Tuesday, March 31, 2009

We'll Fix them Cows

Today's Link
Sylvia From Over the Hill

Today's Saying
Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors... and miss. ~Robert Heinlein

Today's Picture
My Van

I am wondering about the kind of people we hire to run our government agencies. I really am.
You see the EPA ( Environmental Protection Agency) has proposed a C02 tax to congress. The money raised would be used to fund research into C02 free energy resources.
Now I have no problem with the general idea. A tax based on how much C02 was being produced makes some kind of sense. You know a small tax on energy efficient cars and a bigger tax on large gas guzzling ones makes sense. It even makes sense to tax coal and gas fired plants according to the amount of C02 they produce. It is a reasonable idea. I don’t like it because I drive a van and cost me more to keep it. It will also run my electric bill up. But I understand it.
It’s the rest of the recommendation I don’t understand. They want to tax cows at one hundred dollars a head and sheep at twenty and other farm animals according to C02 production. Now which , highly intelligent, EPA leader came up with this idea?
Do they think we can build a better cow with lower emissions? Do they think the cow faced with a hundred dollar fine will just suck it in?
Do they think?
If this passed and one has to believe that saner heads will prevail it will:
1.Be the last nail in the coffin of the family farm.
2. Cause your milk and beef prices to soar.
3. Cause more foreign beef to be imported.
4. Cause the death of a lot of milk cows whose owners can’t afford the tax.
Of course it also opens the door to taxing the air we breathy which some in congress have always wanted to do. We are after all an animal. We breath out C02. Will we have to check in to a breathing center and get our C02 emissions checked?
Welcome to the brave new world.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Last night Tommy UK stopped to talk to Eino after school. Eino had no idea how the video came to show Tommy and Tammy doing something they had never done.
“It would take technology way beyond ours to this” Eino said “But then we are left with the question why”
He then shared with Tommy the fact that his friend had been told to say that the Big Mac wrapper had no clues on it . “ But if that’s true “, he said,” Why are they sending two homeland security people here?”
Tommy UK responded “ I suspect they know something we don’t know and somehow they got that information from the Big Mac wrapper . But what could that information be?”.
While Eino and Tommy were talking Tammy went to some kind of dance class. As much as they would like to be together all the time that just isn‘t possible. In fact Tammy‘s mother is getting a little upset with the amount of time Tammy is spending with Tommy UK and has told her that she has to cut back..

Wrap UP
I guess Maggie was really bad last night. She kept getting Pennie up. So tonight she will sleep on our side of the duplex so Pennie can get some sleep. Betty says that Maggie could hear and smell the panther. Since there is no panther I doubt it. But there might be a coyote. It could be an interesting evening. Betty went to Bible Study this morning. When she came home we went to Applebees for lunch. It was to celebrate her birthday which was yesterday but yesterday Pennie had the car keys so we couldn't get out. Then we went to the Credit Union to get a document notarized. I then visited every blog on my friends list which I try to do once a week.The Geese are back in the field behind the house. When Betty saw them she told me she read in the paper where a goose was killed and partially eaten on a nearby farm. She is sure it is that panther but it was probably a coyote. Betty is so stuborn. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Monday, March 30, 2009

More of Me-At Four

Today's Link
Imac's Photos from the Mind's Eye

Today's Saying
What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life. And, most importantly, cookies. ~Rudolph Giuliani

