Thursday, 31 August 2017

Thursday's Quote

As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold. ~Author Unknown

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Using Wednesday' Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing and our pens moving across paper.  This month River of Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my side bar) has provided the words.  This week is the last week for her and the prompts will be provided elsewhere in September.
It has been quite the challenge this month as River has provided us with some memorable words to use.
This weeks prompt words are:
Companionship, extenuating, complaisant, nuts, competition, computer, bedevilment, concoction, splat, eaves, clutching and institute.
Here goes:
“Well nuts.” Grace exclaimed as a sudden forceful knock on the door caused her to lose her grip on the wooden spoon she was using to stir a delectable concoction of apples and maple syrup.
“Now there’s a big sticky splat on my nice clean kitchen floor.” She growled.
Clutching the spoon and looking like fury itself Grace went to the front door.
“Why Sheriff” she exclaimed, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon after all our excitement.  The funeral for Alan will be on Friday you know.  I thought I might see you then.”
“Grace,” the Sheriff gave her his most beguiling smile “what is that wonderful aroma coming from your kitchen?  I could smell it all the way out to the end of your lane.”
“Home made bread, fresh churned butter and Granny Parkers maple flavoured applesauce.  But, you didn’t come all the way out here to ask me that.”
“Well no.  There are some extenuating circumstances arising from the Deveroux house fire I need to talk to you about.  It appears, Grace, that you were related to the Deverouxs through your mothers line.”
Grace, complaisant as always, was getting the Sheriff set up with a goodly slice of buttered bread and a dish of applesauce.
“I looked it up on the computer, Grace” he continued, “You and a young lady in nearby Terrytown actually jointly own the old estate being the last living descendants of James R. Deveroux.”
Grace chuckled.  “My, my, what an inheritance; a burned out old hulk of a house.”
“And 500 acres of prime industrial land with access to the main highway.  This is land the big developers will go into competition for.  We’re talking big money here.”
Grace looked at him shrewdly. “There’s something you’re not telling me isn’t there? “
“Well yes, the young lady is currently living in an institute for the physically infirm.  Her parents abandoned her at birth.”
“How physically infirm?” Grace asked tightly.
“Oh she’s smart as a whip.  Takes college courses for amusement.” The Sheriff replied, “But,her face is deformed on one side and she walks with a crutch.  Almost looks……burned.”
“How old?” came through Grace’s gritted teeth.

“Twenty three now.  Lonely little critter.”  The Sheriff cast a sideways glance at Grace through lowered  lids. “The only companionship she has is a big amethyst coloured spider that lives under the eaves outside her window.  You and she would need to talk about what you want to have happen with the property.  Oh, and one more thing, just so you are prepared, her voice what with the disfigurement …. It’s a little …. how can I explain it?  it’s…sort of … gusty.

Monday, 28 August 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Jenny O of Procrastinating Donkey joined in and, well, so did I.  We could use some more players.  Jump in.  The poetic water is fine.
This week’s theme is, ‘eclipse of life’.  You can’t blame Diane for this one, her hubs came up with it.  Use the theme or free style it…..rhyme or not…..we’d love to have you join us.

is how she felt,
beside the bright and shining lights
that were her siblings.
Those over achievers
‘can do’ believers
cast a long shadow.
The brain,
the beauty,
the artist;
they spread a shadow that was long, dark and cold.
It smothered her tiny spark.
When she decided
to remove herself permanently
they spoke of her smile,
her gentleness,
her caring nature
and how much she would be missed
and they wondered aloud,
She had been,

Sunday, 27 August 2017

More Strange WordsI

a bindlestiff is a tramp or hobo...particularly the type with a long stick over their shoulder with a cloth bundle hanging from it.
Originating in the early 1900's  is supposed to be an alteration of 'bundle' and 'stiff'  (in this event, a useless person).

My mother was often 'flummoxed' ; bewildered or perplexed.  Originating mid 19th century and is assumed to be of dialect origin.  To flummock is to make untidy, to confuse.

Absquatulate means to depart or leave somewhere abruptly.  Originating mid 19th century as a combination of Latin words; abscond, squatte (depart) and perambulate.
I am now going to absquatulate from this blog post.  

