Thursday, July 31, 2008

Mageath- ATale

Saying for the day:We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss. ~Charles de Lint

Despite three wishes and two attempted magic spells it is Thursday again or to be more exact it is time for another elf tale. This one begins as they all should:
Once upon a time
there was a little planet that looked just like earth and it was in orbit around a sun that looked like earth’s sun. In fact if you had looked at this little planet from a spaceship it would have looked just like earth and would seem to be in the very same universe. But the truth is that neither the planet or the universe were ours.
If you had landed on the planet you would soon have discovered this for yourself. For this planet had no smog, no polluted lakes, no cars, no trains, no airplanes, no wars, and no countries as we know them.
You would also have discovered that living side by side with man were all the magic creatures including elves , fairies, leprechauns , and ogres. All shared the ability to do magic. The best and most powerful magicians being the elves and humans being the worst. Well in truth ogres were below humans but only because they didn’t care about magic. As long as they had a big club and could bash in each other’s head they were happy.; This is not as bad as it sounds since, as everyone knows, an ogre’s brains are in his feet so bashing in his head really doesn’t cause him any great problem. In fact female ogres were attracted to the males with the most smashed up heads.
Magearth ,as that was the name of the planet, might seem at first glance a wonderful place to live. All you had to do was wave your hand and you had anything you wanted. If you wanted a castle ! You had a castle. If you wanted a five course dinner served on the back of a white rhinoceros you had a five course dinner served on the back of a white rhinoceros. The only question is should the rhino be moving and you eat while walking or running alongside or should it be standing still and you could sit on a golden chair and eat. The choice was yours.
This , of course, meant there were no menial jobs on Magearth . There were no cooks, no street cleaners, no maids, no gravediggers, no assistants to the assistant, and definitely no sewer workers. By the waste disposal convention of 731 RT all waste including that created by bodily functions went immediately into the disposal ring. This was a ring around Magearth like the rings around our Jupiter. Each year it grew a little bigger and a little darker. If you had sent one of those space probes to bring back a sample you would find it contained elf spit, fairy vomit, flying horse manure, and things I can’t bring myself to tell you. But the planet was clean.
You may wonder why they didn’t just zap sewerage out of existence. Magearth was subject to certain magic laws just as our earth is subject to physical laws.
These were compiled by Nicholas The Great Elf in 230 RT . These are the six laws of magic.( So called by Nicholas the Great himself)
1. Nothing can be destroyed.
2. All things can be converted from one thing to another.
3. Anything converted can be restored.
4. All illness can be cured by the right spell.
5. Magic can not penetrate the barrier of time.
6. There is no spontaneous magic ( magic that happens by itself)
Everybody on Magearth knows these laws. They are written in fire on the Great Wall of Magic ( A construct of the Great Nicholas). They were the first message to be imprinted when brainblogs were developed. Every man, woman, child, fairy, elf, leprechaun, and ogre have seen, read, or felt them at some point.
They are the law.
That is why recent events on Magearth are so disturbing.
There seems to be spontaneous magic.
Castles have turned to huts. Often with the owner inside. .
Lakes have frozen over in the middle of summer.
Pigs have grown wings and fly.
Grasshoppers have become as large as elephants.
All yellow birds suddenly turned purple.
Every talking dog on the planet went mute.
Nobody is taking credit for any of this.
But if nobody cast a spell or waved a hand then magic law number six has been broken.
If this were earth a detective would look into the matter but a planet with no crime has no detectives.
On earth scientists would study the problem
But on a planet where there is no need to ask “why?” there is no science.
Fortunately , thus far magic law number 3 still holds and everything has been converted back to the way it was.
To be continued.

News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. Tomorrow at exactly 9:00 in the morning Mayor Trumble will go to the Gazebo in the center of town , tap on the Liar’s Club microphone, and Pigeon Days will officially begin. Then the great Pigeon Falls song will be sung buy Vicki East. People will cry during the singing. Then Mayor Trumble in her most Mayor like voice will read the history of the beginning of Pigeon Falls. After that people will pour little bags of birdseed on the sidewalks of the tow. This is a very old custom that is supposed to give the pourer a year of good luck. It also rewards the pigeons for what their ancestors did. After that the pigeons will swarm in on the sidewalks and help themselves. There are those who swear that pigeons come from all around the county for this day. There just can’t be that many local pigeons. But they do seem to know when August 1st is. It must be built in or something.
The two main stores Wink’s and Kivi&Maki have spruced up for the occasion . They have also ordered the things they thing tourists will buy. They have dragon cups, dragon pins, dragon postcards, and little model dragons. They have whale pin, whale postcards, and little model whales. They don’t know what to do about the White Rabbit. Wink’s has a sweater on the front it says “ The White Rabbit is a hoax— Tammy” but on the back it says “ No it’s real— Tommy UK”. That covers both bases. Wink’s still has some comic books of the great fight between the dragon and the poltergeist it hopes to sell. Since they share the rights with DC comics they are hoping it will be made into a movie.
Nancy has cleaned up all her equipment , pulled out her very best saffron recipes and is praying that the poltergeist will stay away. She also has some of her husband’s first book for sale, signned by the author.
Tammy and Tommy UK have forgiven each other sand have agreed to disagree over the White Rabbit. The Tommy Club is working on a float for the big Pigeon Days parade. It has a man in black riding on a whale. Tommy FK (the farmer’s kid) has talked his father into loaning them his truck and they are working in his barn.
Petrovich who is out of town at the moment has planned a big banner to be carried in the parade. It will lift up Pigeon Falls as the town of the dreams of the great Seer Alexis Grengicoff. He will hire some local boys ( not named Tommy) to carry it.


Today's Link-Thoughts of a Father- An award winning commenter
You can see my workers up at the top getting things ready for tomorrow. The big change is coming. I spent a good part of the day getting things ready for that change. I also cooked some bread which did not turn out so well though I have yet to taste it. We packed up Quilly's plaque and gift certificate for the writer's award. We will mail them off tomorrow. I reaed a couple of chapters and I visited most of the links. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Crystal Falls today- Borrowed from Lois's blog.
  • Wednesday, July 30, 2008

    An Award

    Saying for the day: I can live for two months on a good compliment. ~Mark Twain

    AS the world turns strange things happen.
    I have received another award.
    This one from “The Relm of the Lone Grey Squirrel”

    # Dr. John's Fortress for Brilliance in spirit and the
    willingness to share the wisdom of the wise with the rest of us.

    Now I’m not sure why I got this award but I know I am very short on wisdom to share.
    On the other hand it was given by a squirrel so he might have thought I had wisdom.
    From the vantage point of a squirrel all people have wisdom.
    Once I would have thought it was for the brilliance of my premio teeth.
    But now I don’t have any left.
    Whatever the reason I am thankful and will add it to my award room.
    Now I’m supposed to find seven other blogs that qualify for this premium award.
    I have chosen
    A Planet Named Janet– Nothing is more brilliant than her spam cartoons.

    Insanity Prevails
    -Anyone who can run a VBS class like she does deserves an award for brilliance.

    Patterns of Ink
    – The brilliant describer of life as it was once upon a time.

    Upper Peninsula of Michigan and Beyond– Brilliant descriptions of small town life.

    Noble Pig
    – Brilliant recipes that make your mouth water and wise talks on wine.

    Welcome to the Old Fart’s Blog
    -A more brilliant bus driver can’t be found anywhere

    Quilly’s Pacific Paradise– where Monday’s brilliant puzzles give me a headache.

    Please enjoy your award as it gives me great pleasure to bestow it on you.
    You do deserve it.
    The expectation is that each of you will now find seven blogs to give it to.

    So if you didn’t get the award today buck up.
    It is going to be given 49 more times.
    Then after that 343 times .
    And after that 2394 times.
    So it will get to you someday.
    Don’t you just love internet awards?

