If We Were Having Coffee on the 2nd of December

Moog and Morning Coffee

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large mug of very strong French Sumatra Roast, a cuppa tea, or other warm beverage.  It is a bit chilly out there right now.  It will get seasonably warm today, so still sweater weather, but not awful. Oh yes, were am I?  By the photo at the top some of you may know we are in New Hampshire this week.

I will admit that it was difficult going to work on Monday!  I wanted my little vacation to go on forever!  I did go in, and it was a very busy week.  It will continue to be busy for the foreseeable future.  It may get worse!  In ways it beats not having enough to do!  On the other hand, when I have a few minutes of free time at work, I can sneak in a little blogging.  I have not been able to sneak in even a minute recently…

Yes, my blogging slowdown that I started over two months ago is still going on.  My stats are even farther down, on a day to day basis, than September or October.  If I don’t do something, 2018 will be back to someplace between my 2014 and 2015 level.  Sigh.  I just don’t have time, so stats will be stats….  Life takes precedence over blogging. Continue reading

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Magic – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

The storm raged for days.

Samuel watched Abigail as she slept.  He frowned.  There were few good choices ahead.

Abigail rolled over and opened an eye.

“Sam, please come to bed.  It’s late.”

He shook his head.  “I need to keep the fire burning.  If it goes out, we might freeze to death before morning.”

She smiled.  “Don’t worry, we’ll keep each other warm.  Come.  The storm will end tonight.”

He shrugged his shoulders.  She might be right.  She usually was.  And he was beginning to think it didn’t matter.  If they survived the night, then what?  They would be stuck in their little homestead with no hope of reaching civilization.  Or food.  Perhaps freezing in their sleep would be better than a slow starvation.

“I know what you are thinking, my dear.  Please don’t worry tonight.  It will all turn out right.  You’ll see.” Continue reading

In Progress

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PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

“How are the renovations going?” I asked.

Jen rolled her eyes.

Brad, face flat, said, “Slow.”

I nodded.  “I can imagine.  You both work a lot.”

“Some say they work a lot, but you couldn’t tell it if you looked at what used to be our house!” Jen’s face was red.

“I don’t see you jumping up to volunteer.”

“The gym is going to start asking for rent.”

I hid a snicker, having seen the parts to the bathroom in the barn.  “Can’t you hire someone?”

Brad was shocked.  “And lose the satisfaction of doing it ourselves?”

Jen agreed.  “Never.”

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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 © Russell Gayer.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

If We Were Having Coffee on the 25th of November

Hello!  Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large mug of a very strong Sumatra Roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage.  It is a bright sunny day, with blue, blue sk8ies.  It is relatively warm, given the location and the time of year.  And what is the location?  Some of you may recognize that photo at the top as being taken in my cottage on Cape Cod. (edit – Ooops, if I mention a photo, I guess i should include it!)

This was Thanksgiving week here in the US.  I only worked Monday and Tuesday.  I drove down here Tuesday night, so most of the week was at the “vacation home”.  And for the most part , that was it.  It has been a very relaxing week.  I have read, studied, walked on the beach, walked in the woods, gone for a run on the bike path, kayaked, spend a huge amount of time supervising “dog play” in the back yard (they love it!), and, well, just doing nothing.

One big highlight was seeing a deer on the beach.  I had Idina with me.  She didn’t see the deer, but when I brought her to the tracks, she did not want to do anything but sniff.  She followed the trail till the place where the deer jumped up a dune/cliff, then the other way down the beach.  I finally drug her away. Continue reading

Bleak – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“On a stony bluff looking over the sea.”

I had read great-great-grandfather Irving’s words so many times, I knew them by heart. When I closed my eyes, I could see the ancestral home set up over the crashing waves.  I didn’t really expect the house to still be standing after more than a century, but I could dream.

The world had changed with generations of warfare.  Great floods had shifted the course of rivers and deep draughts had made once fertile lands barren.

Reading Irving’s diary, trying to retrace his steps in reverse, was not an easy task, particularly at the beginning, but I soon got the knack of it.  A silhouette of a hill matched his drawing here, the jagged outcropping of ruins over there matched the location of an old city he had passed through.  It got easier and as we approached the sea, the changes grew fewer.

It was about resources, as I’m sure all such things must be.  The weather had betrayed us and everything grew scarce.  A single person had food for ten thousand while a town of ten thousand starved on the food barely enough for a single person.  Ancient animosities rose again.  There had been a period of unification, when nations came together as one, but it was followed by a period of division, where splits occurred once again.

And then the wars started. Continue reading

More Than a River in Egypt

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Today is my 25th birthday.  Again.

I started the day with a light breakfast of high antioxidant foods.  Keeps me young.

Stretches and weight exercises came next.  Keeps me thin and limber.

The shower felt great.  I colored my hair, even though I just did it a week or two ago.  Can’t be too careful.

The cream guarantees it takes away wrinkles.  I slathered it on my neck and face.

I only wear the latest fashion trends.

I paused.  My nemesis waited in the closet, ready to spring.  I reached around the clock for my shoes.

Time won’t catch me.

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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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Still Some Warmth – #Tanka

The world grows colder
Kin and foe are all kept out
Doors are tightly shut
The warm hearth can still be felt
Grateful ones open their hearts

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  The key words today were “Thanks” and “Family”, yet for this special while she is away, we are to only use synonyms.

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Is anyone else having issues with WP?  I had to jump through hoops to get the template to work (I went to the Admin page, then to “All Posts” and then “Add new”.  This brought up the old template from two years ago.).  Looks like they are “improving” WP once again!

 

Higher Ground – Video

Modular Synth - November 2017

Some of you may know that one of my interests is building a playing a modular analog synthesizer.  This is an “Old School” instrument where sounds are created by patching different modules together with patch cords.  Well, more to it than that, but the idea is that it is a very hands on type of instrument.

An issue with this type of synthesizer is that if you like a sound, oh well, you will eventually have to tear it down.  At that point it is gone.  You can make a drawing of the patch, a quick schematic.  A photo, well, that would be so complicated you will get nothing.  Or you can learn the instrument well enough to be able to recreate it later.  That’s my goal. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 18th of November

Moog and Morning Coffee

Hello and Welcome!  Brrrr…  Come in out of the cold and I’ll get a large mug of a very strong Sumatra Roast, a cuppa tea or other warm beverage.  After it went from late summer to mid winter a week or two ago, it has stayed winter.  Well, no.  We had the cold, dark, drizzly days of November.  If it were January, we’d have a few feet of snow…  And where are we this week?  Some of you may recognize the photo of that synth at the top as living in New Hampshire.

Wow, what a week.  The worst part about it is that I don’t remember a thing! Continue reading

Haven – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Another perfect day, one of the few days when I am spared slave labor in the Uranium mines on Pluto, and it was ruined.

“Are you just going to waste your entire day rotting your brain on Saturday morning cartoons?” Queen Shimá asked.  She stood in the portal, her hands on her hips.  “You need to do something, not just sit like a plotted plant.”

“But Mom,” I said, “’Creepy Critter’s Criminal Capers’ is my favorite!”

“It’s a sunny day out there. Go play outside.”

“It must be fifty below.  I’ll freeze my boy parts off.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that, young man.”

“But Mom!”

“Aren’t any of your friends around?” Continue reading