Saturday, 26 August 2017

Saturday's Snort

How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?


Friday, 25 August 2017

An Empty Mind is a Terrible Thing

Driving along Woolwich St yesterday I was pondering my lack of ideas for a blog post for this morning.  I happened to glance up and saw a second floor office I guess over a store...and in the window a young woman with her head in her hands.

Lady in the window
head in hand,
you look so sad,
do you need a friend?
If I tap on your window
we could share our fears.
You dry mine,
I'll dry your tears.
The world is a dark place
when you're alone.
So many around us
weep and moan.
Put a light in your window,
a candle by your door,
a beacon in the darkness
to a friendly shore.

An incomplete thought is better than no thought at all...yes?

Thursday, 24 August 2017

Thursday's Quote

The human species is made up of seven billion plus subspecies each consisting of one specimen.
..........................Robert Brault..........................

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get us motivated.  Anyone can join in on any day of the week and use some, all or none of the prompt.
This week the prompt is provided by River of Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my sidebar).
dusk, apples, sauce, knitting, amethyst, window
itching, silk, gossamer, security, exquisite and turbulent

here goes:

A dark shadow loomed at the top of the stairs.
"So, you're still alive.  And talking to yourself.  Tough old bird aren't you?  It's too bad.  Now I have to figure out a way to finish you off."
The door on the landing slammed shut and Grace could hear heavy bolts being thrown.  The air in the basement was turbulent with pulsating energy.
The gusty voice she had become accustomed to trembled with anger when it asked if she knew who the intruder was.
"Alan, my nephew." she replied softly. ' He always was a nasty little devil.  He's the only family I have left and I've left him everything in my will.  I guess he's in a bit of a hurry."
"You've got to get out of here.  Something bad is going to happen.  I can feel it.  There's a window in the far corner behind the wood furnace."
Grace rested against the cellar wall and thoughtfully observed a beautiful amethyst spider spinning its exquisite silken, gossamer strands.  "I don't think I can climb out of a window.  I'm no spring chicken you know.  What is that smell?  Oh Lordie....that's gasoline."
Grace got shakily to her feet and clasped her head with both hands.
"Where's that window?  I have to try."
She could see that it was dusk now.  It would be a good cover for an attempted escape.
"Try hard." the gusty voice urged.
A few boxes pushed under the window gave Grace the lift required to reach her goal.  The glass had been broken out years ago.  She turned to grin at the empty cellar.  "Pretty poor security, eh?"  Suddenly she hopped off the boxes and, reaching into the corner picked up the spider she had been admiring.  "No need for you to suffer poor thing."
A loud whoosh from upstairs sent Grace scrambling quickly through the window and into the fresh air.  She turned hesitantly back toward the opening.  "What about you?" she asked softly.
"Don't worry about me.  Nothing can hurt me anymore and I have a few surprises for our friend Alan."
As Grace hustled through the woods in the dying light she muttered to herself, "Lordie I'm just itching to get back to my little place.  I'll have some supper and some of that applesauce I made this morning and then settle down with my knitting to calm myself.  But first....I'm going to call the police and turn that young whipper snapper in.  Oh yes, and I think my days of exploring empty old houses is over.

Monday, 21 August 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us courtesy of Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Procrastinating Donkey (she's in my sidebar too..all the best people are) joined in and I couldn't resist leaping on board myself.  There is a weekly theme which you can use or not as you like.  This weeks theme is 'meetings'.

The Dreaded Lunch Time Meeting

It was quarter to twelve in the a. of m. 
and I lined up with the rest of them.
Lunches in brown bags and coffee in cups,
snarling where's the boss lady, what's the hold up?
The doors flew open and we tumbled in,
the tall the short the fat and the thin.
The scramble for chairs was remarkably loud.
One chair for each was all they allowed.
No chair for the boss lady?  Someone will stand.
It can't be her, she's far too grand.
Mavis and Joan, Lisa and Deb all joined us by phone.
The only one missing was Angie, alone.
All of us grousing about meetings at lunch hours.
This time belongs to us.  Its totally ours.
How dare they expect us to give up our time?
I wonder if someone will put our views to rhyme?

think so.