Today's Picture
Happy Birthday Angel

There was a time when I was a four year old named John . Which seems right since now I am and old man named John. In those days I lived in two different houses. One house was on the outskirts of a town called Negaunee which means the low place in some Indian language. The other house was on a farm near Ishpeming which means the high place in the same language. The house in Negaunee was bigger and older and made to be explored. The house on the farm was new and not even fully finished. In the old house I lived with my Grandmother Mabel and my Grandfather James. In the new house I lived with Arvid and Edith.
The new house had geese that bit little boys when they played in the yard but to be fair it also had a wonderful dog that kept the geese away. The old house had a white picket fence and a wonderful yard to play in with a warning not to try to walk the fence because Edith when she was a little girl fell off of it and broke her arm. I never tried to walk the fence not because of the warning but because I couldn’t figure out how to get up there. ( this was true only when I was four).
So for part of a week or sometimes a whole week I lived at the old house. Then gramma Mabel would say Edith is coming to get you today I hated that. But then Edith and Arvid showed up in their old coupe and hauled me off to the farm. There I stayed until Gram Mabel and Grampa James showed up and took me back to the old house.
The old house was much more fun. It had a wood stove in the kitchen with a big pile of kindling next to it. Kindling is far better than Lego's for building pretend castles and forts. There was a wonderful button drawer that I was allowed to pull out and play with and the buttons made wonderful people and armies for my pretend castle. I did have to put them back when I finished and pile the kindling back but even that was fun.
There was no kindling on the farm, at least that I saw. Electric stoves don’t need kindling. There was a wood stove in the basement but I didn’t know that because I wasn’t allowed in the basement. I was told there was a big open something down there I could fall in and drown. Life for a four year old is full of danger.
The other reason I liked the old house is because Gram Mabel played with me , a lot. She taught me to play Old Maid. She rode the train I set up with kitchen chairs , she was the passenger and I was the engineer. She taught me to pick raspberries and how to get eggs from the chickens without getting pecked. She had a wonderful imagination.
Edith , on the other hand, gave me toys and said play with them. Of course during much of the time I was four Edith was pregnant but four year olds don’t know things like that. She didn’t feel good. In any case she didn’t play like Gram Mabel.
The old house also had better food. Gram Mabel was a grreat cook and she was always cooking. She made every kind of pie you can think of and they were all great. She made Cornish pasties, saffron buns, and currant cookies. Edith , on the other hand, cooked as little as possible but then she was pregnant.
The music was different in the two houses . In the old house there was a wind up Victrola and lots of really sad ballads. Songs about dead mothers and crippled boys that nobody wanted to play with. The new house had an electric phonograph and Edith played songs by the Sons of the Pioneers. Songs that had to do with ghost riders in the sky or something like that.
Gram Mabel took me to Sunday School at the Methodist Church where they had the greatest colored blocks in the world. It was because of Sunday School that I found out a great truth that nobody had bothered to tell me.
After Sunday school kids would say my mother will be down to get me in a minute. The Sunday School was downstairs.
One Day when we got home from Sunday School I asked Gram Mabel why I didn’t have a mother. I had a Gram that was her and I had an Edith but I didn’t have a mother. She started to laugh. You see nobody ever refereed to my mother as mom. She was always Edith. Even Arvid ,who turned out to be my dad ,called her Edith. How was I supposed to know she was my mother? So Gram explained that Edith was my mother and she thought this was a good time to tell me I was going to have a baby brother or sister. I really didn’t want one. It was enough to know I had a mother.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Eino heard from his friend at Homeland Security today. He said he was TOLD to tell him that there was nothing on the Big Mac wrapper that would be of help. But his story interested some people in a special branch and they would be coming in a helicopter tomorrow with some special equipment to help Eino solve the mystery. Eino wondered why his friend had put such an emphasis on the word told. Could it be they did find something and don’t want to share what they have found. They have never paid attention to his stories before.
This morning the white rabbit that is at the center of all this nonsense stands as it has for some time now in the museum entrance hall. One can almost believe it looks happy.
Tammy and Tommy UK are not happy. They have to go to school. They would like to be working on this mystery which has now included them in such a strange manner. Now there is a video of the two of them doing something they know they never did. How could that happen? They have to go and listen to American history when they should be making history. Life is so very unfair.

Wrap UP
Got up this morning to find not only snow but strange prints in the snow. Betty is sure it was the panther everybody is talking about. I said that that was nonsense. It was probably a coyote. I put the ELCA Bible Study for this coming Sunday on St. Mark's website. I spent a little time reading and reflecting on the gospel for Sunday. My sister Dawn called. Betty had to tell her about the " panther tracks" . I told her it was probably a coyote . The flowers I ordered for Betty's birthday came. She enjoyed them. I visited all the blogs that left comments yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Just like Philip

