Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

I am thankful for Jesus and His love.
I am thankful for my husband John. I am thankful for my children and their children.
I am thankful for my friends through my life.
I am thankful for my sister, and for her family.
I am thankful for my new friends at St Marks, and those I have met blogging.
May you have much to be thankful for.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Raven challenge 90

Today I face another Raven's Challenge.
Words for this week's 10-word challenge are: love is a many splendored thing, trucks, inspector, symbols, rising, organic, liberation, costly, smug, naughty

And for the mini: the nature of the beast, identical, charcoal, braggart, vacation

The words, love is a many splendored thing, were heard by all of Hal's neighbors as he sang while showering. Hal was a truck driver for many years, a truck driver who had not known a love like this. This inspector who turned his life up side down. She had stopped his truck for a routine inspection of the organic grown crop he was hauling. He believed in the movement. Liberation from the use of pesticides. True they were a bit more costly,but to save the planet well worth it. He had pleated his case, but felt his temper rising as she found points of criticism. His truck was not in trouble, his argument was. She laughed at the symbols of peace, smug in her stance. With such different political views, he thought his pass at her would not be accepted. It turned out that the traditional inspector had a naughty side. Hal did not care what his neighbors thought, they could get ear muffs, he was in love.

Lucky howled and howled. The neighbor Hal was singing love is a many splendored thing. He was being tortured, tied up to his dog house having to listen to that noise. Ah here comes Joe his pack leader carrying a bag of charcoal he put into the trunk of the car. They were going on vacation. Lucky wanted liberation. It was the nature of the beast to want to chase cars and trucks. He was not being naughty. Then it came by, a symbol of every thing good, a small ringing bell. The truck stopped and out from the neighborhood houses ran children of all shapes and sizes. Lucky knew what they wanted because Joe would take him, and together they would share ice cream. He pulled with all his might, and suddenly he was free. he rushed toward the truck, barking in his excitement. One small human was holding up her cone, Lucky made a quick grab, and off he ran with his goody leaving a screaming child. The Olson boy, who was a braggart shouted,"I will get him. I am the best dog catcher in the world."
Lucky quickly made distance between him and the pack chasing him. The park was the perfect place to head into. Through the organic grown flowers, and grasses, he was having a good time then the noise was rising and the crowd was surrounding him. Joe had his leash out in front, and Hal's friend the inspector lady , and Hal were in the back. The leash went around his neck none to gently. Joe was shouting something about being costly. He heard the meows of the identical twin tabby cats with their smug looks sitting by the fence. Next time he would make their world exciting.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Raven challenge 89

Today I face another Raven's Challenge.
Words for this week's 10-word challenge are: officer, candid, drowning, turtles, sugar-coated, prospecting, shame on you, recliner, luggage, brains

And for the mini: paragon of virtue, cats-in-the-cradle, swamp, sprinkles, garbage

Charlie Johnson was walking indignantly down the side walk. He promised him, yes he did, he promised to let him go his grandmothers. He was pulling his luggage behind him. Packed were all that was necessary for his stay, swimming trunks, goggles, and water shoes. He packed it himself. He was promised when it still had snow, to be able to stay at his grandmothers, when the weather was warm and they, his parents ,would be off work. That was today.
He asked but his father stayed in the recliner, making no effort to call grandma. His mother was still in bed. He would walk there. He couldn't wait to catch the turtles in the lake by grandma's.
Joe Johnson was talking to the officer. He gave the officer a photo. June Johnson was angry at her husband. "You would think that anyone with brains would be able to look after a six year old ." Both parents were scolding themselves.
The officer was open and candid, there was no sugar-coating the danger the child was in. Prospecting for the child was more difficult than for gold. There was the possibility of drowning in the near by river, or abduction by some sick minded person. The ringing phone drew the attention of everyone in the room. Joe got to the phone first. It was his mother, who started her conversation with" Shame 0n you." A very tired, and hungry child had found his way to her door. All were glad and thankful that Charles was safe.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Raven challenge 88

Today I face another Raven's Challenge.

