Saturday, 17 March 2018

Thank You

It's St Patrick's Day.....a day for one and all, Irish or not, to celebrate being Irish.  I'd just like to say thanks to Joseph Espy for getting it into his thick Irish head in 1848 to come to Canada.  Without him who knows where or what I would be lol.  Happy St Patrick's Day Joseph .... the luck of the Irish shone on me the day you came to the 'new world'.

Friday, 16 March 2018

Artistic Licence

A wonderful day with the littles.  We had delivery pizza (always a treat for them) and spent the afternoon happily working our way through a bale of multicoloured paper and markers augmented with sides of tape and slashes of scissors.  Lots of fun.  Those kids can play happily for hours with art supplies.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

Using Wednesday's Words

"Why are you looking so glum Ralph?  Did someone scarper with all the ham sandwiches?"
"No, but I got a big mouthful of capers when I tasted Miss Minnie's offering to the refreshment table.  That stuff belongs in the trash.  What a cruel thing to do to a perfectly good piece of pork."
Sharon grinned.  "You got no taste Ralphie.  But, it was a lovely funeral though, wasn't it?  Big Eddie would have been so proud of his little nephew playing Amazing Grace on his penny whistle.  It was charming.  He always said that kid was talented."
"Yeah, great funeral, nicely done, but it was pure bedlam when they accidentally dropped the coffin into the trench and Big Eddie rolled out.  What a shocker.  Glossy pink lipstick and fishnet stockings with seams.  Who knew?"
Sharon shook her head.  "But did they really have to bury that perfectly good Coach bag with him? What a waste."

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Words For Wednesday

WFW is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  It's been around for quite a while now and we are always glad to see people join us.  You can use the weekly prompts any way you like.  Use all some or none of the words.  The idea is just to become inspired to write...anything...poetry or prose, fiction or nonfiction, sci fi or fantasy. Why not give it a try.  Leave your offering here in comments or on your own blog.  Just let us know if you are posting on your own blog so we can come and read and encourage.  
Here are this weeks prompt words:

caper, scarper, trash, bedlam, seams, penny whistle
glum, charmed, pork, glossy, pride, trench.

Have fun with these.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Humorous Signs

   We will heel you
     We will save your sole
       We will even dye for you.
     “Blind man driving.”
Sign over a Gynecologist's Office:
     "Dr. Jones, at your cervix.”
In a Podiatrist's office:
   "Time wounds all heels.”
On a Septic Tank Truck:
Yesterday's Meals on Wheels
At an Optometrist's Office:
"If you don't see what you're looking for,
   You've come to the right place.”
On a Plumber's truck:
"We repair what your husband fixed.”
On another Plumber's truck:
"Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber.”
At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee:
"Invite us to your next blowout.”
On an Electrician's truck:
  "Let us remove your shorts.”
In a Non-smoking Area:
"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and
  will take appropriate action.”
On a Maternity Room door:
      "Push. Push. Push.”
At a Car Dealership:
"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment.”
Outside a Muffler Shop:
"No appointment necessary. We hear you coming.”
In a Veterinarian's waiting room:
"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!”
At the Electric Company:
"We would be delighted if you send in your payment on time.
         However, if you don't, YOU will be de-lighted.”
In a Restaurant window:
"Don't stand there and be hungry; come on in and get fed up.”
In the front yard of a Funeral Home:
   "Drive carefully. We'll wait.”
At a Propane Filling Station:
  "Thank Heaven for little grills.”
In a Chicago Radiator Shop:
"Best place in town to take a leak.”
And the best one for last…;
Sign on the back of another Septic Tank Truck:
“Caution - This Truck is full of Political Promises”

A friend forwarded these to me...too good not to share.



Monday, 12 March 2018

Poetry Monday

It’s Monday again and, with Monday, comes POETRY Monday.  This is the brainchild of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Diane gives us a theme every week which you can use, or not.  Why not join in?
This week the theme is ‘A story that is mostly true’.
Here we go.

It’s late
and dark.
The stars shine down
on a tiny house
in a tiny town.
Ten little toes on the pillow
stretched way up high,
she looks out her window
at the night sky;
waves to the moon
and the moon waves back.
"That’s enough now,
time to hit the sack."
Flannelet sheets
and dryer warm jammies,
a kiss from mommy
and a hug from daddy,
night nights from grandma
and grandpa too.
"Lights out now,
the day’s over for you."
Carefully listen as they shut the door,
hear their footsteps moving across the floor,
then little toes on the pillow
and stretched way up high,
arms on the windowsill
she watches the sky;
smiles at the moon
and the moon smiles back.
"Go to bed now sweetie,
I promise, I’ll be back."

Every night I would stand on my pillow and stretch way up to my port hole window so I could see the stars and the moon.   There was no light pollution waaaay back then.  That was my room and my window and MY sky until I was almost 12.  It's all true...well....I MAY have imagined the moon waving and smiling  and talking to me...maybe.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Fantasy at Williams

It actually makes sense that on this day when all of nature is in an uproar over the artificial time change that things would be a little 'different' and so it was that when we went to our usual coffee shop (Williams) things were not as usual.  It was as though a veil of sorts had been lifted and the true nature of things was disclosed.  At a table all by herself, a young woman in a pastel floral top with hair dyed to match, was very obviously a summer faierie.  At any moment she could wave her wand and fill the place with beautiful blooms.  In the booth across from her Paul Bunyan in his flannel check shirt and beard sat nursing his coffee.  Two booths behind us the family of the Three Bears had dinner...proclaiming it to be 'just right'.  There were elves and dwarfs, werewolves ... all sorts of magical and fictional beings filled the place.  Williams was THE place to be today.