1. Karma. GoPro released a teaser video created with their own camera quadcopter called Karma. Debuting sometime in 2016.
2. Tarzan – Alexander Skarsgard in the title role of Tarzan. I’m melting.
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1. Karma. GoPro released a teaser video created with their own camera quadcopter called Karma. Debuting sometime in 2016.
2. Tarzan – Alexander Skarsgard in the title role of Tarzan. I’m melting.
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Lucy crossed the busy intersection pushing against a flow of harried pedestrians. It’s the height of the christmas rush and people are grumpy. Rightly so, the season has a way of exploding on people.
In her arms a carefully wrapped vintage christmas tree. While she adored sparkling christmas trees, her apartment fit one small tree, barely.
It would be enough to display her growing collection of handmade winter solstice ornaments. She liked the earthy designs favoring them over mass-produced glitter balls. There was a legend to them? Lucy dismissed the stories as unsubstantiated folklore while she arranged her ornaments.
Lucy won’t admit there is any shred of truth the legend of the Solstice. Can’t quantify it, therefore it does not exist. This is going to be an interesting journey for her.
The photo this week was taken at the annual Longwood Garden holiday light extravaganza. I enjoy how the designers incorporate natural elements into the decorations for the trees. The entire show is so worth seeing if you live close to the Garden. I will share more photos of my visit to the Garden in a future post.
Fellow Friday Fictioners:
Jimmie Bise: The Time-Thieves Who Stole Part of Christmas
Big Gator: The Star
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Yes, I may be biased in observing how well Buster sits for his portrait. With a few more tweaks I believe this will be the 2015 Christmas greeting card. I’m hoping to have this image ready for printing by the middle of the week.
Store bought cards have lost my interest. I’d rather create a unique image for use in a greeting card.
Homemade or store-bought – your thoughts?
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Refusing a visit to his Aunt was not an option. Alex peered closely at the crystal globe as it swirled and glimmered. ‘Are you sure this thing works, Auntie.’ ‘Of course it works’ was her agitated response, ‘Tell me about your date with Lucy.’
Alex side-eyed his aunt ‘Wasn’t a date, Auntie, just coffee’ he continued staring at the globe. ‘She is quite analytical, in her world magic can only exist if you can quantify and measure it. Honestly, how old is this thing?’ Alex asked.
She eyed him sharply, ‘She’s more powerful than you realize, my dear boy.’
Honestly, I have an awesome photo of me taken next to a thousand-year old crystal globe where you can see my reflection in globe is upside down. Such a cool photo that I cannot find. Oh, If I have to, I will go back to the Penn Museum and take another photo next to the globe. I will NOT be cheated out of a photo. Nope. Not me.
Alex and Lucy are back! They’re getting to know each other and their different world views. The wise Aunt recognized the latent gifts of magic in Lucy early on. It will take a long time for both Alex and Lucy to figure that out. But that’s the fun of this story, in my humble opinion.
I have incorporated the weekly Blab video podcast that you can view and leave comments during the live show.
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Chase Jarvis uploaded a thought-provoking short video on the value of experiences over stuff. And if you want to buy stuff, please review where and whom your gift benefits.
We are in the midst of a full on surge of mass consumerism called Christmas that can leave one feeling addled and empty inside. I wrote a year back about scaling back on gifts and giving more of my time to loved ones. It appears I am not alone in this attempt to find the real gifts of this season. Chase makes an excellent case for sharing experiences and less stuff.
After all, stuff goes away but memories of experiences linger in our hearts.
What are your plans to bring sanity back into this season? Feel free to opine in the comment section. Please note comments are moderated and subject to my approval.
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Halloween was a real treat this year with the annual Rock&Roll Half Marathon that was pushed to Halloween due to the Papal visit in September. One delightful surprise, the course route this year was changed. Eliminated was the run up a hill to Memorial Hall on East River Drive. This was a truly a flat course this year. Hopefully this course shall be revisited next year.
Scenes from the run:
Always fun to run between the legs of a ginormous blow up guitar dude.
The Water Works and Art Museum on view across the river.
Run ability Rating: 4
1: Hell no, never, ever, again
2: Unless crucial changes are made, then NO
3: Meh – If you have nothing better to do that day, then go for it.
4: Put this on your list of potential runs for next year.
