I Want Your Smile! #weeklysmile Reminder Week 77

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

As many of you may know, I spend a lot of time on Cape Cod.  You may not know that I usually leave early Sunday morning.  I try to get on the road before the highway is crowded.

Not today.  Today I am still here and will be here all day.  And it is a gorgeous day!

The sun is shining and it is very warm.  It won’t be too hot.  It is already very comfortable in a swimsuit and no shirt.  Later it  will be go-in-the-water warm.  And I just might!

I’ve already taken a very long walk on the beach.  I plan on getting out on the kayak soon (like right after I write this) and I might go to another beach for a quick dip in the ocean.  Of course, there is always the afternoon walk in the woods to look forward to. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 24th of June

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large mug of very strong French Roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage.  It’s a little odd out right now.  It is warmish and windy.  It is also cloudy and humid.  It looks like rain, but I’m not sure if it will hit us.  And where are we?  Some of you may recognize the photo at the top as coming from my cottage on Cape Cod.

Last week was very busy, but, again, I don’t have a lot to show for it.  One big thing, I am on vacation this coming week, so I spent a lot of time preparing.  There are also projects at work and other such things.

I also did quite a bit of writing.  I had sent my manuscript of The Fireborn to two people to edit.  One found a lot of typos and that type of thing, while the other pointed out more stylist things.  I’ve been going through their notes and am making corrections where needed.  I don’t always agree, but it is helping.  Actually, there isn’t as many problems as I expected.  On the other hand, I’ve done six drafts and over a dozen read throughs/revisions.  I’ve corrected a huge amount of mistakes in that time!  When I’m done with this, I’ll do one more quick read through to catch any other typos/misspellings/misused words/etc.  I started earlier this week and I’m a little over three quarters of the way done.  One long session or two shorter ones and I’ll be done (except the final read through).

Of course, after that part is done, the hard work has to happen.  In some ways this will be harder to format that Seasons of Imagination.  On the other hand, I don’t have to worry about a table of contents, which turned out to be a major pain. Continue reading

Izle again – the Old Mill

(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  A Phone Call.  The Table of Contents is here)

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A lot happened at the office and so I was about an hour late getting home on Monday.  In Amesbury, as I turned off Main Street, I was surprised to notice that part of town appeared to be blocked off.  I could see flashing lights, but couldn’t make out what was going on.  I went out for a walk almost immediately after getting home.  First, I wanted to find out what was happening.  I’ll admit it, it’s a small town and we are all slightly nosy.  But also, I had promised Izle that I would talk to her.  Despite it being Izle, I was very curious.  She said she wanted to want to warn me about something.  I had wondered if it were similar to Alexander’s warning.  On the other hand, she had mentioned Galvin.  I couldn’t imagine him being involved in anything, but he could be a stooge, just like when he was a lookout for the kids exploring the mansion.

As I walked, I thought a little about Alexander and his issues.  Mike from the historic society had written back that after thinking about it, he was about 90% certain that I was correct that Alexander was a black man.  It explained so much about his life.  He was a business genius and a good man in most ways, but something always held him back.  And no matter how polite he was, people took an instant dislike to him.  Seeing an issue with racism made all of the pieces of the puzzle fit neatly together.  Mike said that he was amazed that it had never been brought up before.  Later he wrote back and said that after a bit of research, he was 100% sure Alexander was black.  He was wrong and found that it had been brought up, at least in Alexander’s lifetime, but for some reason the historians missed it.  I wondered if the historians were as racist as the people 200 years ago, thinking that only a white person could be so successful and never entertaining the idea that Alexander wasn’t white, despite the fact he was often referred to as “the black devil”.  From what Mike said, it was even more than that, that people called him black all of the time, but people had taken it to mean his personality.

Walking into the center of the village, I discovered that Mill Street had been blocked off and the traffic rerouted.  I could see emergency vehicles down around the large mill building that housed Cooper’s Scientific Instruments.  I knew I couldn’t go down there, so I decided to do the next best thing and headed to Strickland’s.

I wasn’t too surprised that most of the usual guys were there, hanging out. Continue reading

Weekly Smile 77 Follow On #weeklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Reading Tena Carr’s Smile post this week reminded me of a great feel good story.  OK, it starts with a great tragedy.

I’m sure you have heard about that terrible fire in London.  I’m also sure you’ve heard some of the complaints that it might have been avoidable.  On the plus side, you may have seen that some of London’s more famous residents came out to support the victims.  Even the Queen did a better job of showing her sympathies than some of the politicians.