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. So Pastor Joan brought Tammy and Tommy UK together in her office today. Then she asked “ Do you know how much seventy times seven is ? “
    They looked at her like she was crazy.
    Finally Tommy UK said “ Of course, its 490 we aren’t stupid”
    “But have you?” she asked
    Tammy , now very confused said “ Have we what?”
    Pastor Joan “ 490”
    Tommy UK, “ 490 what?”
    Pastor Joan :” Have you forgiven each other 490 times. That’s what Jesus says you must.”
    “Pastor if you knew what he said you wouldn’t ask me to forgive him.”
    “ Pastor , you should hear what she called me.”
    Pastor Joan,” I’m not asking you to forgive each other. I know you both have been hurt. I know what the other person did is in your eyes unforgivable. I would never ask you to forgive.
    But Jesus isn’t asking he’s commanding. As one of his followers you are to forgive and that’s that.
    You see God know that anger is like a weed in the garden. When you water it and fertilize it grows and grows until it is all consuming. It pushes all the good things aside. When we keep going over how we have been hurt and what has been done to us it grows and grows and takes over our life. It destroys life long friendships. So God offers us the one solution that works. Pull it out by the roots. Forgiveness does that. It ends the anger. It allows the good in us to grow.”
    Tommy UK and Tammy looked at each other. Then Tommy UK said “I forgive you and I’m sorry for what I said“.
    Tammy said “ I forgive you”.
    Then they both started to laugh. And they hugged each other.
    Tammy said “ What we were fighting over really was sort of funny”.
    Pastor Joan just smiled.

    Today's Link-There are seven great links above pick one or two.
    I started off the day telling my next elf story to my computer dragon who didn't like it. If the dragon doesn't shape up off the computer he goes. In the afternoon I read some. Took a nap. Visited my links. Did some work on Friday's big changes.Now I need a breathing treatment.
    Pictures from my first parish over forty years ago

  • Tuesday, July 29, 2008

    And the Winner is

    Saying for the Day: Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it. ~Hannah Arendt

    It's Tuesday and time to reveal what you all have been waiting for.
    Okay! what some of you have been waiting for.
    Alright! what a few of you have been waiting for.
    Well! Art least what the writers have been waiting for.
    Who won
    Who gets to display theOrOr the

    Before I give you the winners let me introduce the writers:
    Story number one- Brea Linna ( My grand daughter)
    Story number two- Lisa Heidle
    Story number three- Charlene Amsden
    Story Number four- Janet Nelson
    Stories five and six- Lois Haglund

    The seven judges were people from the St. Mark's congregation who don't read blogs. There task was simply to pick the story they liked best.
    One writer got four votes.
    One writer got two votes.
    One writer got one vote.

    The runner up with two votes was Lisa Heidle with story number two. She has the right to display on her blog or website the runner up symbol.

    The winner with four votes was Charlene Amsden with story number three who now has the right to display the winner's symbol and will receive a plaque and a ten dollar gift card.

    And now the writer's choice award. This is where the writer's themselves pick what they think is the best story.

    I have discovered that writer's see things in a different way than ordinary people.

    Every writer got one vote from another writer. That means we have a five way tie.

    I found that so hard to believe that I went back and checked each E-mailed vote again and again.

    So each and every writer has the right to display the writer's choice award.

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. Despite whales, dragons, white rabbits, sets of twins, men in black, fake FBI agents, and ghosts work on the museum goes on. Every effort is being made to have it ready for a Grand Opening the first week of Pigeon Days. There have been a few setbacks. Twice the workers have arrived only to find all of the Petrovich exhibit removed from its room and scattered all down the hall. The house was locked up tight. There was no sign of breaking and entering. So the general feeling is it was ghosts. But the workers are now ignoring them and just putting the Petrovich exhibit back in place. So far it is only Petrovich’s room that has had activity.
    Tommy TN ( The Nerd) has set up an exhibit in the foyer as you enter. It has a mechanical dragon run by a computer that flies across the room. Of course, you can see the wires it rides on and it doesn’t spew fire but it’s still impressive. He has a model lake with a diving whale as well. The exhibit is called Pigeon Falls legends. Tommy TN is still fine tuning it but it will be ready on time.
    Pastor Joan has decided she has to do something about Tommy UK and Tammy not talking to each other. They are both acolytes at Last Lutheran Church and are now refusing to acolyte at the same service. She has arranged to see both of them in the Church Office tomorrow.
    The Petrovich’s have gone to Green Bay to get the babies baptized. Mrs. Petrovich’s mother came up to help on the trip. Her father will meet the train. The twins are doing very well. Petrovich says they are the cutest little girls he has ever seen. He is having trouble telling them apart.

    Today's Link-Allotment Lady-
    This morning Betty went to Bible study then we went grocery shopping. I got the ingredients for a fancy bread I want to try. Then I read the latest issue of Classic Toy Trains or to be more exact I drooled through the latest issue. After that I worked a bit on the changes for Friday. Told part of this week's elf tale to my dragon who told me it was too convoluted. If there is anything I can't stand it's an honest dragon. Now I need a breathing treatment.
    Sunday at St. Mark's

  • Monday, July 28, 2008

    Crazy Eight Meme

    Saying for the day: What we see depends mainly on what we look for. ~John Lubbock

    Crazy Eights Meme
    (borrowed from Quilly who stole it from Jules

    8 Things I Have a Passion For

    1.) God
    2.) Betty
    3.) reading
    4.) blogging
    5.) grand children
    6.) bread making
    7.) playing with trains
    8.) life

    8 Things I would Like to do Before I Die

    1.) Visit Finland
    2.) take another train ride
    3.) finish the train layout
    4.) own a descent camera
    5.) preach one more sermon
    6.) publish 2000 blogs
    7.) pay off the mortgage
    8.) have a Lanyon family reunion

    8 Things I Say A Lot

    1.) excuse me
    2.) Thanks
    3.) What?
    4.) Huh?
    5.) My mother said there would be years like this.
    6.) Let’s play canasta
    7.) Where is the ……..?
    8.) I love you.

    8 Books I Have Read Recently

    1.) Bible
    2.) Classic Toy Trains
    3.) The Runes of the Earth– Stephen R. Donaldson
    4.) Wrath of a Mad God-Raymond E. Feist.
    5.) I am America and So Can You– Stephen Colbert
    6.) Knife of Dreams– Robert Jordan
    7.) Flight of the Nighthawks– Raymond E. Feist
    8.) Into a Dark Relm– Raymond E. Feist

    8 Movies I Have Seen more than once

    1.) Star Wars (A New Hope)
    2.) Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back
    3.) Star Wars - Return of the Jedi
    4.) Dicken’s Christmas Carol
    5.) The Greatest Fourth of July Ever
    6.) It’s a Wonderful Life
    7.) A Christmas Story
    8.) The Wizard of Oz