5: I’ve already signed up for next year.
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November is over? How did that happen? Oh yeah, National Novel Writing Month (NanoWriMo) happened and I am the proud owner/writer of a steaming pile of a first draft novel. Well, actually, only half the novel has been written. I realized after week one this story was shaping into a beast of epic novel-ness. The stated goal of NaNoWriMo is to reach 50,000 words written in one month. No way was this going to contain my entire tale. And that is alright, after years of just talking about writing a story that has jangled around in my head, I actually sat down and wrote half of it. I’m going to take a moment to savor this……
Okay, I’m back.
I need to thank a fellow NanoWriMo participant, BigGator5, for spreading the word about this November writing project. If not for him, I would still be talking about writing instead of actually writing the darn story. BIG, Huuuuuuge THANK YOU, Gator!!
My next goal is to complete the entire steaming pile of first draft goodness by January 1, 2016. Next year will be focused on editing, editing, editing, editing, and maybe publishing.
December will be a month of blog post catch up to hopefully complete the story of my year. I’ve a backlog of stories and photos to share *cough* Iceland *cough*. Also, Alex and Lucy will be back with the Friday 100 Word Fiction Challenge. I missed writing about their adventures. Of course, the Blab Friday night discussions will be posted along with my Friday Fiction submission for the week.
Writing is a lot like running were the benefits are directly proportional to how much work you put in.
See you all on the blog or on the trails!
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Wishing all my readers and their family a very tasty and joyous Thanksgiving.
Around my house it is not Thanksgiving without someone playing the classic Thanksgiving Turkey Drop video. So from my house to yours – Happy Turkey Drop Day!
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In case you are wondering – or not. I’ve taken the month of November to participate in the National Novel Writers Month or as it is affectionately called ‘Nanowrimo’. Please do not ask me to pronounce that acronym. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. That breaks down to 1667 words per day or for me two and half hours of writing. I had an idea for a written work rattling around my head for some time, worked out plot points during marathon training long runs, yet never put the ideas on paper or Scrivener. I’m 33,089 words into this project and I am stunned how easy this project has been for me to stay on track. I have no experience in novel writing and found myself adopting a rollicking, seat-of-your-pants style of writing. I can’t wait to see this novel through to the end. It is going to be one hell of a ride.
In the meantime, I will Blab about writing on a weekly Blab-cast. Friday night at 8pm EST
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Alice Winterborne stepped into the kitchen holding a basket of last-minute cuttings she wanted placed around the formal parlor. She handed the basket off to one of the party planners gofer assistants – as she nicknamed them – with instructions on where the cuttings should be displayed. The kitchen was buzzing with activity. The chef keeping a watchful eye on the main courses as his assistants prepared and arranged finger food platters. She headed to the main parlor where the principle party planner, two personal assistants and her butler were waiting for a last walk through of the party preparations. Tonight was going to be special, she thought, as they began their review. Experience taught Alice to listen to that little voice, she made sure to pay close attention to the details of this event. All the pieces had to be perfect before the guests arrived and magic happened. Something was happening tonight, her gut was telling her. What it would be, well, she hadn’t a clue. She was going to leave it up to the Fates tonight, as their powers shine brightest on All Hallows Eve.
The house is a truly striking construction taking inspiration from the House of Seven Gables made famous by the haunting story by Nathanial Hawthorne. Traditional English hedgerow gardens surround the front and sides of the house and a classic kitchen garden and green house fill the back landscape. The construction of the house generated reams of gossip laden articles in the local news rag and endless blog posts speculating on the design and the curious woman who planned to make this place her home.
The widely speculated home belonged to Alice Winterborne, A silver-haired, self-proclaimed witch with a strong marketing bent who has become widely known as the Martha Stewart of Wicca. Over the years, she created a popular lifestyle brand based around all things natural, organic and Wiccan. There are rumors swirling of a television series in the works, but one never knows with Alice. She keeps her cards close. Tonight, she is opening the doors of her spectacular home to a select number of guests and media. As a nod to the silly gossip reports of witchcraft going on in this home, Alice chose All Hallows Eve as the date of this event. Always the good marketer of her brand is Alice.
