I had to think long and hard on this one. Not that I haven’t read books with cool characters, but off the top of my head, there aren’t any I can think of that I’d want to meet. Nothing comes to mind.
Well, I tell a lie. I can think of people from books that I’d like to meet.
George Harrison and Ringo Starr of the Beatles comes to mind. I’ve read books by them lately that have intrigued me. Plus, there’s Dolly Parton. She just seems awesome. Michael J Fox and Stevie Nicks are two more. I guess I have a thing for Hollywood royalty and music royalty. I’d like to meet these people because they seem pretty darn awesome. It would be rather hard since George Harrison is dead, but that happens.
What about you? Who do you want to meet? I’d love to know.
This week’s words are: proper,brand, husband, pigeon, offend. Here we go!
Let’s see what happened to Molly #whereismolly
Willie stared at the piece of paper. She hadn’t left a proper note, but then again, nothing about Molly had been proper. She lived her own life, didn’t mind if she offended and answered to no one.
He read the note again.
If you’re looking for me, don’t bother, husband. I’ve gone to Florida. You won’t find me and I’m not lost.
She might not be lost and might had intended to go off on an adventure, but the frantic phone call he’d received and the panic in her voice told him something had happened. He spotted a pack of cigarettes with a pigeon icon on the front. Back in the day, she smoked, but not in the last ten years. Besides, this wasn’t her brand.
Damn it. The battery in his phone would last much longer if he kept staring at the note.
The last words from her phone call echoed in his ears.
I need your help. He…you know…please…Willie…
That kind of panic couldn’t be faked. She’d been scared witless. He decided then and there, he’d find her. No matter what.
It’s rather amusing to me that this week’s topic is going outside and activities to do outside. Why is it funny? Because of my outside activities, I managed to find a TICK walking up my arm last night. GROSS!! I don’t care if they’re all part of god’s wonderful world or any of that. GROSS, GROSS, GROSS!!
So what thing was I doing outside that caused the tick to stroll on me? I was on a walk. I’d taken the dog to the metropark for a walk while the tot went for a run. The pup didn’t go into the tall grass or roll in it, but we were outside. I love to take her to the metropark because it’s a nice, wide, gravel (limestone) path where you go can walk or run or jog or bike and it’s quiet. You can see deer and skunks and other critters. It’s quite relaxing–except when you come home with a stowaway.
It’s possible the tick came from my own yard, though. My dog likes to go out there and lie in the grass under the maple tree, so it’s altogether possible that’s where she got it. It’s possible it just decided to jump on me when I was out there sitting on the rocking chair in the shade with her. I love to move my wooden rocking chair out to the yard and sit under the tree while the dog watches traffic and the neighbors.
So being in the yard and going on walks are high on my list of outdoor activities. I like doing 5k races – I walk fast – and watching the tot run his cross country races. I enjoy going in the RV, but I don’t like just sitting when we get there. I’m not the hanging out around the campfire kind of girl. I want to be doing something – going for a hike, walking the beach, exploring the area…not just plopping down with a drink and sitting.
I used to like baseball and still enjoy going to a baseball game – when I can. I love football and enjoy going to the football games, too. I can play baseball, but I’ve never been good at football.
What about you? What are your favorite things to do outside?
This week’s words are: increase, retire, dairy, hiccup,verdict. I’ve got them below and Willie’s back. #whereismolly
Willie dug the tin from the earth. He swore he felt his blood pressure increase as he swiped the dirt away. He’d said he’d retire. Said he’d be done by now. Then Molly…
He held the tin, but dropped to his knees. “Molly?” He opened the tin and the contents of his stomach lurched. Damn. He wished he hadn’t had dairy before coming out on this search. He hated the taste of milk the second time around.
His flashlight flickered and rain trickled down his face. He held the tin in one hand and the flashlight in the other. “Work, damn you.” He whacked the flashlight on his thigh, hoping the dwindling light was a mere hiccup and not the end of the battery life.
The light faded and dowsed, leaving him in the dark of the rainy night. He shoved the defunct flashlight into his jacket pocket and focused on the tin. He wiped the dirt from the lid and picked at the edge. The tin would give him answers. It had to–not that it could talk. He worked the tin open, then fumbled in his other pocket for his phone. There was a flashlight on the device. He’d probably ruin the phone in the rain, but he needed the light.
“And the verdict is…” he mumbled. He swiped until he turned on the flashlight and looked in the tin. “Molly, don’t do this to me now.” He stared at the piece of paper. Not the answer he wanted. Damn.
This week’s topic is creative outlets I enjoy. What a toughie!