Today's Link
Thinking Allowed

Today's Saying
John 20:21 ........we would see Jesus

Today's Picture

From Crystal -Long Ago

In the liturgical churches it is the fifth Sunday in Lent and we are coming near the end of our Lenten journey. The gospel from the common lectionary is John 12:20-33.
This morning we run into some interesting people> They are Greeks and have come to Jerusalem for the Feast of the Passover. They are converts and are looked upon by the Jewish community as not quite really Jews. They have heard about the miracle worker who walks on water and might be the Messiah and they want to meet him. So they go to Phillip and tell him they want to see Jesus.
Now I feel sure it wasn’t quite that simple. More likely they told somebody they wanted to meet Jesus and he sent them to somebody else who sent them to Phillip. It’s not like Phillip was walking around with a sign that said see me for Jesus Tours. In any case they find Philip and tell him.
Here are potential disciples at a time when the group is losing numbers. Jesus has been talking a lot about dying and people have been leaving in droves. So one would expect that Phillip would take them right to Jesus. But he doesn’t. Instead he says, in effect, “Stay here and I’ll get back to you”.
Then instead of going and finding Jesus he goes and finds Andrew and they discuss bringing the Greeks to Jesus. Now why did they do this ? In all honesty the text doesn’t say but I have two theories:
!. These were Greeks not real Jews . They had to wonder if Jesus should be bothered at this crucial time by them. We know from their past behavior that this is a real possibility.
2. Jesus is saying hard things at the moment and he might scare them off instead of attracting them. It is better they just have the stories than here the possible Messiah talking not about throwing out the Romans but dying. Even worse instead of talking about how wonderful it was to follow Him he was telling people they had to take up a cross. This was not what you want potential converts to hear.
So then why did they decide to tell Jesus about them.
I think they believed that if they didn’t tell Him somehow He would know anyway and then he would ask them why they didn’t tell Him.
So they go to Jesus and tell Him they have this group of Greeks who want to meet Him.
Now the rest of the text speaks volumes about the love of God. It speaks of the agony of Jesus and the wonder of the cross and there are four or five sermons in there but I want to just talk about Andrew and Phillip and the Greeks.
In all of our churches there are the Andrew and Phillips of today. They are believers. They are faithful church members. They are nice people.
But, there are people who want to see Jesus that they aren’t sure should belong to their church.
1. They are the wrong race.
2. They have the wrong sexual preference.
3. They are dirty and unkept. Some even smell.
4. They are sinners who haven’t repented.
5. They are just not their kind of people.
I’m sure you can add to that list.
Jesus has been lifted up. Jesus would draw all men unto Himself but Andrew and Phillip aren’t sure He means all.
So they work hard to keep their church pure and leave today’s Greeks standing outside.
But some Andrew and Philips do invite but then they try to filter thje message. They tell the Pastor don’t preach on stewardship it upsets people. Don’t talk about taking up a cross that’s no fun. Just talk about how wonderful it is to walk with Christ. Let’s not have any of this lifted up talk.
So the Greeks are in but not really because they have no chance to meet the real Jesus.
So what should we do. Well first we have to ask ourselves if we are part of the Andrew-Phillip group in our church. Do we have this idea of who we should let in which is smaller than Jesus “ all people”? If we do it is time to change less the Greeks be left standing outside.
Then we have to ask are we one of those that would dumb down the message so people don’t get to meet the real Jesus. If we are that too must change.
Real change begins not with others but with ourselves.
But the good news remains . This Jesus who was lifted up on the cross. This Jesus who is willing to draw all people unto Himself. This Jesus went right on loving Philip and Andrew despite their failure to understand and He goes on loving us.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
As the week went on Pastor Joan’s mornings got a little better each day and today she was ready to step back into the pulpit. Here is a part of the sermon she gave.:
Let me begin by reminding you that Jesus is a real human being. Sometimes we forget that and we think of Jesus as God pretending to be human. You know God playing the part of a human being but always just being God. But Jesus is a real human being. When they nail him to the cross there will be blood and pain.It will be horrible.
Jesus , the real human being, has seen the storm clouds coming in. He know they intend to kill him. He knows he probably will be crucified. He looks ahead to that even in agony. He does not want to go through it. Should he now pray “ Father get me out of here. I can’t take it.” It was a possiblity. He had tried to tell peole the Father loved them. He had tried too help them see the Kingdom breaking in. He had done his best. But they had rejected the message. What more could he do?
This human being in agony had to be tempted to run to the hills. There he could continue to spread the message. Some would hear him and be saved.
But Jesus in his agony decides that is not what the Father wants. He wants Jesus to keep proclaiming the Kingdom and God’s love in public. And Jesus knows that if he is crucified it will result in something great. He knows from the words of the prophets that he has to die.
But the agony, the fear is still there. He is human, after all.
He goes through this for us.
He shows us what a real human being can be like.
He is faithful to the end.