“Make sure the Orb is prominently placed on the mantle and with that I believe were are good to go’ Alice stated. ‘What a lovely piece of art’ observed Polly. The party planner admired the quality craftsmanship of the orb and asked of its history. “Ah, this old thing’ Alice exclaimed cheerily. ‘It was a gift from my great-grandmother. It is not made of glass, it is a solid piece of quartz crystal that was shaped into the sphere you see here with water and abrasives powders placed into a container while constantly turned for decades. The orb is speculated to have been a gift from Chinese royalty to my great-grandmother, However, we have no definitive proof of that exchange.’ Alice winked ‘But it does make a good story to tell the grand-kids.’
‘Wow, that’s impressive’ replied Polly. ‘I’ve heard orbs are known to have scrying powers or at least that’s what I’ve seen in Lord of the Rings.’ Alice laughed. ‘The only power it has is what you believe the orb is capable of; all it does for me is collect a remarkable amount of dust.’ The group laughed at Alice’s joke and began filing off to complete last minute chores.
Alice paused and gazed at the orb for a few seconds, as flashes of blue silica particles began swirling through the orb. ‘Excellent! Still in working condition.’ Alice thought to herself before heading off to prepare for her guests who would be arriving within the hour.
Lucy blinked, then blinked again as she regarded her costume in a mirror. It’s going to take time to get used to the outrageous false eyelashes her friend Monica talked her into wearing with her costume. Lucy had to admit, the lashes completed the look. Who ever said fashion must be functional? Dramatic lashes were the least of her annoyances with this costume. The corset apparently was of the style that considers breathing an optional activity, but the shape it gives..damn what a look. “So, in short, I won’t be able to see or breathe in this costume’ Lucy said to no-one in particular. Actually, that would fit with the theme of the costume Lucy chose, breathing and sight are not requirements for a sugar skull. Lucy’s apartment was taken over by her three closest friends as they excitedly helped each other craft the perfect Halloween costume. They all had scored an invite to the event of the season, if not the year, Alice Winterborne’s halloween open house.
‘For the love of all that’s holy, why won’t this eye stay in place.’Peter huffed annoyed. Monica looked over and offered to share skin glue with him. “Do you really need the eye?’ Simon asked as he adjusted his cape. ‘Of course I do. What self-respecting Zombie does not have an eyeball hanging out of its socket.’ Peter snapped back at Simon. ‘Whoa..it seems someone forgot to snack on brains today’ Simon threw cotton balls at Peter. ‘Boys behave!’ Don’t make me go all Khaleesi on you’ Monica glowered at them. Actually, she didn’t need the costume to put people in their place, she had that commanding air about her that people either respected or feared. Lucy stepped out the bathroom. Stepped is too kind of a description for someone who stumbled about with legs of a newborn foal. ‘Oh boy, this is going to be interesting.’ Lucy whined internally. ‘Hey girl, what you on?’ joked Monica as she guided Lucy over to the sofa. ‘Breathing is a skill I’m going to have to practice and the eyelashes are..interesting.’ Lucy replied. ‘Give me a few minutes to adjust to this corset and I’ll be fine.’ As Lucy caught her breath, she looked at her friends and thought, damn they look good in costume. ‘The Bela Lagosi dracula suits you Simon.’ Lucy observed. ‘What’s wrong with your eye, Peter? Also, no one mess with Monica tonight. Ahh, Monica, is that a real sword? We are all made of awesome tonight and I still can’t believe we are going to the Ball.’ Lucy said excitedly. ‘It’s an open house’ replied Simon ‘A real freaky looking open house on Halloween – what could go wrong’ Peter wryly observed.
Thirty minutes later and minus the eye lashes, the four friends set off to enjoy an evening in the most talked about homes in their small town.