Adele publicly spoke about how hard it hit her.  But less publicly she stopped by the local firehouse to thank the heroes who put their lives at risk to help those trapped in the building.  The firefighters, though, did publicly show their appreciation for the visit.

You can read about it here, on the BBC. Continue reading

The Tunnel – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

“Dad!  Dad!”

Cate and Leo came running up to the back of the house, where I was doing chores.

“Whoa, calm down, what’s the rush?  Being chased by a hornet again?” I asked.

“Dwarves, Dad,” Leo said.  At eleven, he was Cate’s elder by two years and often the instigator in their little escapades.

“Dwarves?” I asked.

“Mmm-Hmm, Daddy,” Cate said.  “We saw them.  Four of ‘em.”

“Dwarves, like ‘Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho’ Snow White style, or dwarves like The Hobbit?”

“Snow White,” Cate yelled simultaneously with Leo yelling, “The Hobbit!”

“So, tell me a little about these dwarves that are part of cartoons and fantasy books.”

They looked at each other for a moment.  Cate nodded to Leo.  I hid my laugh.  They usually aren’t quite as transparent with their stories. Continue reading

My Two Cents



It was raining, like all of the tears at all of the funerals in the world.  I wouldn’t have minded, but the queue was long.  Not that I worried about getting aboard, of course not, but I was miserable waiting.

Finally, I was there.  Those in front of me just walked on board when their turn came, but I stopped and looked at the ticket taker.  I held out my hand and his eyes sparkled.  I dropped the two pennies into his waiting palm.  The coins turned to gold.  I knew my afterlife would be good.

Always pay the ferryman.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo provided by © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

I clicked “Publish on my last story and almost instantly regretted it.  I had a new idea, a much better (in my mind) idea.  I had to write this.  I hope you don’t mind that I double-dipped this week.

The Last Ferry



Sean looked over his shoulder.

Just behind them, the soldiers pushed back the wet and wary crowds.  The wall was near and closing, causing a panic.

“Are we going to make it?” Jasmine asked.

Before he could answer, a guard waved them through.

They’d get on, but it would be tight.

The car parked, Sean and Jasmine went to the observation deck.  They heard guns firing, then yelling.  The guards had been overrun.  People were racing to the ferry.

The mighty ship lurched forward violently.

Sean looked out, watching in horror as the flames ate all.

They had made it.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo provided by © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Weekly Smile 77 #weeklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Looking through at all of the nice smiles I’ve posted in the past.  Since I typically do two posts a week, there have been quite a few, big and small.  Some have been very specific while others very generic.  I’ve had friends, family, strangers, animals, places and things to smile about.  There have also been ideas and activities, both mental and physical.  Things I’ve seen and done and people I’ve met.

Today I am lazy I have a meeting in about ten minutes (honestly) I am going to do something different.  I am going to smile about the smiles, mine and yours.  In 2016 I collect all of my smiles and made a page.  I’ve started it for 2017 but haven’t posted.  there were a lot of smile!  And then going to the link ups and look at your smiles once again has been great.  I haven’t gone back to more than a handful, but i still enjoy the visits when I have, and I’ve liked just seeing them. Continue reading

The Storm Rolls In


Where have you gone?
The clouds roll in
I haven’t seen you
It begins to rain
It’s been too long
The wind does howl
You didn’t say ‘goodbye’
A lightning bolt
Where have you gone?
The sun goes dark


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Don’t read too much into this – I wanted to write a poem that fit with these photos ;)  A storm moved through last night.  As it came in, I took these pictures.

Immature Loon

Immature Loon

The other day I went down to one of my favorite little walks, Bells Neck in Harwich.  I got out of the car and walked towards the herring ladder.  There is a pool of water above the flume, a little smooth inlet away from the main pond.  I saw a bird between the parking lot and the water, a largish bird.  Not eagle big, or Great Blue Heron big, but something with the body the size of a Canadian Goose but a much shorter neck.

I walked pretty close, and it only half watched me.  But then I got Fiyero out of the car and it lifted it’s head and kept a sharp, red eye on the dog.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but it looked familiar.  I thought “Loon”, but it was the wrong color.  Besides, I had never seen a Loon on the Cape.  In Canada and northern Maine, sure, but Cape Cod?  Nope. Continue reading