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. The town Council put out the final schedule for this year’s Pigeon Days.
    It as follows:( Changes in red) ( note a large contribution was made to the Pigeon Days fund allowing a reduction in entry fees.
    August 25-Pigeon Calling Contest-$5.00 entry fee-$1000 prize. (To win pigeon must land on some part of your body)
    August 26-Pasty eating contest-$ 5.00 entry fee-$100 prize. ( pasties are free.)
    August 1-5 Art on the Lake of the Loon’s Shore - local artists and others share their art .
    August 14 - 16-Local Variety Show– 5.00 a ticket
    August 17- Pigeon Queen Contest- Masonic Hall
    August 18- 4k Yellow Brick Road run $4.00 to enter -Everyone gets a "I ran on the yellow brick road sweatshirt. Winner gets I reached the Emerald City sweatshirt.
    August 17- Community church day- Pastor's exchange pulpits
    August 11-17 Old Time week-Local people dress up in the clothes of 90 years ago.
    August 16– Spouse carrying contest.
    August 23- Pigeon Day Parade- Pigeon Day song by Vicki East
    August 28-Potato Judging-Potato Farmer of the Year to be named
    August 30-Big Race Day-three Legged Races, Potato sack races, wheelbarrow races and others
    Other activities to be announced
    This was the year that Tommy UK and Tammy had planned on entering the three legged race but since they aren’t talking to each other that may not happen now. The rest of the Tommy Club which is caught in the middle is trying to get them to sit down and talk things out. But each feels hurt by the other and neither is in a very forgiving mood. Tammy says this is all Tommy UK’s fault and he is just too bullheaded to apologize. Tommy UK says that Tammy has insulted him and called him an idiot and if anyone should apologize it’s her. So despite the efforts of their friends no reconciliation seems likely.
    Tommy TW has finished his book and is into the rewrite stage. He is also working on a new title. Nancy thinks this is even better than the first book but then she is married to the guy and what would you expect her to think?
    Nancy’s poltergeist has been strangely quiet for the last couple of weeks. Nancy hopes this means it has gone away and won’t be back. Although if you really push her she has to admit she kind of misses it.
    Today's Link-Cranky Epistles
    I started the day with normal oxygen. Wow! In the morning we worked on the things for the announcement tomorrow of who won the writer's contest. I started getting things ready for the big Friday change to this blog. I tried to take an hour and watch a soap ( I am not an addict) . The Packer management broke in and took twenty five minutes to tell us they were talking to Favre. They could have said that in a minute. Then I got the program back and my sister called. I had to decide to watch the program or talk to her. I talked to her ( see I'm not an addict). After that I spent the afternoon reading. Then I visited my links. Now I need a breathing treatment.
    Yesterday's Block A Thon Pictures

  • Sunday, July 27, 2008

    Croakers or Leapers?

    Saying for the day: Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don't count on harvesting Golden Delicious. ~Bill Meyer

    The following entitled “ Are You a Croaker or a Leaper” By Pamela Perry Blaine was sent to me by my good friend Ralph and I thought I would share it with you.

    In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter
    with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.
    - Albert Schweitzer
    We don't often think about the effect that our words have upon others. Our words do have power and everything that we say has a positive or negative impact on others around us.
    There is an old story that is told about an army* of frogs that went leaping through the forest one day when two of the frogs suddenly fell into a deep pit. All of the other frogs gathered around the hole to look down on their two fallen comrades. They all began to sadly shake their heads and to croak out dismal warnings. "It's too deep!" croaked one frog. Another croaked that there was no way that they would ever be able to get out of that pit alive.
    The two fallen frogs began to continuously jump as they tried to get out of the pit, but the frogs that were watching kept croaking louder at them that they might as well stop because they were as good as dead and just wasting their time. One of the two frogs finally gave up and heeded the pessimistic advice of the frogs at the top. He quit jumping and literally "croaked" and died.
    The other frog just kept right on jumping and leaping harder than ever in spite of all the loud croaks of disapproval from the frogs that were watching around the top of the hole. They kept croaking shouts at him to quit jumping and save himself from all the pain and suffering he was incurring as he leaped and fell back down to the bottom of the pit over and over again.
    Finally, he leaped even harder than ever and to the surprise of all the other frogs he jumped right out of the deep pit. The other frogs asked him, "Why did you keep leaping even though we yelled and croaked at you to stop?" It was then that the frog explained to them that he was deaf and he had thought they were cheering for him and yelling words of encouragement to him the entire time!
    A little encouragement can go a long way and as Babe Ruth once said, "It's hard to beat a person who never gives up."
    Our words do have the power to hurt or to heal.
    What kind of words do you speak?
    Do they encourage croaking or leaping?

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. Pastor Joan started her sermon today with this story:
    There was a man with two loves. His greater love was for diamonds . He loved they way they looked. He loved the way they felt. He loved the big ones best of all. Because of his love he became a diamond merchant. Always he was looking for that perfect stone.
    His other love was auctions. He loved to go to auctions. He loved the excitement. He loved the noise. Once in a great while there was even a diamond or two to bid on. Sometimes he found something else he liked and he bid just for the thrill of it.
    One day he was at the auction of a rich man who had died. His wife was auctioning off everything. Our Diamond Dealer had his eye on a antique , beautiful, desk. So before the auction he went and examined it. He looked for flaws or imperfections. But there were none. In his examination he hit a secret button of some kind and a hidden drawer opened. In it was this diamond.
    ( Here Pastor Joan held up a fake diamond the size of a ping pong ball that she bought at Holly Hobby.)
    Well one look at that and our dealer knew he had to have it. He pushed the drawer back in and waited. When the desk came up for bids he bid $1000 for it. That was a reasonable bid for that desk and he might have gotten it for that. But there were two others that wanted it. The bidding began to escalate. Soon it was at $10, 000. Then it was at $20,000. Still the bidding went on. It reached $100,000. This was way too much to pay for the desk but in the heat of an auction. In the desire to win people do strange things. Finally our dealer bid $200,321 everything he had in the bank. There was a silence and then no more bids. He won.
    He gave up his life savings. He gave up everything he had. But he had the diamond. He had the diamond.
    Jesus says the Kingdom of Heaven is like that. When you get a glimpse of it. When you know it’s there. Then you have to be part of it. You will be willing to give up everything to walk in it. To be touched by it. To know the God who is the very center of it.
    Have you seen the Kingdom. Do you know the Kingdom’s God?
    Faith is the button that opens the drawer and lets you see.
    For it is by grace through faith that we come to enter the Kingdom.
    The verified fact from yesterday is
    12. Yard , Texas was so named because of a customer’s request for a yard of cloth in a local store.
    Today's Link-Call me Grandma Dawn
    Sunday was a great and glorious day. It was Pastor Steve's second Sunday and he was awesome . God has certainly been good to St. Mark's.The call committee must have spent a lot of time in prayer. To be honest I am rather finicky about preachers. I have met too many who think and act as if the congregation should worship them . But just a few moments with Pastor Steve and you can see he was called by God.
    I rode my scooter in the Block A Thon today. That was fun.
    After church I worked on the website for St. Mark's. Then I helped Betty who is trying to arrange a sale for some old Barbie dolls. Couldn't play canasta because the table is filled with old dolls and old doll clothes. Visited a few blogs and started reading the book " Mr. Monk goes to Germany." Now I need a breathing treatment.

  • Saturday, July 26, 2008

    More Usless Facts?

    Saying for the day: Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold. ~Leo Tolstoy

    The internet is just filled with cool “ facts”.
    You can use them to astonish your friends.
    So every Saturday I bring you fifteen more “internet facts”.
    One is a “true fact”. That is I have verified it.
    The other fourteen I made up this morning.
    Can you spot the “ true fact”
    Last week it was too easy as almost everybody got the fact that parts of the Bible have been translated into Klingon which was number 8.
    Here are todays facts:

    1. There are thirty five towns named Church in the United States.

    2. The oldest town named Church is in Maine.

    3. Church, Idaho was named after Walter Church who was an atheist.

    4.. The only state with two towns named Church is Alaska.

    5. It is against federal law for a state to have more than one town with the same name.

    6. Liberal , South Dakota is just across the border from Conservative, Nebraska.

    7. There are two American towns named Stress.

    8. Stress, Wyoming was named after the Stress Deadbolt Company . Its biggest employer.

    9. Roughouse, Nevada got its name from the days of drunken gold miners.

    10. Ishpeming, Michigan is an Indian name meaning “ Where birds fly”.

    11. Nowhere, Michigan is not far from Hell.

    12. Yard , Texas was so named because of a customer’s request for a yard of cloth in a local store.

    13. The town of Carp Creek, Texas is not near any creeks or rivers.

    14. There are thirty seven American towns named Paradise but only one named Hell.

    15. Crackers, Ohio was named for the fireworks plant and not the food.

    There they are fifteen internet facts. You can now tell them to your friends and say you saw it on the internet. One is for sure true . The others could be because I make up great stuff. Put your guess as to the correct one in the comments. Answer tomorrow if I remember.