Alex with Marie following along entered the grand foyer to greet the hostess of this event, his aunt, Alice Winterborne. ‘Auntie, this house is stunning. Well done.’ Alex admired as he embraced his aunt in greeting. ‘Aunt Alice, I would like you to meet my friend Marie.’ ‘Girlfriend’ Marie clarified. “Of course.” Alice replied. ‘Welcome to my home, please feel free to wander where you may.’ Alice replied evenly. Marie trotted off to check her costume in one of the french mirrors lining one wall of the parlor. ‘I can almost finish your sentence, Auntie.’ Alex mused. Alice smiled and queried back at Alex, ’Girlfriend or friend with benefits?’ Alex shifted his stance, placing his hand over his heart ‘Oh you wound me, Auntie,with your laser-like insight.’ Alex smirked back at her. ‘I’m simply seeking further clarification, Alex.’ Alice said. Uncomfortable where this conversation will lead and he has been down that road far too many times, Alex refocused the conversation admiring the spiraling blue particles in the Orb. “I see you broke out the Orb for this event. Are you expecting company?” Alice raised her eyebrow before answering his question. ‘Nothing I can’t handle, dear boy. It is more to confirm a suspicion than detect a threat.’ The Orb is more than a pretty piece of art work. This orb was created as a detection system when one of their kind is near. It does not differentiate between good or evil, it simply reveals the presence of an Other in the local area. To the ordinary human, the orb is a beautiful piece of artwork; to the Others, it is a stealthy way to detect more of their kind. “Oh, you suspect there is an Other in your guest list?” Alex asked. ‘I have my suspicions’ Alice replied cryptically and said no more on the topic. ‘Go gather your ‘girlfriend’ Alex and help yourself to some of Chef Raoul’s appetizers, I have more guests to welcome.’ With that Alice bustled off to greet the Mayor and his wife who where just escorted into the foyer by Alice’s ever faithful butler.
11:30 pm and the party was in full swing. Alice and her friends arrived three hours early and somehow managed to enter the home through the kitchen instead of the front door like most normal guests. It was all because Lucy saw a dog she had to follow. The little Westie lead Lucy and her friends through the side gardens into the kitchen garden before running off and hiding. That is how a Sugar Skull, Khalessie, Bela the Vampire and the Walking Dead made a rather awkward entrance through the kitchen pantry into the main dining room. Simon mumbled under his breath that this was the last time we get an invite to this house before glaring at Lucy. Simon, the walking dead, was a stickler for protocol and manners. This rubbed his dangling eye the wrong way all together. ‘Stuff it’ replied Monica ‘Khalessi’ as they began mingling with the other guests before finding the courage to greet the renown Alice Winterborne.
Simon was in his element, the guy was a born showman. In his white tie tuxedo and fake fangs he round among the guests charming them with his wit and style. That is the authentic Simon shining through his costume, Lucy thought as Simon cracked a joke making Khalessi laugh out loud. They are so cute together, why don’t they see it? Lucy questioned as she laughed at his joke. Lucy took a step back bumping into a blonde Amazonian woman dressed as Raggedy Ann reimagined as an employee of Heidi Fleiss. ‘Sorry, my bad’ Lucy apologized. The woman glared at her for a moment then moved on without a word. “Whatever’ Lucy sighed and returned to the conversation.
Lucy’s stomach growled which was a good sign, that meant she was getting enough oxygen to feel hungry. She went to select a few appetizers and that’s when she saw the Westie sitting up on its hind legs, pawing at the glass door. ‘I’ve got to see this dog’, Lucy thought. She turned handing her appetizers to Simon. ‘Here eat these, I’ve a dog to follow.’ Simon rolled his eyes, grabbed the appetizers and waved goodbye to Lucy.
Lucy slipped through the French glass doors and followed the Westie down the garden path. She kept calling for the dog to come to her to no avail. The dog kept looking back and moving on down the path with Lucy following where he led.
Alex stepped out into the crisp night air and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The moon was full tonight and lit up the garden with its light. None of the guests wandered out into the kitchen garden and Alex was very grateful for that, he needed a quiet place to clear his head and refocus. Society gatherings were always awkward at best for Alex and Marie’s presence added salt to this wound. He needed a quick break before rejoining the crowds. Ah, the silence is absolutely needed, thought Alex.
Lucy quickened her pace to catch up the the dog. Maybe she can outrun him and make him stop. Her corset was saying something else entirely. The Westie turned around and barked at Lucy before rounding a corner. Lucy raced around the same corner and found herself slamming into none other than Haven Fall’s #1 Eligible Hottie – Alex Winterborne.
‘Oh crap’ thought Lucy.