Wrap UP
The snow is back. We went to church and I gave a little talk on why we choose to belong to St. Mark's. Pastor preached two good sermons. The choir was great.Fellowship was good. It was the last Sunday of the month so we had a hymn sing. All in all a great morning. I spent a good part of the afternoon updating the St. Mark's Website. Then I visited all the blogs that left comments yesterday. Then I helped Pennie with a project she was working on. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Raven's Challenge 56

Today's Link
The Westra World

Today's Saying
Be obscure clearly. ~E.B. White

Today's Picture
Sister Chris-Top-Sister Dawn -Bottom

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle

This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: partition, imagination, salvation, mirror image, green power, highway, roasting marshmallows, serial killer, autograph, cartography
Mini Challenge: cell phone, Big Mac, panther, legendary, poets corner

The Mega Challenge in the Ongoing Adventure of Agent 012
Agent 012 clutched at his side where the red spot was getting larger and discovered that it was neither red ink or blood but the strawberries he had put in his pocket to munch on. A piece of the printing press had crashed into his side and those strawberries were his salvation, red power instead of green power. Relieved that he wasn’t bleeding to death Agent 012 looked around and saw that small fires were burning after the explosion and some of the employees were roasting marshmallows over them. He considered this to be evil behavior, not as evil as a legendary serial killer, but evil nevertheless and he made a note of it.
The explosion had destroyed a partition wall and Agent 012 looked through to see his mirror image on the mirror wall in the next room. After noticing that his hair badly needed to be combed he began to wonder what a room with a mirrored wall was doing in a think tank like this. He knew it wasn’t used for cartography or any practical purpose. In his wildest imagination he couldn’t think of a reason for such a room so he asked.
He was told the room was called the poets corner and that every wall in the room was mirrored. It was the room where the greatest minds went to reflect on the latest theories. Agent 012 couldn’t see how that would help but he thought it was better to reflect there rather than when one was driving down the highway, eating a Big Mac and talking on a cell phone.That could get you killed.
Going back to where the printing press had been Agent 012 decided that the pieces of the bomb mechanism that were left were like the autograph of the man called the Panther. The Agency knew he had worked for Mute before. If it was the Panther they were in real trouble because a second explosion always followed the first.
Just then the building began to shake.
Agent 012 was not having a great day.
The Ten Word Challenge
I have always had this interest in cartography and now it has become my vocation. Because of my fantastic imagination I am the inventor of the green power map. On my map all highways are in red because they are the serial killers of the atmosphere. I have placed partitions in some areas and colored them light pink indicating that a lot of coal and wood are still being burned there. They even have roaring fires and roasting marshmallows. When will they ever learn?
Other areas are partitioned off and colored light green That’s where salvation is coming in the form of lower c02 emissions. By some strange coincidence the green and pink areas are often mirror images of each other.
To be sure that nobody steals my map ideas they are copyrighted and carry my autograph.
The only problem I have left is how to handle those C02 spewing volcanoes. I suppose I could just put them on the map as big red spots.

The Mini Challenge- Reading Quivel
Neal was sitting drinking a diet cola and eating a Big Mac when his cell phone rang. It was Sussie calling to remind him that he had a half hour before he was slated to read at the Poets Corner. He was reading selections from Quivels for the Multitudes by Dr. John, the legendary quivel writer. He had picked out eight quivels he wanted to read and he knew that the audience would demand that he read the greatest quivel ever “ The Panther that ate Quilly’s Words”..There was a time he wouldn’t have been caught dead reading such drivel but after the great depression the level of sophistication went down so fast that quivels are now what people want to hear. O for the good old days when a poet was a poet.