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. Some one suggested the Pigeon Falls dragons feel neglected as the crowds to view them have dwindled in the past few days. So last night they put on a a performance that will make all those who missed it sorry. It started with the smallest of the young dragons flying higher than usual. Then breathing fire it tumbled toward the earth making rings of fire in the sky. It pulled out of its dive just before crashing into main street. One spectator said it reminded him of a passenger pigeon. This was followed by the other young dragon doing the same thing. Then they went back to the end of the street , flew high and did the tumbling together. It was unbelievable.
    Everyone coming into Nancy’s today was talking about it. The few that saw it were telling how fantastic it was and the rest were wishing they had been there. With every telling the dragons went higher and the turns got fancier. There is nothing like a good story , told and retold, to grow on its own. One lady said that she heard that they almost set the Masonic Building on fire. Which, of course, is just not true.
    Buddy East announced that the winner or winners of the Liar’s Club writers contest would be announced on Tuesday. By then he should have the plaque done. He does want to thank all the writers and all of this years judges .
    Tommy UK and Tammy are still not speaking. This White Rabbit business is putting a real strain on their friendship.
    Tommy UK’s uncle says that the State Police ended up with the same result on the fingerprint of the FBI man as Eino got on the Passport fingerprint. They were told the information was highly classified.

    Today's Link-The Squamata Report-
    In the morning I made another loaf of banana bread. It turned out very well. I almost have the recipe down just a little more fine tuning. In the afternoon I worked on the plaque for the winner of the writer's contest. Betty and Pennie went to Barnes and Noble and got some books. I visited all my links. Now I need a breathing treatment.
    Some Time Ago in Crystal

  • Friday, July 25, 2008

    A Fallen God

    Saying for the Day: If a tie is like kissing your sister, losing is like kissing your grandmother with her teeth out. ~George Brett, 1986

    I don't know what it's like where you are but here in Wisconsin the main religion is football.
    The cathedral is the stadium.
    The God is the quarterback.
    On A Sunday ,when there is a service at the Cathedral, three kinds of worshipers arrive .
    The fanatics, who paint their face and bodies Green and Gold.
    The highly committed who wear cheese on their heads.
    And the ordinary worshipers who cook in the parking lot.
    At the start of the service when the God emerges the worshiping congregation screams and leaps and praises him.
    For as long as one can remember God in Wisconsin has been called Brett Favre.
    It was this God that lead them to the greatest of worship experiences The Super Bowl.
    True in the last few years he hadn't taken them there but some allowances are made to the greatest of Gods.
    But then he resigned.
    There was sorrow.
    God had left. What could they do.
    They could remember and sell books about him.
    They could proclaim how wonderful he was.
    They could cry in their beer.
    All would have been well but then Brett did an un-Godlike thing.
    He decided he didn't want to be retired and he whined about it.
    God's don't whine.
    My friend Ralph sent this reaction to the fallen God.

    But don't worry a new God is rising.
    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal . With Pigeon Falls Days coming soon the Liar’s Club is trying to get through the last of the local entries so they will know how many finalists they have for the week of the celebration. In the last few days they have heard six stories. Most of them got scores below an average of 8 but one looks like he made it to the finals. Mr. Warren Woodstuck from Applegrove, Idaho who is here visiting his brother tried his hand at story telling and got a 9.1. Here is his story:
    You know I like Alli Sorry. She is an old friend. But I have to tell you that when she talked to this group last week she just plain lied. That’s right she lied. She said the White Rabbit spent the winter with her. Well I know that’s not true. You might wonder how I know it’s true and of course I’m going to tell you. You see the other day I was up by the old railroad siding looking for blueberries. There are great blueberries there this time of year. Not those tasteless berries that you get in the grocery store. No sir, these are real blueberries. I had just picked my patch cleaned , had a half a bucket, and was looking for another patch when I saw it.
    There it was, big as life, a three foot white rabbit. The train was just going through and it was waving and winking at the passengers. If only I had my camera I could have taken some great pictures. But you can’t take pictures with a blueberry bucket. So I just watched. I noticed that in one hand it had a handkerchief which it was waving at the train. It was almost as if it wanted it to stop. If you had asked me at that moment if the White Rabbit was real I was have sworn up and down it was.
    But as the train left something strange happened. There was this grinding sound and suddenly one arm, the waving one, just fell off. That’s right it fell off. One minute it was waving the next the arm was on the ground and there was this metal thing with gears and electrical wires sticking out where the arm had been.
    Well I rushed over and went to pick up the arm but all I got on the first try was the handkerchief. Before I could bend over again to pick it up this girl comes running at me and shouting and she has a baseball bat. I think she belongs to some kind of club. She was followed by some kid named Tommy something or other. Well I wasn’t about to fight a girl with a bat so I ran to the woods , spilling half my berries on the way.
    But instead of running on I stayed and watched. The two of them went right to work. They put the arm back on and the Tommy fella knew just what wires to connect where. He tightened something and then stepped back and tried a remote control he had. Dang, if the thing didn’t work perfect. It looked so real again. Then they moved it to one of those railroad things . I think its used for track repair. And away they went.
    I do want you to believe me and I have with me the handkerchief I took from the rabbit. You will notice the large oil spot it got when the arm came off. You can be sure it is the rabbits because it had a little ducky sewn on the corner. I’d have brought you some blueberries as well but my wife made what was left into a pie.

    Today's link-Anonymous Agnes
    In the morning I scanned pictures and sorted them. I finished in the afternoon. Heard that Brett was coming to Packer training camp. Life changes so fast. I visited all my links. Betty and i tried to read the dates on the bottom of Barbie dolls to put them on E-Bay. Now I need a breathing treatment.

    My old H0 layout from the parsonage in Crystal Falls.

  • Thursday, July 24, 2008

    Magic Ends?

    Saying for the Day:Some people get lost in thought because it's such unfamiliar territory. ~G. Behn