“What the hell!’ Alex griped
“So sorry! I am so sorry for running into you.’ Lucy pleaded awkwardly
‘And you should be’ Alex replied
‘I was following a dog, a Westie, he ran into this area, did you see him?’ Lucy asked
‘No. No dog ran across this path. I’ve been here at least ten minutes’ Alex replied coldly
Lucy stood stunned for a moment, catching her breath. She finally took in the visage before her. Wait a minute..was Alex trying to dress as Raggedy Andy? Seriously, what is with the sequin pockets? Is that a red mop on his head? Ha! This jerk thinks he can look down on me when he’s the one wearing a mop on his head, Lucy fumed silently.
“Maybe your dog turned down a different path.’ Alex said gently, feeling bit guilty about his recent attitude toward this woman dressed as a sugar skull. Alex perused this strange woman’s costume. A sugar skull? Really? Does she have any idea of the otherworldly connection sugar skulls have? Probably not just a typical girl latching on to the latest costume craze.
Lucy took an inward deep breath before responding. ‘There is no other path, the Westie turned into this section of the garden, I was two feet behind him. Perhaps the sequins scared him away?”
Alex snorted ’Touche’.
Lucy smiled. Then gasped. ‘Oh, you’re Raggedy Andy…Heidi Fleiss..er..Raggedy Ann’s partner.’
Alex bowed at her connection. ‘The one and only.’
‘Well, I can see the inspiration for you costume’ Lucy jabbed pointedly.
‘Oh, what was yours?’ Alex rejoined.
‘Sugar skulls are representative of the link between the living and the dead. This is the night the veil between the living the dead thins allowing spirits to visit loved ones, if you believe. I think this is a proper historical costume for this evening.’ Lucy responded.
‘Impressive. That’s not just sugar in your skull. So, tell me, do you believe in ghosts?’ Alex asked.
‘Doctoral student in biotechnology, thank you very much. And no, there is no conclusive evidence to support the theory of life after death or ghosts for that matter. It is the colorful traditions passed down from generation to generation that is the real magic of this day. ‘ Lucy stated with clear resolution.
‘How do you explain the dog you’ve been chasing tonight?’ Alex asked
‘He must has scrambled under a bush or you did not notice the little guy running by. There are lots of theories here to pursue.’ Lucy replied.
‘Of course. By the way, I Alex Winterborne. Pleasure to meet you.’ Alex could not contain the smirk as he teased this sugar-addled woman.
‘Alex, I know who you are, you’re Haven Falls #1 Hottest Eligible Singleton.’ Lucy smile did not reach her eyes as she replied to his comment. ‘Although, not for long, since you found your Raggedy Ann.’
‘What would you know about a solid relationship? Alex rose to the implied challenge of her words.
‘Well, I can say the basis of solid relationship is one where two people can comfortably sit down to a good cup of coffee before taking in a classic movie.’ Lucy replied ‘ But they better have a firm understanding where to get a good cup of coffee. If not, the relationship is doomed.’
Alex just stared quizzically at her.
A beat more and the sound of cat singing the song of its people or Marie calling for Alex floated in the air.
‘Sounds like you’re being summoned by your one and only’ Lucy observed as she made to walk past Alex.
‘Wait, what’s your name?’ Alex asked quickly.
‘That’s my secret. Farewell Alex’ and with that Lucy walked the few feet to rejoin her friends in the main dining room.
Midnight, the witching hour, all hell breaks loose as Simon finds he can no longer contain the contents of his stomach and finds the nearest skull/wastebasket to contain his vomitus. Lucy runs over to Simon hold his head as he retches, asking Peter to gets some towels and water. Simon finally purges his stomach, turns over and slides down the wall to a seated position. ‘I really don’t feel well’ is all he manages to say before retching anew.
Monica finds the butler and informs him of her friends illness and implores him for help. The ever efficient butler springs into action, gathering ginger soda, towels and cool water he helps Simon get to his feet escorting him to the pantry. He wets the towel with the cold water and places it on Simon’s forehead and practically forces him to drink a ginger concoction to stop the nausea and vomiting. Thirty minutes later, Simon begins feeling better. His friends decide it’s best to leave the party and make sure Simon gets home safely. Lucy takes this opportunity to venture into the main foyer to say her goodbyes to Alice and explain her rather rude entrance. Alice is holding court, as she is known to do, with several of the towns leading politicians and socialites. Lucy mentally tipped her had to this woman, she is a marketing machine as the success of this party reflects.