The Mega Challenge in one Sentence
No matter how you partition the Poets Corner Building there would be no salvation from the legendary Green Power Serial Killer who, and it takes no imagination to see it, is the mirror image of the old Highway Panther complete with roasting marshmallows, cartography, cell phone, and his autograph carved into a Big Mac.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
It is Saturday and time to look back over the week in Pigeon Falls.
Monday-Poor George, even though he had a queachy stomach had to sit and listen to the Methodist women Jibber Jabber about the legendary pasty maker Pricila Pemberthathy who by herself made one hundred pasties in a day. They were all waiting for the purple pasties being made for St. Urho’s Day to cook. A big sign in the area said “Welcome to the Poets Corner” but he doubted these ladies ever read poems . They were cooks. That’s when the conversation took a new turn and went from history to gossip. Somebody pointed out that Mrs. Trasillo who used to cook with them had become a real bacchante but at least she wasn’t a serial killer. For some reason they thought this was funny. George who wanted nothing more than to be out on the highway but had to wait to give his wife a ride home wondered when the church stopped talking about salvation and began roasting people instead of roasting marshmallows.
Tuesday-Felicia Maki, the town’s green power person, went to the town council meeting to ask that the town partition sections on each end of town where no internal combustion engines could be used. The two areas would be mirror images of each other and she had her cousin who was an expert in cartography draw a map to show them just how it would look. The Council unanimously turned her down and she accused them of having no imagination and being closet Republicans. This ticked Eino off who told her he was a closet nothing but a full fledged card carrying Republican and he pulled out his card and pointed to the bottom of it saying “and that is my autograph, signed by my own hand”.
Wednesday– Richard Mattson who was sitting on his front porch talking on his cell phone at the time swears he saw a black panther walking down the road. One has to hope he was wrong as Pigeon Falls has enough problems at the moment.
Friday– When Eino was at the museum he found a Big Mac wrapper on the floor next to the white rabbit. The lady in charge swears the place was cleaned before she went home. So Eino, on a hunch, sent the wrapper to Homeland Security to see if there are any fingerprints on it.
Tommy UK and Tammy when talked to after school both denied being in the building late and night and both deny ever carrying the white rabbit.

Wrap UP
Of course the dragons will be busy today you can see them HERE. I visited all the wordzzles that were up and I visited all the blogs that left comments yesterday. We are possibly going to visit my son today and I'm not sure when I'll be back. The dragons can't get to my computer while I am gone. WE did go and visit Peter and I had a great time with my grandson Luke. He taught me some things on the computer. I read the blogs added since I was gone to the wordzzle group. I understand the dragons have picked one of the eighteen for the dragon award . You can find out who won by going here.
Now I need a breathing treatment.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Flash Fiction -So it Begins

Today's Link
Get a Bigger Cup

Today's Saying
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. ~Edith Wharton

Today's Picture
Linna's Drug Store-Long Time Ago
My First Friday 55 Flash Fiction-

How long had they stared at each other?

Each hated the sight they were forced to see.

If they could they would have torn each other apart, piece by piece.

But it was not given them to do.
Not in a thousand thousand years.
For not even man was given the power to move mountains.

Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
After school yresterday Tommy UK and Tammy went to the museum and looked over the white rabbit. Tommy couldn’t find any sign that it had been moved. Everything seemed to be in order. It waved and winked when they turned it on just like it was supposed to. They finally gave up and went home to work on their homework.
This morning Eino looked at the video from last night. At 9:30 according to the time stamp Tommy UK and Tammy showed up and picked up the white rabbit and carried it toward the door. Then at 3:30 in the morning according to the time stamp they are seen bringing it back and putting it in its rightful place.
So Eino called Tommy’s father and told him about the video. His father said it was not possible because from shortly after nine until almost 10:00 they were talking. Tommy had a history project and he was reading the report and his father was telling him how he thought it could be made better.
The Eino called Tammy’s mother and she said that from nine thirty to 10:00 she was trying to help her daughter handle a problem she was having with one of the girls in school so she couldn’t have been there.
Now Eino is really confused. He has the video but he knows the parents to be honest. What is going on.