    Without warning the pages on the calendar have flipped and lo and behold it is Thursday again. It is time for another Elf tale. It begins as all good elf tales should:
    Once upon a time there was an elf named Charlie. That’s right the same elf that outsmarted the wicked old witch. He was a slightly below average elf but still he did pretty well.
    One day, not long ago, Charlie had given a wish to a young boy for all the free help he had given his old neighbors. The boy thought for a moment and wished to be the owner of the fastest race horse in the world. So Charlie did the usual elf thing. He said “ As you wish so shall it be”. There was the usual flash of light and standing there bigger than life was not a race horse but an elephant. Granted it was a very , very fast elephant but it was still an elephant and not a horse. So Charlie said again, only a little louder “ As you wish so shall it be”. There was another flash of light and the elephant was gone. In its place was a very, very fast Rhino. Perhaps, the fastest rhino in the universe . But it was not a horse. Now Charlie began to panic. Once more he said the words. Once more there was a flash of light and this time the rhino was gone and a horse stood there. That was all Charlie needed . He disappeared as elves do when their task is finished.
    Charlie’s next task was to bring a wish to a middle age lady who was bringing pillows and blankets to homeless people. After the usual explanation he expected her to wish for something for the homeless but instead she wished that her husband would turn into a small hourglass egg timer. This way he would finally do something useful. So Charlie said the words. There was the flash of light and there in place of her husband was a six foot egg with a clock in the middle. This was not at all what Charlie wanted so he did the sequence again. This time he got a nine foot egg with an upside down clock and a large crack. Again Charlie did his thing. There was the flash of light and there on the table was an hour glass egg timer. Charlie vanished.
    Charlie went back to Elf Headquarters to check into the elf clinic. He knew something was dreadfully wrong. But when he got there the waiting room was filled with elves. It seems nobody's magic was working correctly. It was so bad that an elf council was called. An elf council hadn’t been called since the two opposite wishes were made at the same time.
    As the council was gathering word came that similar councils were being called by the witches, the fairies , the wizards, the leprechauns , and even the ogres. In all the magic kingdoms it was obvious that something was wrong. Fairies were hit the hardest since magic held their land together. Fairy buildings were falling down all across the country. But the others suffered as well. One Leprechaun went to protect his pot of gold only to see it fly to the middle of the rainbow and turn upside down. Dumping coins all across a farmer’s field where people trampled his crops to get to them. A wizard spoke what was supposed to be a proven love spell only to have the two people involved throwing bricks at each other. The poor ogres who don’t do much with magic but are a magic people developed terrific headaches and if you have ever seen an ogre’s head you know how horrible that would be.
    The elf council decided the problem was too big for them so they decided to call the first Grand Council in forty two centuries. The Grand Council would have two representatives from every magic group, two fairies, two elves, two wizards, two witches, two leprechauns, and even two ogres. Though there were some who thought the ogres shouldn’t be invited since they hadn’t had an original thought in all of the forty two centuries. So the Grand Council met. They shared all the information they had and it seemed obvious that the future of the very planet was in question. Despite what science thought it was magic after all that held the world together and held it in stable orbit. If the magic began to fail it could move closer to the sun and they would have real global warming or it could move away and they would have global cooling on a grand scale.
    The great Wizard looked into his magic crystal and said “ I see a foreign presence in the universe. It shouldn’t be here. It has destroyed the balance. Everybody was to go back to their group and see if anybody had used magic to bring in something, anything, from outside the universe.
    And so they did. Thousands and thousands of records were searched. Fairy records, witch records, elf records,, wizard records were all searched. But there was no record of anybody bringing in anything from out of the universe. It just hadn’t happened.
    So the Grand Council met again. The Grand Wizard had everybody add their magic ability to his and went back to the magic crystal. Now he could see that the object was a human being but despite all their power they couldn’t tell who or where he was. So they all went back to their groups with the task of going through human newspapers looking for some clue. They checked out hundreds of false leads. It seems that humans are always doing strange things.
    That’s when an elf remembered that he didn’t bring anybody into the universe but he sent somebody out of the universe to another parallel universe. Just suppose his counterpart on the parallel universe had done the same thing.
    The man in question was an expert in quantum mechanics and cosmological relativity named Tom. So they sent a wizard to talk to him. He rang the doorbell and was greeted by Tom‘s wife. He told her he was an old friend of Tom‘s from the University and hadn‘t seen him for a long time. She explained that Tom had some kind of breakdown and was now a patient at the Shaddynook Psychiatric Hospital in Middleville. And , she explained, he no longer speaks English.
    That night the entire Grand Council entered Tom’s room at Shaddynook by magic. Then using all their combined power they tried to send Tom to a universe far away and to another Shaddynook Hospital. There was a great flash of light and then Tom was still there.
    “Now what do we do the Great Wizard” asked?
    “Just a minute the head elf” said. Then he asked Tom, “ How are you”
    “Confused “ Tom said. ”Who are you?”
    With that they vanished. It seems that their counterparts in the other universe had sent the original Tom back.
    It took Tom several days to convince the doctors that he couldn’t speak Finnish and that he didn’t see elves. But then he went home.
    He no longer wished to be anywhere but there.
    The magic on the planet and in that universe soon returned to normal.
    Now there is no real moral to this story but it does show that sometimes when things go wrong they go really wrong.

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal . Buddy East told the Liar’s Club that four of the seven judges for the writer’s contest have checked in and they are waiting on the other three. Only three of the writer’s have voted. He hopes it is all done by Sunday. He needs to get the plaque made. Since he wants the winner’s name on it he can’t until he knows the winner in both categories.
    The Tommy Club lifted a print from the doorframe of the clubhouse that the FBI man had left. He had grabbed the frame to get into the clubhouse since he was a bit taller than the old chicken house door. This time Tommy sent it to his uncle who has a friend in the State Police. They will run it through their data base and some federal ones as well. Tommy’s uncle has promised to get back to them as soon as he hears from them.
    The Petrovich’s hope to go to Green Bay a week from Sunday to get the babies Baptized in the Russian Orthodox Church.
    The Town is getting ready for Pigeon Falls days in August. People are practicing for their part in the talent show. Some young men, attracted by the thousand dollar prize are trying to learn how to call pigeons. People are bring out their old time clothes for old timers day. It looks like it could shape up to be a great festival.
    Not a bad day. The last of the writers checked in and I only need one more of the regular judges and then I can announce the winner in each category. I talked to my oldest sister and she now is letting me send the box on to my other sister so life goes on. My grandaughter is going home today and that makes me sad. It has been fun running my blog past her before posting it. Besides she couild help Betty get my scooter out of the van. This afternoon Bree, Betty, and Pennie went to the movies. I scanned pictures from the box. It is just a treasure of old pictures that I didn't have. Now I need a breathing treatment.
    Our Roses several days after the hail.
    Today's link- Homespun Headlines

  • Wednesday, July 23, 2008

    Not religious

    Saying for the day: Philosophy is the love of wisdom: Christianity is the wisdom of love. ~Augustus

    I’m not a religious person but I am spiritual.
    I don’t know how many times I’ve read that statement or heard it.
    It seems to be communicating something but is it really?
    The problem is that there are four basic groups of people around us. They are:
    1. People who belong to a Church, Synagogue, Mosque, or some kind of traditional group. They worship using forms provided by the group. Often they try to bring others into the group.
    2. People who believe that any belief in God in this Scientific age makes no sense. They reject all traditional beliefs.,
    3. People who believe in the tradition but reject the organized group from which it came. They worship the traditional God in their own way without the group.
    4. People who believe there is a force behind the universe but not a traditional God. They believe they are in touch with that force.
    Now the problem is that each of these groups use the term religion and spiritual in a different way. If you are talking to your own group the sentence “ I am not religious but I am spiritual” might make sense. It might communicate something. But to those not of your group it won’t.
    For example a person in group one will find the statement to be confusing because for them spirituality is an extension of their religion. It is living what they believe. You can’t be spiritual and not be religious.
    For the second group the statement is irrelevant since there is no God and no other power both religion and spirituality are meaningless.
    For group three it means you believe in a traditional God but even though you have rejected the old organization ( ie. Religion) you still communicate with God and walk with God.
    For group four it means you are in touch with nature and the force of nature.
    So the statement does far more to confuse than to clarify.
    It would be better if we dropped the statement all together and replaced it with what we mean by it.
    So one could say :
    “ I don’t believe in God but I am in tune with other human beings and their needs.”
    “I don’t belong to any organized group but I believe and try to walk with the traditional God.”
    “ I don’t believe in the old God or Gods but I believe that nature is alive and I am in communion with it.”
    At least then we would understand each other.

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal .Buddy East is waiting for the reports of the judges on the writing contest and the votes of the writers. They have until Sunday. Buddy says that you must never rush judging. They need time to savor the stories.
    The Petrovichs finally named the babies. They are Kathryn Alexis Petrovich and Elizabeth Alexis Petrovich. Petrovich wanted to call one Alexis Alexis but his wife put her foot down and said no. So they compromised and he allowed her to pick the first name and he picked the second. She named them after an old friend Kathryn Elizabeth Fortress. Of course the names won’t be official until they get to Green Bay and have them baptized in the Russian orthodox Church. Pastor Joan, who is a friend of Mrs. Petrovich, offered to baptize them in Pigeon Falls. But Mrs. Petrovich pointed out that the child would get Communion for the first time right after baptism. That’s how it’s done in the Orthodox Church. The wine and bread are made into a kind of pabulum and served on a special spoon.
    Tammy and the Tommy Club found thin tire marks and holes that looked like a pole had pushed into the ground in the area where the White Rabbit was last seen. They decided that this indicated some kind of mechanical device and probably shows the rabbit to be a hoax. Tommy UK disagreed, of course, he said those tracks were probably made by some kind of railroad equipment. Possibly the machine they use to clean the tracks of garbage.
    But little by little Tommy UK stands alone against the Club. But then he has been there before and has always been proved right.

