Suzie’s House 356 : How to Deal with a Guilty Conscience
“Do you think Gene meant it when he said he killed his father?” Kate leaned toward Justin as the two of them left the practice room and glanced over her shoulder at Gene. The two of them looked totally conspiratorial as Justin glared over his shoulder like he was morally superior or something.
Gene tried not to groan, but couldn’t help closing his eyes for a minute. He sat on a drummer’s stool while everyone but Tracy left.
The Serialists of May 7th
Featured Author: oldegg, who complains that I always feature him when I tries to end his serial. Consider this a final farewell to the Ahu and Ahuahu saga and a show of appreciation for a regular and much appreciated serialist. I’m hoping you run into another serial and rejoin us sometime in the future. In the meanwhile, much thanks for your participation in this blog hop.
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The Homeless
My son is homeless. Again. I made him that way because I know that if he isn’t forced to see why he wants a job, he will never get one. Most kids his age are starting in college. He would be, too, if not for this little detour.
He was supposed to support himself for a year so he could be clear on what he wants to do for a living and what he will be willing to do to get there. Instead, he hopped in the van I gave him and went on a wild tour of the United States.
He learned a lot. Unluckily the main thing he learned is that Americans are remarkably generous. Until the van broke down, he could beg for food, gas, and money everywhere he went. He kept his needs simple, so it wasn’t hard to get them met. Only once or twice did he get stuck somewhere that he didn’t want to be.
Then winter hit. He ended up on my couch, but he didn’t come alone. He brought into my home a constantly revolving collection of homeless kids. One girl would go off to high school from my living room every morning for months. Not once did I hear from any source that her parents were looking for her.
Now that I’m not worried about him freezing to death I’ve kicked him out again. Again, he is supposed to support himself for a year, and then I’ll pay for his college. Again, he doesn’t have a job or much inclination to get one.
Is it too soon for my hair to turn gray?
Candles and Moonlight
He placed the candle next to the bed and grinned wickedly.
“No. I’m too embarrassed.” She put a hand over her mouth, but could still feel the flush of excitement creep up her face.
“You can trust me. I will never laugh at you or take you for granted.” He kissed her fingers lingeringly.
‘All right then.”
In the morning he was gone, his side of the bed already cold. She’d have thought it a dream but for the wax of the candle that dripped down the side of her night stand.
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13 Little Adjustments to Plantar Fascitis
Here are some of the little changes that plantar fascitis has brought into my life.
1. I now walk like an old, old woman. The short, insecure steps come from a combination of the pain and the fact I have fewer problems with ongoing pain when I am more careful.
2. I can no longer jump out of bed. I have to stop and wiggle my foot for a while first. Taking the time to do so makes a huge improvement in the rest of my day.
Suzie’s House 355 : When He Plays, No One Speaks
“I think I might have killed my father.”
Gene dropped that bomb shell, then started playing his guitar with an intensity that made Tracy stumble. He was playing Last Man Standing, one of their newest songs. Bruce was still standing behind his keyboard, so he jumped in right away.
Then everyone was scrambling for their instruments. Tracy never got a chance to ask what he meant. She’d set her bass in a stand by the practice room door and ended up the last to join in on the song. It was all kind of dramatic. But it didn’t necessarily mean anything, did it?
The Serialists of April 30th
Featured Author: Ann Pino Who knows well the thirstiness of the desert.
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Plantar Fascitis
Yep. I’ve got it. Some weird problem with the connective tissue on the bottom side of my foot.
It started in January when I was reaching up for something on a high shelf. In this house I end up doing a lot of reaching up. In fact, I often have to resort to the use of a ladder. I felt a popping sensation in my heel followed immediately by stabbing pain.
Warning. Medical Diagram under the fold.
Tissue Sample
Tina: Achooo! What are you still doing here? I thought you were going to move out.
Theodore: I’m all packed. I just needed one more thing.
Tina: Like what? Ouch! Quit pulling my hair.
Tina: Well, if you’re going to be like that, I’ll be the one to go.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Saintly Gift
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When He Plays, No One Speaks
“Gene, what’s bugging you?” Tracy put her bass guitar on the stand and went over to where he strummed a few cords.
“Nothing.”
“Come on. I’m your girlfriend. I know when something’s bugging you.”
“Leave him alone.” Bruce butted in without leaving his place behind the keyboard. “He’s got issues.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Gene stared at the back of his guitar for a long time. “I think I might have killed my father.”
Everyone else in the band shut up fast, but Gene didn’t try to explain. Instead, he hit a hard progression that had them all scrambling for their instruments.
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13 Bottled Cranes
I decided to turn my etsy store over entirely to electronic downloads and threw my physical lot in with some other people on an etsy store called Faire Miscellany. They carry all kinds of crazy things. For instance; bottled origami cranes. Check it out.
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Suzie’s House 354 : The Urge to Kill
It bugged him; what Bruce said about how his dad might have killed his mom. Gene tried to laugh it off, but he couldn’t quite fool himself. Even when he and Bruce sat around talking in the park for a while, Gene thought about it. He was still thinking about it when he started to walk home.
The thing was, it might be true.
His dad might have done it on accident. He like to come out swinging at anyone, not just Gene. Although Gene was only five when his mother disappeared, he remembered something about her having a few broken bones herself.