‘Leaving so soon?’ Alice looked genuinely upset. Yes, I’m afraid so, Simon has fallen ill and I want to make sure he gets home safely.’ Lucy explained. “I had an extraordinary time tonight and thank you again for your kind invitation.’ Alice replied ‘You haven’t met my nephew yet.’ Lucy decided the less said the better ‘Perhaps you can invite him to the coffee shop. Right now, I have to get Simon home.’ Alice resigned ’Of course, dear, you are a good friend.’ Alice hugged Lucy goodbye and wished her safe travels. Lucy turned to leave when a object caught her eye. A perfectly polished crystal orb rested on the mantle of the fireplace. It appeared to have bright flashes of blue silica twisting through the core. “Alice… what a beautiful orb’ Lucy remarked transfixed by what she was viewing and was startled to see Alice right behind her. ‘What do you see, my dear’ Alice asked carefully. ‘The interior of this crystal is glowing with flashes of blue silica. How did you get that to happen?’ Lucy asked. ‘Just an old parlor trick. I’ll show it to you sometime. Right now it is best you attend on your friend’ Alice answered. Lucy hugged her friend one more time before departing to collect Simon and head home.
Lucy and her friends traveled home safe and made sure Simon was okay before sending him home. What a heady night for all of them. Indeed.
After the last guest departed, Alice summoned her nephew. ‘We have to talk. It seems there is a new Other in our midst.’ Alice revealed. ‘Really, who?’ Alex replied sipping a draught of brandy. ‘Lucy Green apparently. A good steady girl but I don’t think she realizes her capabilities. The Orb was glowing like I’ve never seen before, she is powerful, indeed.’ Alice spoke thoughtfully. ‘Have you met her?’ Alex replied by shrugging his shoulders. “She was here tonight dressed as a sugar skull’ Alice noted. Alex choked on his drink, that was Lucy Green? Oh boy, he thought, the less said the better. ‘There were so many people here tonight…’ Alex replied lamely. Alice pondered his response ‘Oh who am I kidding, you had Raggedy Ann distracting you all night. I’ll set up a meeting in our coffee shop, what do you think, Alex?’ Alex paused before responding ‘How about I talk it over with grandpa before making any moves, okay?’ That answer seems to mollify Alice for the moment.
Two weeks later on a sunny Sunday morning in November, Alex knocks on Lucy’s apartment door with two cups of coffee and a pair of tickets to an afternoon showing of Casablanca.
Clearly a touch more than 100 words. This is when Alex and Lucy meet one another. Just ramping up for Nanowrimo this November.
Jimmie Bise – Here I stand
Big Gator 5 – Sincere Pumpkin Patch
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A helpful email from Brittany at Blab.im announcing upgrades to the inter-webs hottest new toy – Blab. The new feature allows you to embed you Blab stream on your blog, Medium or Tumblr sites. The event streams live on your preferred site and viewers can call in, comment, send happy hands and share your amazing live Blab event all from your site. There is no need for them to search Blab to find your event. The archived video will be available for replay for slackers who missed the live event
Another cool update, and one I have to look into, is the ability to select a co-host for your event.
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It is that time of year when the leaves burst into radiant yellows and rich reds and the air laced in coolness. It is also the time of year when I recall the fateful vet visit that introduced me to my beloved Buster.
Discarded from a moving vehicle on a busy highway, Buster was rescued by a passing motorist and taken to the nearest vet clinic for treatment. There his wounds healed and the staff cared for him till a new family could be found for him. One October evening I arrived at the vet’s office for a routine checkup of my Pomeranian named Tiny. As I waited to check in, a veterinarian came over to pet Tiny and stated she had the perfect companion dog for Tiny. Uh-huh, I replied, not quite convinced about that statement. After being ushered into the exam room with Tiny, the same veterinarian came back with a bouncing bundle of fur. She introduced me to ‘Mayo’ short for Mayonnaise, the dog she felt would be a good companion for Tiny. Tiny was completely unimpressed and ignored the attention of ‘Mayo’, he then placed his paws on my lap and begged me to play with him. The vet stated he was a Pomeranian. He seemed quite large to be purely Pomeranian. ‘What other breed of dog beside Pom makes up Mayo?’ I asked. The vet replied he’s half American Eskimo (Eskie) half Pomeranian. ‘So, he’s double the fluff’ I observed. I told the vet I had to think on this adoption and would get back to her tomorrow. The look ‘Mayo’ gave me when I walked out the office without him was positively pitiful.