    Today's Link-Tales of a "Roach"
    It was a nice day. In the morning I helped Betty with her new computer. In the afternoon she and Bree dressed 52 year old Barbie Dolls that we hope to sell on E-Bay. I had a call from my sister in Ishpeming. She sent me a treasure chest of pictures which came today.I visited all my links which took a lot of time as there was lots to read. Now I need a breathing treatment.

    If your hot here are some pictures from a winter in Crystal Falls.

  • Tuesday, July 22, 2008

    Saying for the day: Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler

    Today the nice people in the Liar's Club of Pigeon Falls will let you see the six entries ( two came in late Sunday night) in thius years Liar's Club Contest.
    My judges are reminded to send me an e-mail with the wining number after you have read them.
    I am at
    Writers are reminded to vote in the same manner. They can vote for any story but their own.
    I wish all the participants good luck.

    #### News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal . Buddy East the Greatest Liar of all and President of the Pigeon Falls Liar's club posted this years entries today and here they are:

    Story number one

    Once upon a time there was a Dragon who was very lonely and sad. He watched every day at the petting zoo with the other animals as the gift shop line grew far and wide each day. The gift shop had webkinz tones of them. There where goats, lamas, lizards, even frogs and polar bears but no Dragons. Dragon watched this day after day as the Kids and their tired nagged on parents stood in that long long long far and wide line. Then Dragon got an idea. I am going to go to the webkinz creators and get me as a webkinz so I can be loved and took home with those lovely kids. Off he went with the unicorn and the tiger snake to the webkinz palace. They were only gone for a day when trouble emerged. There was a Great green Giant blocking their way. Oh no what to do. The giant said “here’s a brainteaser you can pass if you figure it out.” “Alright” said dragon “What has hole but holds water.” Boomed the Giant “ hisss a ssssponge ssssssss” hissed the Tiger snake.” “Wrong!” boomed the Giant “ any other guesses” The group thought but came up with nothing. “ your intestine ha ha ha” “ oh I had enough of this” said unicorn and rammed the giants toe with her horn. So on they went as the giant leaped out of the way to get the first aid for his throbbing toe. Two more days passed and they were almost there when a giant red hen was in their way. “ I will let you through if you get this riddle” “we acssssept” said the Tiger snake “alright what do you call a snail on a ship?”
    “A snailer?” said unicorn. “ yep alright you may pass” said the hen and off they went.

    The Palace was only a few yards away but a pile of firewood was in the way. “ how are we going to get passed that?” Said dragon “ We could take turnssss moving it” said snake
    “ that would take too long Dragon just set it on fire” Unicorn fired at them “ Don’t you have any patience but alright.” Said dragon. So he huffed and he Puffed and Blew up that fire wood pile. They finally got to the palace and for their bravery and riddle solving they got turned in to Webkinz. That is how the Dragon, Unicorn and Tiger snake became Webkinz.

    Story number 2

    Title: Old Bendy

    The first time I saw him, he was working at the local garage in Old Bendy, Tennessee, changing oil in cars and keepin’ them runnin’ for the townsfolk. He was new to the area, so nobody knew his mama and daddy, or where exactly he come from, but his smile was so engagin’, none of us really minded. Me and my friend Trudy would walk past the garage, acting like we didn’t have a care in the world, lookin’ at him from the corner of our eyes, tryin’ to see if he was lookin’ back at us. The year I turned sixteen, he took it upon himself to say how-ya-do and my world turned upside-down. He was the handsomest man I’d ever laid eyes upon. My heart still skips a beat when I recall how his blue eyes made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The whole town was abuzz when he asked me to the annual Pig Poke. Trudy was so jealous she turned green around the gills. When I walked across that cow field toward the raging bomb-fire, my arm tucked
    through his, I felt like a princess at the ball. And when we snuck into Old Man Myers hay loft later that night, well, let’s just say that he opened my eyes to a world I didn’t know existed and leave it at that.

    We set up house later that spring and it felt as if all my dreams had come true. For the first month or so, we were as happy as two peas in pod. It wasn’t until after the summer solstice that things started to change. It seemed like nothin’ at first, just both of us needing to adjust to livin’ with another being we weren’t related to, but then one night he didn’t come home after work. I waited dinner until well after midnight, but he never showed. When he come in around six that next mornin’, he refused to tell me where he’d been or what he’d been doin’, but I could smell the debauchery wafting off him. All he said was that I needed to let him be, that he needed to get ready for work. It was after his shower, when his curly dark hair was matted down with wet that I noticed ‘em. Two small bumps on either side of his head. I’d ran my hands through those dark curls so many times, I knew they hadn’t been there before. I asked him if
    he’d hurt himself and reached up to feel ‘em, but he knocked my hand away and told me again to leave him be.

    Every night after that I spent by myself, waitin’ for him to come strolling in the next mornin’ as if nothin’ was amiss. I’d taken to cryin’ and throwin’ things at the door when he come in, which he would then use as an excuse for treating me poorly. I’m not proud of the way I acted, but a hurtin’ heart will do all it can to try and right itself, even if that includes losing some pride along the way.

    He’d taken to dressin’ in the bathroom, so I hadn’t noticed anymore of the changes that were occurring until summer was closin’ in on fall. It was raining when he come in and his hair was flattened down like it had been when I first noticed those little bumps on his head. But now they weren’t so little anymore, standing at least three inches from his scalp. Even dry, his head full of curls wouldn’t be able to hide ‘em much longer. I waited ‘til he was in the shower, then snuck in all quiet like and peeked around the curtain. His back was to me, so I had full view. His once smooth skin was now red and raw lookin’. At first I thought maybe he’d been lashed, but then I realized that it was too neat lookin’, that the broken skin lay in perfect lines across his broad back and looked more like when you get a splinter and your body pushes it out on it’s own. Then I noticed that right at the top of his buttocks was a large puss filled
    abscess. I’d never seen nothin’ like it, the only thing close that I’d witnessed was on an old mangy dog covered in sores that had to be put down. I hurried out of the bathroom, biting back tears. My dear husband was ill, probably close to dyin’ and was drinking away the nights in order to shield me from his pain.

    When he come out, I handed him a cup of coffee and offered to make him breakfast. He squinted his blood shot eyes and tilted his head and studied me for a moment before saying he had to leave for work. Later that night, he come in much earlier than usual and lay with me. My heart lifted with the hope that maybe things would be okay and even if he was sick, I could help him and make things easier.

    But the next mornin’ he was gone before I woke and didn’t return until two days later. He reeked of booze and perfume, and another odor lurking beneath the others. I couldn’t place it at first, but then realized it smelled like a combination of spoiled fruit and rancid meat. He told me to go to bed, that he was havin’ company. I told him no, so he said, suit yourself, and called out for them to come on in. Two ladies come in the door, both were, and you have to pardon my language, but they were nothin’ but tarts. I’d never been so angry in all my days. I demanded they leave and that’s when he did what he’d never done before. He hit me right across the cheek and told me to go to bed. I ran to the bedroom and locked the door, his and the whores’ laughter chasing me all the way. I buried my head under the pillows, trying to block out the noises coming from the other side, but nothin’ worked. I only prayed that they could hear my sobs as

    I stumbled out of the bedroom after the longest night of my life and found all three of them curled together like kittens on my living room floor. He was laying on his belly, naked as the day he was born, and I noticed that the abscess was gone and had been replaced with what looked like, and I know how crazy this sounds, but it looked like a tail. It was about a foot long and sleepily twitched from side to side. I covered him before the tramps could see, naively assuming they hadn’t during their long night of wickedness.

    I decided then and there that something had to be done. I hadn’t been to church in a coon’s age, but I didn’t know where else to turn. I roused Reverend Johnson out of his sleep and told him all that had been occurring in my home. We marched back, this time armed with scripture and a belief in goodness. All three of the fornicators were right where I left ‘em and the good Reverend scattered them with buckets of water. The trollops had the good sense to gather their things and leave, but he just lazily turned over and blinked his blood red eyes at us. A slow smile spread across his face and I noticed for the first time that his once straight teeth had become yellow and jagged.

