I love Words

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If you cannot answer a man's argument, all it not lost; you can still call him vile names. ~Elbert Hubbard

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( Most recent picture of Betty's Grand Nephew from Spain)

I love Words

I love words. I love lists of words. Give me a couple of good word lists to play with and I feel like a word tycoon. I like to throw them out and bounce them. I like to pile them up and make little stories out of them , however moronic those stories may be. Words are just plain fun.
So last Saturday and again on Monday I had words to play with. They were great words. Somebody said in a comment that I was an over achiever but that’s nonsense. I achieved nothing but I did have fun. I made little stories and no matter how dull, uninteresting. , bland or insipid they might have been I had fun writing them..
Nice people stopped by and said they liked reading them. That was like icing on the cake.
Words are like the blocks I played with as a child. I used to go to Gram’s and she had a big box of blocks. I built little houses all over the living room floor, each one a little different. It looked like a real estate boondoggle by a bad contractor. But Gram and Tom would tell me they were well made and I felt really good. But sometimes my fascist, totalitarian cousin would show up. He would grab all the blocks and build an eleven story skyscraper complete with an elevator and doors that opened in the front. Then I knew how bad mine really were.
But I still had fun making them.
It’s like that with the Saturday and Monday word lists. I look at the words and little stories jump out and I have fun putting them down on my blog. They are not great stories . I know that. But they are fun to write. I am not a writer I just play with words. But then I visit the blogs of other people working with the same words and I see the eleven story building with the elevator and opening doors and I feel stupid. These people are writers. Their characters come alive. I can see them eating the soup or reading the bed time story. They live and breath because good writers create characters like that.
But it’s okay because I still have fun playing with the words.
Yes I do.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
The Mary Maxim thing has quieted down and Pigeon Falls is returning to normal, as normal as a town with dragons, a whale, a poltergeist, and a piano that plats by itself can be.
Herman Hatlverson is very upset because the Fly Inn won’t serve him a driblet, the drink of seers. He wants to know how he can prove he’s a seer if they won’t serve him driblets. His one vision of the dancing moose with the pumpkin on its head came true. He is ready for another vision. Of course, nobody is taking him seriously.
Eino heard from his private detective again today. It seems that the piano in question was once owned by the great pianist Antoin Checavoski who played concerts all across the country.. Eino can remember when he played at the Wagner Center in Green Bay. The piano was made by the world’s best piano maker and was designed to be easily packed up and moved without losing its tune. This meant very little time wasted on the road tuning the piano.
For a year the tours went without any problems but the our piano player fel;l in love with a classical dancer. She left her troupe and came to live with him. She began to accompany him on his tours. On tour every morning at exactly 6:30 they would go to the theater and he would play and she would dance , his life was wonderful. Then suddenly she died. Nobody seems to know how or why. They just know she died. Soon after he went insane and locked himself away in his mansion. Every morning at 6:30 he played for a dancer that wasn’t there. All he kept of her was an old pair of sneakers.
Then just as suddenly he dies. People, however said they could still hear the piano playing every morning at 6:30. So his relatives auctioned it off.

Wrap Up

A fairly good day. My oxygen count was down a bit so I used up a bottle of oxygen.I finished the book I was reading. Betty and I worked on ythe layout and it now looks like we will finish this module sometime next week. We had some trouble today with one side of the trolley barn. I visited some of my links and left comments. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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