Author Archives: Alice
Ramayana Ballet
I’ve been recounting my vacation in Indonesia in more or less chronological order. Today I’m going to jump around a little bit because I still have another 13 pictures to share from the Prambanan Temple complex, but I also have events the next day for which I have few if any good pictures. Probably the worst was the Ramayana Ballet.
Prambanan Temple Complex
This week I’m just going to do 13 pictures from the Prambanan Temple Complex, which is just a relatively short drive from Candi Sambisari. 1.
Suzie’s House 440 : Emma’s Song I
Emma got to the practice room before any of the other band members. She sat on the chair in front of Kate’s drums for a few minutes. She was tempted to give the drums a thump, but Kate would probably have a hissy fit. She didn’t even like it when her boyfriend, Justin, borrowed them, and he actually knew what he was doing.
I Write Like
It’s click bait. Only it’s the way click bait should be, with something of actual interest on the other side of the click. I happened to notice a button on someone’s blog this weekend. It’s a program that supposedly matches your writing style to that of famous writers. The first thing I put in was my Friday Fictioneer’s post, “Stairway to Heaven”. The result – I write like Steven King. Well, I can sort of see that. But I suspect […]
Stairway to Heaven
“What are you going to show me? Where is it?” Alicia followed a step or two behind Sally as they walked through the woods. “This way.” Sally strode along with confidence. They reached a stairway leading up the side of a hill. Sally didn’t even slow down. Despite how cracked and old the steps or rusty the railing, she went right up. Alicia followed a bit slower. At the top she tried to take in the view, but panted too […]
Candi Sambisara
Candi Sambisara was the first of many temples we visited on this trip. It was also the first serious test of my trekking poles. For the first few minutes it scared me spitless. There I stood at the top of a hundred steps, no railing, and a left hip with no cartilage left. After all I’d been through the year before I was painfully aware that I no longer knew what I was or was not capable of. I couldn’t […]
Suzie’s House 439 : Dumpster Diving Daughter
“It’s weird,” Emma said to Tracy and Gene as they left the studio. She was thinking about her father.
“What? The guitar thing?” Tracy arched her eyebrows.
“N- no, no. I think you and Gene switching is a good idea. I, I mean, you and me do more egging each other on anyway, right? So him playing bass and you guitar makes more sense. I… I think.”
“So, you don’t think we’re lame?” Gene actually said something. Usually he just kind of nodded at the right time.
Snack Time
After our walk around Kasongan Village we went to our hotel. Despite all the pictures I took, I have very little to show of the various places we stayed. More is the pity, as we stayed in some wonderful hotels. Often the decorations were wonderful. More often than not there would be something to eat in our room. I’m not talking a wafer thin chocolate here. I mean mostly fruit. I’m sure your recognize most of what’s in the picture […]
First Flight
“What was that?” The young man seated next to Marge on the plane that was supposed to take them from Rinca Island to Bali gripped the armrests with white knuckles. It was the third time he had flinched since he sat down. “Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t important.” Marge flipped through the in-flight magazine. She thought she might need to order a bourbon despite the short flight because of his nerves. “How do you know?” He looked at […]
Textiles in Kasongan Village
After we left the first pottery place in Kasongan village we went up an alley and came in the back door of a combination fabric and hat making operation. It was an odd place. The fabric was in an area that looked like a three sided car port with one side open not to the street but to the porch of the house it was attached to. Inside this area a couple of women worked industriously at decorating fabric. I’m […]
Suzie’s House 438: Conversation Bombs
As much as Emma loved her father, she wasn’t exactly eager to confront him at the crack of dawn as she was headed for the bathroom to shower the smell of cigarette smoke off of her skin and hair. She could too easily imagine him driving himself into a self righteous frenzy over what he must see as her bad behavior. But it wasn’t like she’d been smoking herself. And if she’d been in a bar, it was only to […]
New Years 2016
Did you have a good New Years Eve this year? Mine was tamer than ever. I haven’t been to a New Years party in a loooooong time. Even in my 20’s I did fewer and fewer of them. But for many years I went out for dinner and a movie. This time we didn’t even do that. I’d caught a special on a package of meat at the grocery store, and didn’t want it to go to waste, so we […]