    Reverend Johnson asked him to cover himself. He just looked at us and kicked the blanket to the side. The Reverend said to him that his evil ways had to stop and he was there to help. The man I had given my whole heart to, who I had believed in more than myself, took it upon himself to curse at a man of God. I’d never been more appalled, as was Reverend Johnson. He told me that he could not allow me to stay with such a vile human being. I looked between the two men: the Reverend’s kind face and the smirking smile of the man I loved.

    With a deep breath, I asked the Reverend to leave. A small chuckle that slowly tumbled into a full throaty laugh followed the good man back into the world. Only after closing and locking the door did I turn around. In the few minutes it had taken to escort my last salvation out, the transformation was complete. His lean body had shrunk at least a foot and was covered with greenish-blue scales. His beautiful hands were now claws and his arms dragged the ground as he walked. The foot-long tail had sprouted at least another three feet and jabbed at the air like a parent chastising a disrespectful child. I closed my eyes and conjured an image of the man he used to be, then I released what he no longer was and never would be again. The click-clack of his long nails sounded on the floor as he ran into my open arms.

    Story number 3
    Menehene Mushrooms

    I was on my way into Waianae Village to meet with the Pastor of the Waianae United Methodist Church. Halfway to the bus stop nearest our condo complex, I took a short cut across the lawn. A big black cloud rolled in – right over my head – and it began to rain on me! The patch of rain was no bigger than an umbrella – which I didn't have with me – so I stepped to the side. The cloud lurched after me.

    I stepped to the side again. And again And again. The cloud matched me step for step! I dodged the other way, stumbling off the curb and into the street. The cloud followed, but stayed near the edge of the curb.

    I walked up the road, parallel to the curb and the cloud moved along beside me. I stopped. It stopped. If I moved toward the lawn, the cloud got blacker and the rain poured harder. If I moved away, the rain lessened.

    I turned and walked back the way I'd come. The cloud still followed. Finally it dawned on me that the cloud did not want me on the lawn. I looked away from the cloud and down at the grass. There were hundreds of little umbrella mushrooms all over the lawn! There were also hundreds of miniature people! They ran toward the mushrooms and seemed to vanish inside!

    I moved closer, ignoring the rain, and carefully knelt near one of the mushrooms. I wanted a better look and wished for a magnifying glass, but had to settle for my bifocals. I couldn't believe it – the mushroom stalk had a little door, windows and … poof! It disappeared into the ground!

    "Hey!" I shouted, then looked toward the rest of the mushroom village. They were all popping back into the ground. Only a couple dozen remained. I grabbed for my camera, fumbling with the case. I knew nobody would ever believe this story if I didn't have a photo!

    I have since learned what the islanders have always known, the Menehene of Hawaii are still alive and well and living among us. They help those they like, trick those they don't, and get even with those who harm them. Luckily, I didn't step on any homes, so I am not exactly in their bad graces, but I did rile them a bit – I guess that's why all the photos on my camera came out blank but one, and it is very blurry, but you can just see the last mushroom disappearing into the ground.

    Story Number 4

    He came into my life the way most men do lately – through the garage door. He was sleek and black and walked with utter smoothness like an Olympic skater on ice.

    He walked into the living room and proceeded to find a spot of sun shining through the window on the couch and sat down. His black hair glistened and reflected back deep indigo around his ears.

    Indigo. I had read somewhere that that had something to do with creatures with special powers and intuition. Could it be that he had heard my thoughts? My plea for help?

    As he sat, he scanned the room with his green eyes for any sign of movement and rushed to the basement door once he saw that it was open.

    With a single leap, he landed on the basement floor in a perfect stance. Chin uplifted, he moved his head back and forth, eyes closed as he appeared to be making a mental recording of the space.

    He quickly left my view as I stood at the top of the stairs, too afraid to descend the stairs into the unknown.

    I suddenly heard pots crashing and glass breaking --- but I had no pots or glass in the basement. Then suddenly a loud “EEE YAAAH” and then silence. The kind of silence that is so silent it is loud.

    I wanted so desperately to take a few steps down and take a peek at what was happening as my curiosity was eating at me like a fat lady at a chocolate factory. But my fear was too great, I held back.

    I saw him start to ascend the stairs and I quickly ran to the living room to stay out of his way.

    He walked through the living room and out the garage door as smoothly as he came in. Then I saw him turn as I hurriedly followed him out the door.

    He was gone. Like a poof of air. Just gone.

    I was in a daze with what had just happened. I looked at the clock expecting that hours had passed. But the minute hand had barely moved.

    Was I imagining all this? What had happened? I had to run to the basement to see.

    I’d tell you the rest of the story and what I found/didn’t find in the basement, but you would never believe me. But here is a block of cheese that is hard as rock that I left down there two weeks ago – and look, it is smooth as the day I bought it.

    Story Number 5
    Dragon Story

    The autumn wind hummed through the rustling leaves; what an inspiring day to be in the woods! Buck had been coming to this spot many years for deer hunting.

    Here, high on a ridge overlooking the river valley, the wind often sang these songs. It was exhilarating up here, enjoying the splendor of God’s world!

    Today, Buck’s son-in-law, Jim, would join him at the end of the afternoon. Someone moving through the woods then might stir up some deer, and get them moving.

    The afternoon sun was warm; Buck was so comfortable; he soon dozed off. An eagle flew over, screaming his rasping cry. Buck woke up, then dozed off again.

    Awake again … maybe it was because the wind had picked up … it was getting chilly. Clouds pushed in, covering the sun; the woods were getting dark. The low hum of the wind was increasing to a chorus of moans and howls. Trees swayed, branches rose and fell, and leaves swirled through the air and tumbled across the hillside. How exciting!

    Buck buttoned up against the wind’s chill. Although the wind was strengthening, it didn’t feel like rain.

    So noisy; it would be hard to notice a deer moving. He’d have to pay attention. Jim should be coming up the hill soon.

    What in the H***! What was that noise? Maybe Jim’s old truck … coming apart? This noise was like a bird cry … A crescendo ending in a loud “Whoosh”! IMAGINATION? NO! It was like nothing Buck had ever heard, or could even try to explain. “I hope it’s not something serious with Jim’s old truck. That pickup has seen its better days.”

    Yelling, “Jim … are you okay?” … Buck waited for an answer … none! Man … there’s that God-awful noise again!

    Checking his cell phone, and his gun: loaded, Buck dashed down the hill. He could hear the pounding of his heart!

    By his own truck now; no Jim, yet! Panic took over. "I’m no hero … I’m leaving!" Not even casing his gun, Buck gave a prayer of thanks that the truck started.

    Looking over by the rock pile at the river’s edge, Buck’s head began to swim! AN UNBELIEVABLE SIGHT! His first thought was that he was looking at a giant lizard. No lizards around here! This beast was huge! And, looking right at him! A hissing roar, like water on a hot stove … a smoky cloud of fire burst out of the beast’s mouth.

    Buck’s truck had never gone so fast down this road before. He punched the 911 number on his cell phone. At the big corner, Buck met Jim driving in and motioned him to follow. Buck kept on his mad dash back toward town.

    Later, Buck, still shaking … embarrassed … gave information for the Sheriff and the DNR officer … not really caring what they thought of his story. Would he ever go back to his favorite hunting spot? Not likely … not soon, anyway

    Story Number 6
    Dragon Story

    Lois woke up. It was the middle of the night; everything was so still and quiet. What woke her up? As her eyes focused, she saw the moonlight streaming in the window. Awake now, she decided to look out at the beauty of moonlight upon the snow. It was so gorgeous! The shadows of the old apple trees lay long upon the sparkling, pristine white snow. Nothing, not even a deer, was moving around. WAIT! … that large shape coming down the hill! It couldn’t be a bear; the bear are all hibernating! Maybe it’s just a shadow of a cloud moving across the moon?