Wrap UP
Posted the Church bulletin to the website. Then I made labels for the trains I sold on E-Bay. Didn't get much but they are sold. Betty and I took them to the Post Office and mailed them off. Hear a rumor of a panther having been seen in the area but my guess is it was coyote. Tried to visit other 55 participants only to find there was no list, no linksy. It is hard to dig them out of the comments on another blog. I gave up and visited the blogs of the people who left comments on mine yesterday. My sister Dawn called. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

A Quilly Story - Don't Mess with the Faires

Today's Link
Smart Mommy

Today's Saying
No child but must remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies. ~Robert Louis Stevenson

Today's Picture
When we took the Moms to Vegas

It is Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. The words are bacchante, queachy & jibber. Click on a word for a definition.
Note the story contains the words of this weeks Raven's Maxi challenge and one quivel has the words for a mini.

And Now - Don't Mess with the Faires
Carol sat in her tiny pretend office that had been created by placing partition after partition in what had been the big cartography room back when the Green Power Company owned the building and let her imagination run wild. Instead of working on the article about a serial killer who always left his autograph she dreamed of roasting marshmallows over a roaring fire and drinking gallons of beer. Soon, however, reality struck and she finished the article , entered it into the computer, and left for home.
Carol knew in her heart that only the Great God Bacchus was her salvation from all of this. Lovingly she took her robes from the closet and dressed as a true Bacchante. Looking at her mirror image she knew Baccus would be pleased. She took from the desk drawer the legendary liturgy for the day and placed it in the gorgeous red folder worthy of carrying such power and truth. She knew it was the right folder when she saw it last Saturday in the Poet’s Corner book store. Finally she put her cell phone on the table as she was sure that she did not want anything to disturb her worship. Then she went off down the highway to the perfect secluded spot she had found . Here no one would bother her.
The place was perfect. She marked the special spot. She would for most of the litany stay behind that spot. It was required! But at the moment when everything reached its climax she would fall forward beyond the spot thrashing and wiggling on the ground, begging Bacchus to enter and take control of her.
She took the liturgy from the folder and began. She leaped and twirled and chanted obscure Latin phrases that sounded like Big Mac, Big Mac, Big Mac. She saw herself as a panther moving with both speed and grace but always chanting.
Suddenly the ground beneath the chanting Bacchante became queachy. It was not so just a moment ago. Perhaps, the God Bacchus had heard her intonations .and was now responding. Now the ground became even more queachy and she was afraid the trembling and movement would cause her to fall. She did not wish to jibber but rather to continue the litany to the end. Her original excitement, however, was beginning to turn to fear. In all her years over all her litanies nothing like this had ever happened. Several times near the end of a very long litany she had begun to tremble but never before had the earth below her feet been so inclined..
So she decided that to jibber was the best course of action. She stopped her chanting, put the litany back in the gorgeous red folder, and started off for home. Instantly the ground ceased to feel queachy. She hoped that Bacchus would forgive her.
As they saw her leaving the fairy army breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken all their magic to move the earth and they were tired. But it had worked. They knew that at the end of the litany she would have thrown herself forward onto the ground and thus would have crushed their fairy village. They were glad they didn’t have to resort to plan B and turn her into a bush.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel. Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.

The End-Possibly
Poet’s corner now I spy
It has no place for such as I.
The bacchante will be back
Set her eyes on a Big Mac
Jibber Jabber if you must
Her panther I wouldn’t trust
Legendary though it be
Queachy stomach it gives me
Hold my cell phone up high
For animal control I try


Winter Ground

Alone Again

Drink O Drink my bacchante dear
The end, this end always clear
Your queachy liver no longer pure
Cirrhosis alone is trully sure

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
After school last night Tammy and Tommy UK hiked out to Gordon’s Crossing. There were marks in the snow that started about thirty feet from the track and then went to the track where they stopped. Tommy told Tammy that those were the kind of marks that the white rabbit used to leave. But how did it get to the starting point? There are no tire tracks or any other tracks at all. Now it could have left by riding down the tracks and thus leaving no tracks but how did it get there ? If it was the white rabbit how did it get out of the museum ? Now they had more questions and no answers.
Tommy wanted to look at the white rabbit but by the time they hiked back into town the museum was closed. Which was probably good because they both had homework to do.
Eino has a theory as to how the u-tube stuff got on the video. The camera was wireless and sends its information to a receiver that puts it into the recorder. Somehow somebody using u-tube ended up on the same frequency and thus the recording. Now he was going to hard wire the camera so that wouldn’t happen again.