When it comes to my tot, I’m a rather private person. I decided a long time ago that I would discuss tot as just that. Tot. One thing I’ve also loved, but never been all that good at was photography. I took a photography class back in college and have a wonderful SLR camera. I love it. Actually, I love taking photos, but I like the instant gratification or realization (depending on how you look at it) with digital photography. You can find out if the photo you’ve tried to take turned out well, didn’t turn out, if the composition is messed up or if the focus is off. I’m not one for taking photos then using filters. That’s not my style, but I will fiddle with the slow-mo function on my phone. But as the pandemic and last year unfurled, I realized I still loved photography. I love taking photos of Tot. Actually, of Tot, the dogs, the cats, flowers…you name it. I like trying to capture the animals yawning, too. That’s fun.
I’d post photos I’ve taken of Tot, but that’s not my style. I did take his senior photos and graduation ones. I like how they’ve turned out. I also rather liked the photos I’ve taken of our flowers, too. 🙂
What about you? What’s your creative outlet? Besides writing? Maybe it is writing. I don’t know, but I’d love to know.
If I were to win the lottery, it would be a miracle because I don’t play the lottery. But! If I did, I know exactly where the money would go. Plus, I’ve sort of already thought this one out, so it’s going to be a quick list.
For the tot to go to college – if I can help that way, then I will.
To pay off the debts we have – I mean, why have debts if we can pay them off?
Give money to the APL – there are critters I can help without having a cat menagerie at my house, so there we go.
The library – why not? That’s where I learned my love of reading, books and that smell of old books!
Books I chose based on the cover… Wow. Okay. I have to admit I’m a cover girl. I will buy books based on the cover. I’ve never bought one just on the title, but the cover… Here we go.
I picked up Photography by Ringo Starr because there were photos of the Beatles in there that I hadn’t seen.
I’ve bought more than a few Calvin and Hobbes books…title might have had something to do with it.
The Ice Cream Blonde: The Whirlwind Life and Mysterious Death of Screwball Comedienne Thelma Todd – her look is captivating.
And this one. There used to be a model that was on a bunch of HQN books and I’d buy them for him, knowing full well I’d find some great reads. I did, by the way. But I can’t find the covers with him on them. Of course. But this guy works just as well. Texas Outlaws: Cole by Kimberly Raye.
What about you? Do you buy for the cover or the blurb? Something else?
This week’s words are: Index, opposed, mark, suggest, depend. If you want to take part, then check out the other posts here and join in! http://www.longandshortreviews.com/ Here goes nothing with the end of Sid and Mac’s story.
Sid scrolled through the menu on his phone and tapped one of items listed with his index finger. “Did you want me to suggest something or just order for both of us?” He still couldn’t believe he’d met up with Mac for dinner. Maybe the get together wasn’t much to Mac, but it was everything to Sid. He wanted this chance to hang out outside of the school setting.
Mac settled beside him on the sofa. “I’m not opposed to you ordering for the both of us.” He angled on the cushion to face Sid. “I’ll eat pretty much anything.”
“Are you sure?” He pointed to the pizza toppings. “What about mushrooms, onions, green peppers and pepperoni?” He wanted this evening to be perfect.
“It’s fine.” Mac took the phone from him. “I don’t care what we eat. All that matters is you and me being here tonight.”
Sid stared into Mac’s eyes. “I have a question for you, but I’m afraid to ask.”
“I’ll do my best to answer, but it depends on what you ask me.” Mac grinned. “Go for it.”
“I…” He forgot for a moment what he wanted to say. He had Mac there in his apartment, close enough to touch and kiss, yet he’d lost his nerve. Shoot. If he didn’t speak up now, he’d never do it. “You like me?”
“Is that a question or statement?” Mac laced his fingers with Sid’s. “If it’s a statement, then it’s true. If it’s a question, then yes, I do. You’ve made a mark on my heart. I like you very much and I’m glad we’re here tonight.”
“Mac?” He could’ve sworn he heard Mac say he liked him.
“Stop thinking so hard and come here.” Mac tugged him close and kissed him.
Sid’s synapses misfired and he closed his eyes. The moment he’d waited, longed and prayed for had arrived. Mac’s kiss was better than he’d imagined. He’d gotten his wish.
Mac stayed close, but broke the kiss first. “Does that answer your question better?”
“It does.” He barely recognized his voice, being so low. “I like you, too.”
“Then there we go.” Mac curled his fingers under Sid’s chin. “Here’s to the first day of the rest of our lives–together.”
“Here, here.” Sid brushed his nose along Mac’s and sighed. He’d gotten what he wanted. Despite the requirements for the staff meeting dinner, problems with his lack of mechanical skills and the rest of the problems, he’d forged a connection with Mac. He couldn’t wait to see where their relationship would go and have his happy ever after.