The following afternoon, I was making arrangements to pick up ‘Mayo’ and welcome him to the family. And also, changing his name. Mayo? No way. No dog of mine will be named after a condiment.
Seven happy years have passed since that fateful vet visit. In these past years, Tiny peacefully passed on to the Bridge. Penny has been welcomed to the family and now is Buster’s perfect companion. Nothing would have been the same without him. I am so lucky for the opportunity to share my life with such a remarkable dog. Here’s to many more Adoptaversarys!
Of course, I have roughly a gazillion photos of Buster because he is so freaking cute! Here a few taken this past spring/summer. Most were taken at a local park where he is much admired and loves all the attention. He is also the defender of the picnic blanket. No stray dog dare invade that space when Buster is relaxing on the blanket.
Buster is my #1 running fan! I do all the running, he poses with the shiny medals afterwards.
Happy Adoptaversary Buster!
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For the 10th time this hour Alex sighed in resignation while adjusting his mop-like wig.
‘Stop grimacing, Alex, you look fabulous’ Marie chided.
Alex peered in the mirror, a goth version of Raggedy Andy complete with sequin patches stared back at him. Sequin. Patches. How did he get talked into this train wreck of a costume?
Marie appeared next to him in her Raggedy Ann costume, a cross between goth and Heidi Fleiss. She carefully arranged her thigh-high tights and grinned at Alex.
Oh, that’s why, Alex mused.
‘Are you ready?’ Marie asked Alex
‘Lead me on, my dear’ Alex replied.
Other Friday Fictioners:
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The first frost has swept through the Delaware Valley signaling the end of the summer growing season.
So how did my garden fare?
I would describe the season as ‘mezza’ – Not outstanding but not a complete disaster. Though at one point, it really was a disaster when the neighbors tree fell on my vegetable patch. That mess was cleaned up in short order and the garden began anew. A few weeks later, I realized there was much mis-labeling going on at the garden center where I purchased my seedling veggies. Since winter and early spring of this year revolved around marathon training, I failed to start the process of growing veggies from seed. I purchased all the veg as seedling and soon discovered a garden of a different color growing.
It reminded me of the land of misfit toys only with vegetables.
Despite the disaster of the season, I was able to find a good use for the garden vegetables that grew.The veggies were donated to my office ‘Farmer’s Market’ American Heart Association (AHA) yearly fund raiser. We sold our heart healthy, home grown vegetables to raise funds for the American Heart Association (AHA) and it was a great success! We netted a sizable donation to AHA this season with our ‘Farmer Market’ and plan to do the same for next years fund drive.
The beds are turned over and I added new mushroom compost to the soil. I’m anticipating planting garlic and onion this fall to see how they fare overwinter. I’ve yet to successfully grow either garlic or onion when planted out in the spring. So, let’s see what happens when they are planted in the fall.
Next spring I will again set up a container to grow potatoes. I had limited success this year even though I started way too late and the potato bulbs didn’t chit well. Next year will be the year of the potato, onion and garlic in my garden.
How does your garden grow? Let me know in the comment section below.
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Lucy inhaled the crisp air as sunlight filtered through tree leaves setting them aglow. She loved October with is tales of witches & ghosts on the prowl. The veil, she was told, thins every October allowing spirits to return. If provable, she mused. She’d love say hello to Snowball, a dog stolen from her decades ago. Returning from her run, Lucy noticed a ball bouncing down the steps. “Must belong to the neighbor’s dog.” Tossing the ball into their yard she moved to go indoors, when she heard a dog bark.
She turned seeing nothing but leaves scraping across the sidewalk.
October is my favorite month of the year. I’d imagine it would be for Alex and Lucy. Next week we find out what Alex gets himself roped into for a Halloween costume. Also, I did have a dog stolen when I was a small girl and decades later it still hurts to recall the memory.
This week’s installment of Friday Fiction shall be read live on Blab.im
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Daring Greatly – Unlock your creativity with Brene Brown and Chase Jarvis
Bravery and Authenticity in a Digital World – Brene Brown and Chase Jarvis.
Failure can be your greatest teacher if you allow it. Keep going in the darkness, it will be alright.