    A moment of panic, a fleeting thought that “this must be a dream” … Lois decided that she’d just seen that huge rock halfway up the hill … Imagination!

    Her brother and Dad were asleep, but she knew that each kept a loaded shotgun handy. Silly to panic or to wake anybody up.

    Scolding herself, Lois decided to enjoy the beauty of the moment. The snow sparkled like thousands of diamonds. Dark outlines of the trees and their gnarled branches made a tapestry pattern of black and white. The stark black woods made a background, accentuating drifts of diamonds and pristine white swells of snow. Stars twinkled across the velvet night sky. It was just so beautiful! God’s artistry, undeniably!

    No camera could translate this beauty to a piece of paper. The mind’s eye must do; a memory like this could last forever. A “this-is-as-good-as-it-gets moment”. Lois, grateful for having awakened to enjoy this secret moment, absorbed this magnificence of moonlight-on-snow!

    NOW … WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? More imagination? … no … Lois was completely awake now … NOT imagination! The noise: like the rush and roar of an old furnace when you’d open the door. Her heart pounding, she could hear it thump. Afraid to move or scream, almost afraid to look, she focused on the dark shadows near the big rock up the hill. Was the rock moving? YES! The rock was to the other side of the old white pine! IMPOSSIBLE! More roaring fire-like noise … a smoky cloud of fire glowed where the rock had been!

    NOW … SCREAMING WAS CERTAINLY APPROPRIATE! Lois’s Dad, brother, and mother rushed in. Lois, unable to put anything into words, only pointed towards that spot up the hill.

    Her mother hugged her; her Dad and brother, with shotguns, ran out onto the porch.

    Nobody found anything unusual … not even by the big rock where she’d told them to look … just some snow panked down by the big rock …. “Must have been some deer laying there in the snow”.

    Lois felt foolish; she knew she had really seen and heard something-A DRAGON?!

    She felt better, though, when her Grandmother, born and raised on this farm, whispered to her, “Lois, when I was your age, I saw that same dragon by the big rock. That was exactly 50 years ago! Nobody believed me, either!”

    Today's Link-The Poor Farm
    My thanks to Javagogh who pointed out that the formating on explorer was weird. It was fine on firefox, so I wouldn't have noticed.

    It was one of those days. In the morning I fought with Vista trying to cut a DVd that could run on a TV but the security set up wouldn't let me using a windows program. So I did everything they told me till I got to the point where I was supposed to put a check in the box in front of the program I wanted excused from the security program. The problem was that there were no programs in the list box and no way to get any in there to put the church. So after two hours I gave up. My little sister called. She was visiting Springfield the home of Lincoln. It was nice to hear her voice. She has a new car because the garage let her old car fall off the lift and wrecked it. She has all the luck. I cut a DVD in the afternoon with all the choir *.movs and *.avis on it.

    Now I need a breathing treatment.


    Betty's sisters visit

  • Monday, July 21, 2008

    Two for one Meme

    Saying for the Day-Coming together is a beginning. Keeping together is progress. Working together is success. ~Henry Ford

    I got this meme from Milli's blog. I thought it would be fun for Betty and I to do it together. Her answers are in green.

    1. Do you like blue cheese? No, never not on anything —Yes

    2. Have you ever smoked heroin? No but I smoked a ham once -No

    3. Do you own a gun? No -No

    4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? No Sonic here -Too far away to go to

    5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes, more nervous than her -Yes

    6. What do you think of hot dogs? Love them-Like them

    7. Favorite Christmas movie? Christmas Story -Christmas Story

    8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning ? Water- Orange Juice

    9. Can you do push ups? Not now and not ever -Not any more

    10. What is your favorite piece of jewelry? Pectoral Cross ( gift from my son when I was in the hospital on Christmas) -My wedding ring

    11. What is your favorite hobby? Model trains-Cross Stitch

    12. What is one trait that you love about yourself? I‘m caring-I’m quiet

    13. What is one trait you hate about yourself? I’m sloppy -I’m quiet

    14. Middle name? James -Elizabeth

    15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?
    1. What‘s for super? -1. What matches in this game
    2. Hiow long is this meme-2.What will I do for the rest of the evening
    3. We won at Canasta-3.What time will my sister arrive

    16. Name 3 things you bought yesterday.
    Bought a new computer for Betty-Didn’t shop yesterday
    That’s it.

    17. Name 4 drinks you regularly drink. Cola, water, lemonade, blog ( what we call the medicine I take every morning)- Cola, orange juice, water, and milk

    18. Current worry? Can we find enough for Bree to do -the rest of this meme

    19. What do you hate right now? Not being able to breath well -That people still starve in the world

    20. Favorite place to be? home -home

    21. How did you bring in the New Year– Went to bed early and slept through it –Watched TV until the ball dropped then went to bed

    22. Where would you like to go? Finland -Hawai

    23. Name two people who will complete this? Stacy, Billie -Lori and Quilly

    24. Do you own slippers? I think so-Yes , I’m wearing them

    25. What shirt are you wearing? My black clerics -A flowered cream one

    26. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No-No

    27. Can you whistle ? Sort of-Yes

    28. Favorite color? Green -Red

    29. Would you be a pirate? No-No

    30. What songs do you sing in the shower? Bible camp songs-Never sing in the shower

    31. Favorite girl's name? Betty -Christine

    32. Favorite boy's name? John-John

    33. What is in your pocket right now? A camera-Kleenex

    34. Last thing that made you laugh? Card game with Bree-Card game with Bree

    35. Best bed sheets as a child? They were all the same -All the same just white

    36. Worst injury you have ever had? Cracked rib-Broken leg

    37. Do you love where you live? Almost- Yes

    39. Who is your loudest friend? My daughter -My daughter

    40. How many dogs do you have? Just one but she seems like more-just one

    41. Does someone have a crush on you? No -Not that I know of

    42. What is your favorite book? Bible .-Bible

    43. What is your favorite candy? Milky Way Bar-Hershey bar

    44. What song do you want played at your funeral? The Wicked Old Witch is Dead -HeTouched Me

    45. What were you doing at 12:00 am? Eating at Perkins - Eating at Perkins

    46. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up ? I have to add something to the blog–I have to take a pill

    Now do you think there is any chance of the marriage lasting?

    News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal .The FBI man who had pulled a gun on the Tommy Club seemed to have disappeared . Tommy UK told Eino what had happened and he said he would contact his friend in the FBI and try to find out what was going on. But Eino was fairly sure that a real FBI person wouldn’t pull his gun on a bunch of kids.
    So the Tommy Club has put that behind them and are back trying to discover if the White Rabbit is a hoax and who the man in black is. They are going out today to look at the railroad siding where the Rabbit was last seen.
    Tommy TW has almost finished his latest book. He figures to have the first draft done in a week. Then the real work of rewriting begins. But now he knows where it is going and pretty much how it will come out. He is so thankful that Nancy got him to take that trip to Canada.
    All of the Pigeon Falls twins are doing well. The Petrovich’s still haven’t named theirs but they are working on it. Petrovich wants some variation of Alexis to be used for one of them. But it’s a boy’s name and they are girls.
    The dragons, all three of them, have been flying over every day. The only one’s excited by it now are the visitors to Pigeon Falls who have never seen a dragon. The little dragons are growing and by the end of summer they will be almost as big as their mother. Nobody has seen the father dragon for some time.


    Today's Link-Advice from a Fake Consultant
    Tomorrow the four stories for the Liar's Club Contest.
    It was another nice day ( what do you expect my granddaughter Bree is here). My sister -in-law and her husband came in the morning. We had a nice time talking with them. Then we all went to Applebees for lunch. In the afternoon we went to Hobby Lobby to get some things I needed for a project. With Bree along unloading my scooter works well. Hobby Lobby is a great place and we bought a bit more than we intended to. Then we went to Wal Mart and got a few more things including some bread flour. Then I visited most of my links. It was good just to get out of the house. Now I need a breathing treatment.
    Yesterday at St. Mark's