We have a ton of apps on the TV, but I like to go old school and watch DVDs from time to time, too. Of those, I binge Night Court. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086770/ I confess. I had a crush on Judge Harry and when I was a kid, I wanted to marry him. Or for him to marry Christine. Shrugs.
Another on DVD that I turn to is Are You Being Served? https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068040/ I found this one on PBS years ago (I was in high school) and loved it. If you don’t know about it, here’s the general description: The misadventures of the staff of a retail floor of a major department store.
It’s a goofy show and very dated now, but that’s okay. I can handle the dated-ness right now.
Some of the more current stuff I binge is science-y (it’s a word) based and shows where I can learn something. I stumbled on Unearthed https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5917372/ a few years ago and loved it because they deconstruct buildings and places to talk not only about how they were made, but why. I like history and if I can learn about why something happened, the better.
I also like Mysteries of the Abandoned. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6823138/ Again, it’s got history in it and why the place is now abandoned, but also why it was made in the first place. If you’ve never heard of the show, here are the details: Scattered around the world are long-forgotten engineering marvels, decaying cities and empty factories that once stood on the cutting edge of design and construction. Today they are discarded, dangerous, and some of them are even deadly. “Mysteries of the Abandoned” reveals why these engineering triumphs were built and how they were left to crumble.
Finally, the most current show I’ve binged is Genius. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5673782/ I started with the Albert Einstein season (season 1) because it intrigued me. I knew nothing about Einstein other than he had physics information that I still don’t understand. But I was initially snagged by the Aretha Franklin season. I haven’t watched her season, yet, as I’m trying to watch them in order–Einstein, Picasso, Aretha Franklin. I think what I like the most about this show is that they don’t put the people on a pedestal, but the don’t tear them down, either. They show them flawed and all. Here’s the general description: The life stories of history’s greatest minds. From their days as young adults to their final years we see their discoveries, loves, relationships, causes, flaws and genius.
What about you? What do you watch? Maybe you could give me some suggestions.
Kaz, one of the custodians, knocked on the door, jarring Mac from the tender moment. Kaz fluttered a piece of paper. “I’ve got your order, Sid. Here’s the packing slip.” He shoved the page into Sid’s hands. “Got a new haircut?”
“I did.” Sid accepted the paper. “Which order is this?”
Mac sat on the first student desk. Kaz was a great person and so helpful, but the man had awful timing.
“The new textbook order. Got them all this morning. Big ole freight order. Too me three hours on the pier to go through it and separate them. Had to do it solo, too.” Kaz shook his head. “Teddy’s out sick and they sent Nick to the elementary building for the day. Let me shorthanded, but I wanted you all to get the books in time.”
“I see.” Sid sighed. “Are the books on the dolly?”
“You’ve got ten boxes, so it’ll take two trips,” Kaz said. “I hear you’ve got until Monday to get them numbered according to the system and logged into the spreadsheets.”
“I’ll help him.” Mac hadn’t ordered or been given the orders to buy new text books. “Won’t take long.”
“Then here you go.” Kaz brought in the first dolly of books, left the boxes on the floor, then returned with the second stack. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” Sid waved.
Mac said nothing. He wanted Kaz to go. Every time he tried to say something to Sid and make some progress, something got in the way. The meeting, the planning, people walking in. It seemed sometimes like the cosmos didn’t want Mac to make time with Sid.
“Well…” Sid’s shoulders sagged and he stared at Mac. “You’re really going to help me?”
“Of course. If one of us writes the numbers and the other records, we should get them done in a timely manner. If we pace ourselves, we should get this knocked out in an hour and a half.” Mac took the clipboard from on top of the second stack of boxes. “Ready?”
“Sure.” Sid grabbed a pencil. “I’ll start in something we can erase–in the event I make a mistake.”
“You won’t.” Sid might not be mechanically inclined, but he was meticulous in his record keeping. Mac had seen that firsthand. “Ready?”
“You’re going to inflate my ego by saying such things.” Sid blushed. “I’m ready.”
“Okay…” Mac looked over the sheets. “We start with A-100 in box A. Where’s box A? The bottom?”
“Um…” Sid rounded the desk and bumped into Mac. “Sorry.” He tapped the packing labels on each box. “It’s on top.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Mac paused. He had to say this now. “I meant what I said. I’d like to go on a date with you.”
“You would?” Sid dropped the pencil. “Mac?”
“I would. How about you get your bank run finished? I’ll organize this so when you come back, all we have to do is write numbers. Then we can go for coffee and have a date?”
Sid picked up the pencil and grinned. “I’d like that.”
“Then get going,” Mac said. “The faster you get back, the faster we get this done, but don’t rush. I’ll still be here.”