You’re welcome dear readers.
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Pope Francis made a whirlwind visit through Philadelphia this weekend in support of the World Meeting of Families conference. While I felt the Pontiff’s message to the United States was scolding in its tone, the people who traveled to this conference were nothing less than joyful. With humble hearts and kindness to all they met, I found interacting with these pilgrims the highlight of this conference.
I spent close to twelve hours on Saturday waiting for the Popemobile to pass by on the Parkway. I grabbed a great spot to photograph the Pontiff in his mobile as he passed by the crowds. Of course, this meant I had to stick to that spot till then. I texted friends for food and water reinforcements to help make the wait more bearable. As I leaned against the temporary railing set up on the Parkway I observed the moveable feast of conference participants and snapped a few photos. The following are some of the more interesting shots I took during that long wait. My gear for the day was the Canon 7DM2 and 70-200 f/4 lens along with the 24mm f/2/8 pancake lens. The photo of Pope Francis in the popemobile was taken with a Canon 70-200 f/4 L.
I also managed to snap a photo of a rainbow that appeared in the sky during the Papal Mass on Saturday. Quite thrilling to have this beautiful natural phenomenon to happen during this Mass.
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What were your impressions of the Papal visit to America? Would you wait twelve hours to snap a photo of the Pope in his famous ‘popemobile’? Leave your thoughts in the comment section.
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Nick stormed into the kitchen throwing papers on the table where Emma sat sipping tea.
“These are forged documents.” Nick stated
Emma grimaced “Without a provenance, you would not have granted me an interview. There is no provenance, Nicholas, the portrait of the King was a personal gift.”
“I should report you to authorities.” Nick threatened
“Why haven’t you?” Emma asked.
Nick paused before replying “your handwriting matches the script on Lady Isobel’s portrait and that’s not possible.”
“Yes, that’s true.” Emma replied.
“What do you gain from this deception? Nick asked. “Why involve me?”
“I need closure.”
Emma and Nick have come out to play this week. The photo above was taken at a civil war re-enactment camp. The participants don’t take re-enactment lightly and do diligent research into the real-life person they are portraying and for a weekend they inhabit a person who lived over a century ago.
UPDATE: A commentator reminded me that I have a video of the woman pictured above. Let me introduce Ellen Radshaw House and this is her story:
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Jimmie Bise at Jim-o-Rama
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The city is busy getting ready for the Pope visit and a large amount of the action was going on along Benjamin Franklin Parkway. On a lunch hour walkabout I snapped iPhone pictures of the activities going on along the Parkway. I did get peek at the stage the Pope will use for Mass this weekend. I posted a photo of the stage above.
Slowly the Parkway is being surrounded by fencing that will be used for crowd control.
Jumbotrons are being placed along the Parkway so no one will miss out on Francis and his speech.
Trash is being recycled in many ways.
Media will be warehoused on the Parkway in matching suites.
The nuns are getting giddy during a lunchtime conference break on the Parkway.
schoolchildren artwork adorns turning signals on the Parkway.
Yay capitalism! I hope they make a million bucks off this visit.
If you see something, say something….Welcome to Philadelphia, Pope Francis!
I’m going to office camping in the secure zone starting Friday and staying through Monday. I will be posting photos and observations of this event to my Twitter, FB and Instagram account this weekend. Feel free to follow along!
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Spent Sunday afternoon taking in Splendors of the Vatican and KHAN! The life of Genghis Khan at the Franklin Institute. While on the Parkway, I spied lots of activity in advance of Pope Francis visit to Philadelphia.
Interesting to note Genghis Khan bore no resemblance to Benedict Cumberbatch, Ricardo Montalbon or John Wayne. Amazing life, though. This is an exhibit worth taking time to explore.
LEGO my Vatican! Haha! No? Didn’t work for you? A priest spent a year assembling this Lego incarnation of the Vatican. Although, it looks different from the last time I visited the Vatican, it is interesting to see all the fine details of the Vatican in this model.
The official Pope merchandise was on offer outside the Basilica.
Knotted Grotto art installation next to the Basilica. Thousands upon thousands have written their struggles on white strips of fabric which were woven together. It is a testament to the enduring power of hope.
The struggle is real. Read up on the early history of the Catholic faith and you will find that for a brief time women were performing sacramental roles.
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