Wrap UP
The sun really came out for a little while tofay but it didn't get really warm. It is supposed to snow on Saturday so this is just another tease. I visited every blog that I knew had a Quilly story and left comments. I worked up the pictures of Pizza making for the website.I visited all of the blogs that left comments yesterday. And I did some reading. Betty cleaned up the back yard. Now I need a breathing treatment.

For Quilly

A Linksy for
Quilly's Story Writer's
If you didn't write a Quilly story scroll down to my regular blog.
If and only if you have written a story using today's Quilly words namely,
bacchante, queachy & jibber.
Enter your name and url into the linsky
Then scroll down and read my story.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Clearing the Virtual Desk

Today's Link
Lew's pics

Today's Saying
Some persons are very decisive when it comes to avoiding decisions. ~Brendan Francis

Today's Picture

Every once in a great while I feel a need to clear the junk from my virtual desk.
Stuff accumulates you know.
Right now there is a pile of three words that I have to sweep into the virtual waste basket.
I was going to do this really clever blog based on the things you have to type in on some blogs to leave a comment.
I was going to take the next three things and pretend they were words.
Then I would ask you to make up a definition for each word and we would pick the best definitions.
I was even thinking of giving a priceless prize for the one we choose.
So what went wrong you ask.
Well here are the three words:
Acing —– Rache —— Gumpings
They all turned out to be real words.
I looked them up in Google.

Acing– To earn a high grade as “ He was known for acing his tests.”
Rache comes to us out of the German Wraka and means revenge. “ The rache of the escaped criminal was swift and brutal”.
Gumpings– To put somebody new into a famous movie scene for some other purpose such as a commercial. “But this Gene Kelley gumping is out of this world. “
Now what are the chances of all three things being real words.
So I gave up on the idea and now I can clear them off my desk.

The one other pile on the desk are a bunch of questions about people who use linksy.
They want people to read and comment on their blog but often they don’t bother to do the same.
Is this fair?
Is it right?
Or is it a kind of cheating?
Well that is off my chest and into the virtual waste basket.
Now my virtual desk is all cleaned off.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Eino heard from his friend at Homeland Security and the fingerprints turned out to be Petrovich’s. That should be no surprise. He prepared each one and he wasn’t wearing gloves. Our intruder must have been.
Another surprise came this morning they looked at the video recorded over night. Starting at 10:00 the tape has one u-tube comedy after another instead of the white rabbit pictures it was supposed to have. Eino has no idea how this happened. In fact he didn’t even think it was possible but there it is. Even stranger nothing in the museum is out of place or looked like it was touched and the camera is working fine this morning.
The engineer on the late night train swears he saw the white rabbit at Gordon’s Crossing again last night. And again it waved and winked as he went by. To be honest nobody else on the train saw it. But it was very dark and the light from the engine was in front of the train not on the sides.
Tommy UK and Tammy are planning to go out to Gordon’s Crossing after school. They hope there might be some tracks in the new snow that came down yesterday.

Wrap UP
Just a quick note following the first comment. Wraka is an old German word not likely to be found in modern dictionaries much like many of Quilly's old words aren't found in modern dictionaries. Rache, on the other hand, is one of those words that came from a foreign language directly into English usage. Blame the American Germans.It was a good day today. I visited every blog on my friend's list. That took a long time.My sister Dawn called. Betty and Pennie and I went to the evening church service. The fcllowship was great. The special offering went to the woman's shelter and the director gave a five minute talk. The skit was very well done. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Good Young Joe

Today's Link
Scented Pixels

Today's Saying
Garden fairies come at dawn,
Bless the flowers then they're gone.
~Author Unknown

