Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get us motivated.  Anyone can join in on any day of the week and use some, all or none of the prompt.
This week the prompt is provided by River of Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my sidebar).
dusk, apples, sauce, knitting, amethyst, window
itching, silk, gossamer, security, exquisite and turbulent

here goes:

A dark shadow loomed at the top of the stairs.
"So, you're still alive.  And talking to yourself.  Tough old bird aren't you?  It's too bad.  Now I have to figure out a way to finish you off."
The door on the landing slammed shut and Grace could hear heavy bolts being thrown.  The air in the basement was turbulent with pulsating energy.
The gusty voice she had become accustomed to trembled with anger when it asked if she knew who the intruder was.
"Alan, my nephew." she replied softly. ' He always was a nasty little devil.  He's the only family I have left and I've left him everything in my will.  I guess he's in a bit of a hurry."
"You've got to get out of here.  Something bad is going to happen.  I can feel it.  There's a window in the far corner behind the wood furnace."
Grace rested against the cellar wall and thoughtfully observed a beautiful amethyst spider spinning its exquisite silken, gossamer strands.  "I don't think I can climb out of a window.  I'm no spring chicken you know.  What is that smell?  Oh Lordie....that's gasoline."
Grace got shakily to her feet and clasped her head with both hands.
"Where's that window?  I have to try."
She could see that it was dusk now.  It would be a good cover for an attempted escape.
"Try hard." the gusty voice urged.
A few boxes pushed under the window gave Grace the lift required to reach her goal.  The glass had been broken out years ago.  She turned to grin at the empty cellar.  "Pretty poor security, eh?"  Suddenly she hopped off the boxes and, reaching into the corner picked up the spider she had been admiring.  "No need for you to suffer poor thing."
A loud whoosh from upstairs sent Grace scrambling quickly through the window and into the fresh air.  She turned hesitantly back toward the opening.  "What about you?" she asked softly.
"Don't worry about me.  Nothing can hurt me anymore and I have a few surprises for our friend Alan."
As Grace hustled through the woods in the dying light she muttered to herself, "Lordie I'm just itching to get back to my little place.  I'll have some supper and some of that applesauce I made this morning and then settle down with my knitting to calm myself.  But first....I'm going to call the police and turn that young whipper snapper in.  Oh yes, and I think my days of exploring empty old houses is over.

Monday, 21 August 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us courtesy of Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Procrastinating Donkey (she's in my sidebar too..all the best people are) joined in and I couldn't resist leaping on board myself.  There is a weekly theme which you can use or not as you like.  This weeks theme is 'meetings'.

The Dreaded Lunch Time Meeting

It was quarter to twelve in the a. of m. 
and I lined up with the rest of them.
Lunches in brown bags and coffee in cups,
snarling where's the boss lady, what's the hold up?
The doors flew open and we tumbled in,
the tall the short the fat and the thin.
The scramble for chairs was remarkably loud.
One chair for each was all they allowed.
No chair for the boss lady?  Someone will stand.
It can't be her, she's far too grand.
Mavis and Joan, Lisa and Deb all joined us by phone.
The only one missing was Angie, alone.
All of us grousing about meetings at lunch hours.
This time belongs to us.  Its totally ours.
How dare they expect us to give up our time?
I wonder if someone will put our views to rhyme?

think so.

Why not join us for Poetry Monday.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts.   If you decide to join in let us know please.. either post here or on your own blog...either way, we want to read what you write.

Sunday, 20 August 2017


You know you're old when items you received for a shower gift (43 years ago folks) are now listed in the 'vintage' shops on line.
I wanted to replace my corning ware open roasting pan, cornflower design.  They don't make them anymore.  I searched through the vintage listings and found one on EBay.  $15.00 plus shipping and the difference in currency came out to just over $44.  It probably cost about $10 new 43 years ago.  I love my old pan but the finish is shot after all these years of using it.  I'll probably keep it just because it has served me so well.
It wasn't easy coming up against the 'vintage' wall.  I guess I'm 'vintage' too.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Friday, 18 August 2017

Confession Time

Hello, my name is *********** and I'm a thrift storeaholic.  Well, there SHOULD be a support group for those of us so afflicted.   Show me a thrift store and I'll show you my heels as I run for the door.  I should have bumper stickers that read, 'I brake for thrift stores' (and second hand shops and consignment shops and garage sales) okay, I'll admit it, I'm in bad shape.
Now, in my defence I will say that I have come out of many a thrift store, shs, cs and gs with nothing in my hands.  I really have.  And further to my defence I only shop with cash I have saved out of my weekly spending allowance ($20.00 a week).  It's not much of a defence but it's all I've got.
All that being said, I went to a thrift shop yesterday and came away with ten childrens books for $4.00 for the grandies to read at our house (I never give used for a gift...never), two size 4.5 knitting needles for .75 cents and a fall weight leather jacket in immaculate condition (I swear it looks like it has never been worn) for $25.00.  Yes, I will most definitely wear an item from a thrift shop.
Now I want to tell you about my favourite thrift shop in this city.  It is called Bibles For Missions and is located on a main road with lots and lots of available parking.  A few years back it was just your average thrift shop (and smelled like it too).  Today, it is open, airy, has new vinyl plank floors and is well curated and displayed.  I had to fight my way through hordes of university students shopping for kitchen items to get them through the term. 
 They have regular blind auctions with wonderful vintage to antique items up for grabs.  The staff is pleasant and helpful and, most important, (to Me anyway)  it doesn't smell like a thrift shop.
So there you have my confession.  Anything you'd like to share with us?

Thursday, 17 August 2017


 A happy day today as we took our seven year old grand daughter out shopping for some back to school clothes.  A white denim jacket got top marks as did a pretty coral coloured top and black leggings.  New shoes, a few more tops and leggings and she declared herself satisfied.  She spent the time happily holding up tops to bottoms and layering the jacket over the top and deciding if she would wear her hair up or down on the first day of school. 'Up' won out because it looked more 'grown up' with the pierced ear rings she got for her birthday in July.  Now she is wondering if she can add rhinestones to her backpack for a little added flair.  Great fun.  It's the wee mans turn tomorrow.