Why not join us for Poetry Monday.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts.   If you decide to join in let us know please.. either post here or on your own blog...either way, we want to read what you write.

Sunday, 20 August 2017


You know you're old when items you received for a shower gift (43 years ago folks) are now listed in the 'vintage' shops on line.
I wanted to replace my corning ware open roasting pan, cornflower design.  They don't make them anymore.  I searched through the vintage listings and found one on EBay.  $15.00 plus shipping and the difference in currency came out to just over $44.  It probably cost about $10 new 43 years ago.  I love my old pan but the finish is shot after all these years of using it.  I'll probably keep it just because it has served me so well.
It wasn't easy coming up against the 'vintage' wall.  I guess I'm 'vintage' too.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Friday, 18 August 2017

Confession Time

Hello, my name is *********** and I'm a thrift storeaholic.  Well, there SHOULD be a support group for those of us so afflicted.   Show me a thrift store and I'll show you my heels as I run for the door.  I should have bumper stickers that read, 'I brake for thrift stores' (and second hand shops and consignment shops and garage sales) okay, I'll admit it, I'm in bad shape.
Now, in my defence I will say that I have come out of many a thrift store, shs, cs and gs with nothing in my hands.  I really have.  And further to my defence I only shop with cash I have saved out of my weekly spending allowance ($20.00 a week).  It's not much of a defence but it's all I've got.
All that being said, I went to a thrift shop yesterday and came away with ten childrens books for $4.00 for the grandies to read at our house (I never give used for a gift...never), two size 4.5 knitting needles for .75 cents and a fall weight leather jacket in immaculate condition (I swear it looks like it has never been worn) for $25.00.  Yes, I will most definitely wear an item from a thrift shop.
Now I want to tell you about my favourite thrift shop in this city.  It is called Bibles For Missions and is located on a main road with lots and lots of available parking.  A few years back it was just your average thrift shop (and smelled like it too).  Today, it is open, airy, has new vinyl plank floors and is well curated and displayed.  I had to fight my way through hordes of university students shopping for kitchen items to get them through the term. 
 They have regular blind auctions with wonderful vintage to antique items up for grabs.  The staff is pleasant and helpful and, most important, (to Me anyway)  it doesn't smell like a thrift shop.
So there you have my confession.  Anything you'd like to share with us?

Thursday, 17 August 2017


 A happy day today as we took our seven year old grand daughter out shopping for some back to school clothes.  A white denim jacket got top marks as did a pretty coral coloured top and black leggings.  New shoes, a few more tops and leggings and she declared herself satisfied.  She spent the time happily holding up tops to bottoms and layering the jacket over the top and deciding if she would wear her hair up or down on the first day of school. 'Up' won out because it looked more 'grown up' with the pierced ear rings she got for her birthday in July.  Now she is wondering if she can add rhinestones to her backpack for a little added flair.  Great fun.  It's the wee mans turn tomorrow.

Thursday's Quote

If you always add and never subtract, you will eventually bury yourself.
.........................Peter Walsh...........................

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to fire the creative juices and get us writing...anything....  This week the words are brought to us by River of Drifting Through Life (she of the new kitty) (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in...use the words or just be inspired by them, write prose or poetry, fact or fiction, write today or any day at all.  The great thing is there are no rules and the people participating leave kind comments.

This weeks prompt words:
puffing, candles, confused, fishing, supreme, almost
eight, despicable, banner, shave, flowers and frowning.

here we go:

Grace was confused.  It seemed someone was singing Happy Birthday to her.  Eight candles on a pink and white cake.  Yes, that was right she thought.  Making a supreme effort and puffing as hard as she could she almost blew them all out.  One more and she could rest.  She was so tired.  Why was she so tired?  There, it went out.  The blessed soothing velvet blackness surrounded her once more.
Frowning she squinted as the light once again penetrated her vision.  There was her Daddy having a shave in the makeshift campground the family had set up after the fire had taken their family home. 
“We’ll go fishing for our dinner Sunshine,” he said, “and you can pick some flowers for Mommy while Kenny and I clean our catch.”  Grace shook her head and winced at the pain.  Something wasn’t right.  What was it?  Kenny, Kenny died in a farm accident a long time ago.  She wasn’t a little kid anymore.  She’d reached the banner age of 75 just this past July.
She forced herself to think clearly, realised where she was and once again struggled to rise.  This time she made it to a sitting position and leaned back against the rough cellar wall.  “How was she going to get herself out of this despicable  mess?” she wondered.
“More to the point,” a gusty voice beside her said, “is how you got into this mess in the first place.”
“Oh Lordie” Grace moaned, “now I’m hearing voices.”

A cool and soothing draft passed across her burning forehead.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

The Story Of My Life

Slightly Abbreviated
of course

Once I was small but now I'm not.
I guess that doesn't say a lot.
Once I rode bikes and ran with ease.
Could someone pass my walking stick please?
Once I had jobs and earned my way.
Now  a seniors pension is my pay.
Once I had fun.
Well, I still do.
It's not quite the same,
but it will do.
My eyesight was good, now it's not.
My memory also, is not so hot.
I remember what happened 10 years ago.
Dredging up yesterday is a little slow.
I rock and knit and read and write.
Yesterday's activities have long  since taken flight.
But that's okay, I'm here to say,
"At least I AM still here today.".

Monday, 14 August 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane thought Mondays needed a little jazzing up.  She was right.  Procrastinating Donkey (you can find the donkey in my side bar too) joined in.  I couldn't resist.  We need more players.   Please join in...write, read, critique, share your thoughts.   We love it.   This weeks theme is 'modern conveniences'.   I totally ignored the theme this week.  No, I lie, I didn't ignore it.  There just wasn\t a poem in me about modern conveniences this week.  We had a Lulu of a storm the other day.  That inspired me.

Night Sounds

night sounds
creaks and squeaks
little rattles
at the windows
sighing in the trees
a moment of silence
that wakes the sleeper
makes the listener
raise his head from off his bed
and strain, strain
to hear
what's coming next
relentlessly humming
with wet fingers
the song of the rain
beating upon the roof
dripping from sodden branches
gurgling in the downspouts
smattering against the glass
in the melody
by the wild
of the wind
the night song
the symphony
of the rain

Did you manage to come up with something for the weekly theme?  Did you free style like I did?  Let us know.  We want to read.

Sunday, 13 August 2017

A Reminder We All Need From Time To Time

Pop over to Buttons (she's in my side bar) and have a read.  She'll have you all searching through your thistles.   

Saturday, 12 August 2017


We've been having problems with our TV.  Well, not the TV itself, the reception from the cable company.  Some of the channels break up into little digital boxes, the sound comes and goes, the picture comes and's frustrating.  Anyway, we popped in to the cable office to explain our dilemma and were informed it's likely our cable box.  They rented us a new one.  Unfortunately it's not compatible with our 12 year old TV.  No, we are not going to replace a perfectly good TV.  We also wanted to add a few channels to our selection which a friendly young lady assisted with.  Upon returning home we found several channels we had before were now missing.  Now let me just insert here....we stood in a lineup at the cable office for 20 minutes and spent over half an hour at the counter getting all this sorted out (or unsorted).  There was no way I was going back if I could help it so I called up 'live chat' on the web site.  Now this was more like it I thought as we unravelled the sticky mess our reception had turned in to.  Great.  Now we were transferred to the technical side of things to sort out why our reception was broken on certain channels.  An appointment was made for a technician.  In the mean time we had been looking at the TV and still were missing some of the channels.  This young chap sorted out the channel problem and advised us that there was nothing wrong with our box.  Today, the technician came and replaced all the hardware and wires from the house to the pole then came to the door to advise us that he couldn't fix the problem.  It is a signal problem affecting the whole city.  Another tech will be out in five days or so to sort the matter out.  Good grief......if the whole city has been suffering from this issue and it has been going on for months, do you mean to tell us we are the only people who complained about it?  Really?  Now we have to go back to the cable company and wait in that never ending lineup to return the cable box we never needed in the first place.   Dontcha just love it?