Week's Ten Word Challenge will be:  Cute,
come with me to the Casba, bloodhound, respiration,
Facebook, Canada Geese, modern, gravity,
spider webs, sea shells
And for the mini: curiosity killed the cat, charming Victorian,
railroad tracks, tower, salt and
Ten Word Challenge:

This was not what Jesse expected. It was her sister's birthday and Jesse planned a surprise visit, but she was the one surprised, with a vacant apartment. Furnishings and personal items were there, but there was no sister to greet her. Spider-webs had now adorned the furnishings, so her sister had been gone for some time. Jesse was angry with herself that she had not tried to contact her sister earlier, but Homecoming, a new boy friend, and school had kept her busy. What about her parents, they must know where she was. They had not said a thing to her when she told them she planned to visit Janet. On the dusty shelf was that cute picture of the two of them on the beach picking up sea shells with the Canada geese behind them. There was defiantly something wrong here. She called her parents, and they had not been contacted by Janet. They had sent messages to her , but felt she was just to busy to get in touch with them. Janet was a modern girl and had a computer. She was on Facebook even. Jesse listened to Janet's phone messages,"Come with me to the Casba" What was that all about? She was going to the police, and try to stress the gravity of the situation. She was hoping they could use a blood hound. Her respiration quickened as she made the call.


Janet gave that large hug to her sister at the police station. Janet related her story to Jesse and the police. "We went sight seeing getting a way from the usual tourist places. Over the railroad tracks there was a charming Victorian home, which became a museum. It contained the most interesting exhibits. One of the exhibits was a collection of salt and pepper shakers. The exhibit of salt and pepper shakers was in the tower apart from the rest of the exhibits through a door and up a circle staircase. We knew the museum hours, but we were so engrossed that we did not hear a call that the museum was closing, and the door shut and lock. We had not paid any attention to the fact that this was their last day of the season to be open. We did notice that we were getting hungry, and the people coming to the exhibit were zero. We tried to leave but could not get out the door. We tried the small window but it was covered with a mesh, so that no one would fall out. At this point we started to panic. We were afraid that curiosity killed the cat. The museum was abandoned and so were we. I grew a year older," She laughed a nervous laugh, because her birthday came and went while she was in the tower. The police officer then spoke. " We located your car in the parking lot so we called the museum host to open it up, giving us a happy ending. There will be some changes made at the museum for safety."
"Call mom and then let's go celebrate my birthday," said Janet.

Sandy and Bob wanted to go to The Flame for a celebration of the first year of marriage,but their plans were altered by fate. As they crossed over the railroad tracks their car stopped on it's own. The fog, and the descending dusk gave the coming night an weird feeling. Bob checked the gas tank, but it was not empty, at least the gauge said they had half a tank. He got out of the car and checked under the hood, and could not see anything wrong. Sandy tried her cell phone, after all she was a modern girl, and knew about Facebook. It didn't work.They heard the wail of the train whistle as it passed behind them. They abandoned the car and began walking up the street lighted by some dim street lights. The wind picked up and brought a chill, forcing them into each others arms for warmth. "If I was a Canada goose I would fly south, " said Bob. Back from the road was a charming Victorian house. A light was on in a room in the tower part of the home. " Let's go see if anyone is home and can give us some help,"said Bob. "Maybe when they see the gravity of our situation they will be willing." The home was an older place but not uncared for. The stairs did creek. The door had a knocker and a door bell. They used both, but no one came to the door. The evening had become darker and
Bob could not see another home nearby. He turned the doorknob opening the door, as he did they heard a voice say"Come with me to the casba"
"Cute" said Sandy.
The howl of a blood hound was then heard. Their respiration quickened, but that did not keep them from entering the hall way. "I know that curiosity killed the cat, but shall we see if we can find someone home?" Bob hollered," Is any one here?"
In the hallway was a small aquarium with sea shells lining the bottom. Sandy bent over to get a closer look , and got caught in the spider webs. She brushed them off. Down from the staircase with a slow gate came a tall gaunt man with salt and pepper hair. He was oddly dressed in a blue suit.
"May I help you?" he asked.
Bob told him the story about the car.
"Take a seat in the living room. I will take a look at the car, I was a mechanic."
The man ushered them into a pleasant room with large plush couch and chairs, well worn. Bob and Sandy took a seat on the couch, and handed the man the keys. The man took a jacket from the closet behind the aquarium, and left. It was not long before he returned.
"Car's working."
"Thank you," they said.
They gratefully drove to The Flame, but found it was not open.
Back at their home, as they entered Sandy said,"That was a most unusual evening. We didn't get the name of the man."