A Creative Endeavor
Jill: I’d love to go on a second honeymoon. Where do you want to go?
Jack: Somewhere romantic.
Jill: Paris? Hawaii? Niagara Falls?
Jack: Oh. No, I can’t afford the mile high club. I was thinking of something more creative. Like the kitchen table.
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Yay, G-man is OK
G-man is out of the hospital and on the road to recovery now, but he said it would be a while before he’s ready to do another Fiction Friday 55. So, I’m thinking about doing a poetic thing on Fridays until he’s up to it again. I’d do it today, but I have company this weekend.
Oh, and the owl picture is from the Graffiti Wall. Totally random.
13 Buttons
I buy buttons by the ounce. That way when I reach for buttons, I already have a supply to choose from. I got a new package of mixed buttons this week. Here are 13 of them.
Suzie’s House 262 : Novice to the Searing of the Flesh
“I’m so nervous.” Miranda stood in the kitchen with a spatula in her hand. It wasn’t like she’d never done this before, but the chances of messing up were high enough to make her sweat even in the middle of winter.
“You’ll be fine.” Vin gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be with you the whole way.”
“All right.” She swallowed hard. “Let’s do this.”
The Serialists of May 23
Sheilagh has a new serial going. She tried to slip by, but I had my eye on her. 🙂
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I don’t know what to say to her. All I know is I ain’t saying it. And I know she ain’t saying what she want a say either and it’s a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.
Irony.
Any guesses what this is? It’s irony. I don’t mean the literary type. I mean, isn’t it ironic that I should lose this part of my Cuisinart so that I was no longer able to use the slicing or grating blades. Then, the very first time I used it after having finally found it, it broke. Yep. That’s irony all right.
160 – What is Really There
It appears G-man is still down for the count, so again no Fiction Friday 55 this week. Instead, I’m bringing out something I had in mind for Sunday 160 before the hub closed.
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False lashes? Slenderizing pants? A fake smile?
She wouldn’t even need that much
For him to see the fairytale of his dreams.
13 Shades of Embroidery Floss
It’s been many, many years since I’ve done any embroidery. I started this project recently because I wanted something I could do that would make me feel productive when I was sitting around talking with my kids or watching TV with them. I’m making decorative patches to go on old canvas shopping bags. So far, I have used exactly 13 colors on them.
4 shades of green, 3 shades of white, 2 shades each of pink and yellow, and 1 shade each of orange and gray.
Suzie’s House 261 : Navigating the Rocky Shoals of Finance
Suzie ripped the check out of the checkbook and stuffed it in the envelope along with the tab from the bottom of the utility bill. She licked the envelope, glanced at the clock, then winced. The mail man would be coming any minute, and this bill was already overdue. Lately her finances had been as steady as a newborn fawn.
The Serialists of May 16
Ann Pino’s story – Points of Departure is quite the mystery. I’m looking forward to learning more about the heroine.
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If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
Shelter From the Storm
There are a lot of barns like this in Montana. Not for us the glossy, red and white painted domicile of cows so common in Wisconsin. Here, it’s mostly weather beaten and often derelict. We can get away with it because it’s so dry so much of the time. Old timber can stand the elements for years and years, merely growing grayer with age. Now, the greatest danger to them is trendy West Coast remodellers who will buy the things, pull them apart, then nail the boards up in the den right over the top of sheet rock. Lately they’ve taken to doing the same thing in the movie star’s vacation cottages that pop up like mushrooms here. I’m not sure if it’s a loss, or gain.
Family News
Jack: Thanks for helping me up, but you don’t need to scoop me into your arms. It’s not exactly manly.
Jill: What did you see in the newspaper that sent you flying over backwards like that?
Jack: Just an ad for clothing. It showed a family, like one I thought we’d have gotten around to by now.
Jill: What are you saying?
Jack: Kids. Isn’t it about time we have some. Besides the cat and dog, I mean.
Jill: But Jack, take a look at our family. Who knows what kind of baby we’d make?
Jill’s Aunt: Baby? Did you say baby? Stay right there, I’ll call your mother.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Planning Ahead
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Ugly Undies
Galen is home now, but still not up to running the Fiction Friday 55 hub. Still, I’m in the mood. So here’s a super short one.
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White, frayed, over-sized, every pair of underwear in her drawer turned her stomach. An important day, she couldn’t stand the thought of any of these bunching up under her nylons. So… she went without.