Saturday's Snort

It's Saturday and I've got another good one for you.

Why did the cookie go to the hospital?

Because he felt crummy.

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Thursday's Quote

A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you've been taking.
.....................Earl Wilson...............................

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get those creative juices flowing.  This week the words are brought to us by River of Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my sidebar).  Use the words to inspire you...
dynamic, longer, woods, mobile, landed, cellar
alerted, flying, demeanor, lights, smoothly and filled

here we go:

Grace didn't move smoothly anymore but she reminded herself daily at least she was still mobile.  This current predicament however, filled her with anxiety.
It had seemed like a great idea to explore the old Deveroux house in the woods.  Equipped with flashlight and camera she was in a grand mood.  One minute she was upright and the next, after a flying trip down the  cellar stairs, she landed headfirst on the old concrete floor.
There had been nothing to alert her to the fact that her  faithful Dynamic flashlight was going to fail.  It simply cut out midstep.  One misstep was all it took.
It's going to be a longer trip than usual to get back up those stairs she mused.  Her head pained her terribly as she tried to pull herself to her feet.  Her usual cocky demeanor failed her as she realized more than her head was paining her.  The effort to raise her head left her dizzy and gasping and then....blackness.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Has Anyone Heard?

Has anyone heard from Laura of Austanspace?   It's been a long long time since she last posted.  I'm worried about her.

Monday, 7 August 2017

Poetry Monday

It's Poetry Monday again....that day of the week when we write, read and appreciate the offerings of Diane (on the Alberta Montana Border) and Jenny O (Procrastinating Donkey) anyone else who cares to participate and me.......natch.  Many thanks to Diane for dreaming up this challenge.   The suggested theme this week is 'humour'.   It's not necessary to use the theme but it sometimes helps to have a jumping off point. we go....

The Joker

A hearty chuckle
rumbled through the universe
among moons and planets
so diverse
sending them spinning
whirling and reeling
bumping against the Celestial ceiling,
shaking the walls, the foundations of the universe.
Hidden deep in that darkened spot
a protected container left to rot
releasing a hideous blot.
All of Heaven held its breath.
The silence was the sound of death.
One dared to ask
“What was in the flask?”
“A failed experiment.”
came the gloomy reply.
“The seed of human life.
left there to die."
One angel stepped forward,
his maker to  face.
“Good one wasn’t it Sir?”,
then, trembling, stepped back a pace.
 The joke telling angel was gone in a blink.
“One good joke deserves another, don’t you think?”
“Lucifer has gone to Earth to dwell,
The seed of life landed there as well.”
One angel turned and nudged another .
“Who said God doesn’t have a sense of humour?”

Now....lets see what you can do.

Sunday, 6 August 2017

It's Just A Thought

We are born of woman, grow in our strength, deteriorate and then the physical body collapses and rots.  At that point, are we then born of our own bodies and set free to roam the universe?

Saturday, 5 August 2017


The littles and their folks are camping in our back yard.  They wanted to get a real camping spot but they had all been prebooked for the August Civic Holiday long weekend.  Thus...our back yard.  Yesterday and part of today it was cold, windy and raining and we were under a severe weather watch.  They insist they are having 'fun'.  There is hydro and water in the back yard as well as weeds and mosquitoes, the occasional skunk at night, bunnies and chipmunks and lots of birds that are early risers.  Still, they insist they are having 'fun'.  They can't cook outside so they are cooking in grandma's kitchen and washing their dishes in the dishwasher, playing games on grandma's computer, heating things in the microwave, watching tv and asking three million questions a minute.  Yes, they insist they are having 'fun'.   I am sweeping and wiping and tidying and serving and finding and........ I am NOT having fun.  Okay, I lie, I AM having fun.  Just don't tell anyone okay.

Saturday's Snort

How does a duck buy lipstick?

She just puts it on her bill.

I make no apology for this.

Thursday, 3 August 2017

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

I posted my story in comments on Rivers blog....Drifting Through Life.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Drop in and read some of the stories readers have contributed.