness

Season is the reason for this week’s Stream of Conscious Saturday session. Theis weeks prompt is “Season,” and Linda Hill said we could add a suffix to it as well. There are bonus points for the first, and last words of the post are “season” or a seasoning. If you would like to join in on the fun, please visit Linda Hill (midnight is best) and find out all about it. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2017/10/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-2117/

Oh yes, Linda said there would be extra bonus points if we had pictures. That is not going to happen.

Season by John W. Howell © 2017

“Deck the halls with Boston Charlie.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting into the spirit of the season.”

“what season are you talking about?”

“The holiday season. You know the one no one can actually say anymore.”

“Are you nuts?”

“Why?”

“It is not even Halloween, and you are singing about the holidays.”

“I have to ask. What’s wrong with that?”

“You sound like a lunatic. There is Halloween, and Thanksgiving before the holidays. Why aren’t you singing about Halloween?”

“I don’t know any Halloween carols.”

“Your Boston Charlie isn’t exactly a carol either.”

“Oh, I get it. Okay, let’s try this.

Trick or treat for Halloween,

Load my bag with candy.

If you cheat me, I’ll get mean,

And play a trick that’s dandy.”

“Stop.”

“What’s the problem?”

“You are killing me. Go back to the holiday stuff.”

“I thought it was quite good.”

“I think songs don’t  cut it during the Halloween season.”

“Oh, I don’t know it could be a new thing.”

“Now you did it.”

‘What.”

“You added to the post. I had it finished and bonus points in the bag when I said ‘Halloween season.”‘

“You doing that prompt thing again?”

“Yes of course. Haven’t you noticed, it’s the only time I talk to you.”

“Now that you mention it, I do notice.”

“So what do you think?”

“Makes me think you are right.”

“Right? How?”

“We should end the post with the word season.”

 

Friday – JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

 

TGIF

 

Sorry about the early publish yesterday. Here is the real thing.

It is Friday again, and we can see the gateway to the weekend from here. This has been a busy week spent in meetings with contractors. The home repair situation is going to take a long time. We have adopted what we call the New Normal. It is the belief that all will get done but will take a long time to do it. We just heard the flooring people are so far behind that it might take six months to have the floors replaced. So, the New Normal is not to care if the floors ever get replaced. Then when they do it will be a bonus. The New Normal also dictates that those without a roof should be fixed first then replace ours. Today’s JohnKu talks about the New Normal reality.

Reality by John W. Howell © 2017

I need it fixed now,

Was the old expectation. . .

Now, whenever works.

Have a great weekend.