Today's Picture
My Mom

It is time for another elf story which begins as all good elf stories should:
Once upon a time in the strange land of make believe and let’s pretend there lived a fine young man. He worked for a huge discount variety store where everybody shopped while proclaiming it the very essence of evil. In that sense it was not at all like the world we live in where people who believe a store to be unfair to its employees, bad for the community, and just plain evil would never shop there just because the prices were low. But then this is the land of lets pretend and make believe so they do.
Joe , that’s the young man’s name being named after his grandfather, did not have a very important job. He was a stock boy and he just kept the shelves full. He was very good at his job.
One day, a very rich lady came into the store . Now she could have shopped at one of those big name electronic stores but she knew the television she wanted was cheaper here and she didn’t get rich by throwing her money away. Actually she didn’t get rich by saving money either. She got rich because her husband was a high paid executive at P.I.G. And in addition to his regular income he had gotten a million dollar bonus for helping to bring the company to the edge of bankruptcy and thus getting them all that wonderful government money. It was a big scandal. But she still had the money.
The rich lady got her diamond encrusted cell phone out of her purse and in the process a thick envelope fell out. She never noticed. But Joe did. He went over , picked it up , and found it filled with hundred dollar bills. He knew just what he had to do. He rushed after her hollering “ Lady, Lady, you dropped this.”
She was so happy she patted Joe on the head and told him how wonderful he was . But she didn’t give him a reward. She didn’t get to be rich giving rewards out of her P.I.G. money.
As Joe was leaving from work he was joined by a little man in a green suit who was wearing shoes that curled on the end.
“Joe”, he said,” I’m an elf and because you were so kind and so honest I am giving you one wish.
Now Joe was over joyed but he was a bright young man and did not want to just jump into this wish thing without thinking.
So he considered his possibilities.
He was lonely so he could wish for a beautiful girl that would love him.
But his house was small and children would come and that just wouldn’t work.
He could wish for a bigger house.
But then he wouldn’t need it because there would be no girl and with higher property taxes he might lose the house.
He could wish for a million dollars
But since the P.I.G. scandal the government was taxing all unearned bonuses and wish for money at 100%.
He could wish to be a great Rock Star.
But he hated rock music.
He could wish for a better job.
But he didn’t because he didn’t know how to do anything else.
He could wish to be more handsome and better dressed.
But he liked what he looked like now.
So he thought and thought and thought.
Finally he wished that Saturday when he went bowling with the gang each of his friends would bowl a perfect game. He liked it when they were happy.
Saturday night came and the unbelievable happened. All of his friends bowled a perfect game. He was so happy for them. They got their pictures in the paper and the local TV station came and interviewed them. And Joe felt really good.
One day soon after a new young lady came to work at the store, her name was Sue , after her Great Aunt with all the money. Joe fell in love with her and eventually they married. She had a big house so they sold Joe’s house and put the money in an interest bearing saving account so they would always have the money to pay the property tax on her house.
By the time the children started to arrive Joe had worked his way up to manager and everybody loved him.
Thus he lived happily if not for ever after at least for quite a while.
Moral– Some people really don’t need wishes to be happy.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Tammy and Tommy UK went to the museum after school last night. They lifted some finger prints off of the driblets. It seems that nobody had paid much attention to them when the room was visited. The important one’s were displayed on the walls in extra large size, so there was only one set of fingerprints that showed on all the driblets. Tommy UK asked Eino to send them to his friend at Homeland Security. There was something about the fingerprints that bothered Tommy but he wasn’t sure what it was.
Nothing seems to have happened at the museum last night but the engineer on the late train swears he saw the white rabbit out at Godon’s Crossing and it waved and winked. That doesn’t seem likely since it was in its rightful place this morning.
Tommy did suggest that the town set up a video surveillance system trained on the White Rabbit to end the speculation. It could be prepared to turn on and record when there was any kind of movement.
Mayor Trumble talked to Eino and they are making arrangements to have the camera installed.

Wrap UP
I got up tired this morning. There are days like that. It was a gloomy day. We didn't see the sun once but at least it was rain and not snow. I got the Bible Study posted to St. Mark's website. I visited and left comments on the blogs that visited me yesterday. My sister Chris called. That is a very rare occurance. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Me and Mom

Today's Link
The View from this End

Today's Saying
A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after. ~Peter De Vries

Today's Picture
Mom and one of those babies

Last week when I put the newspaper clipping about my mother on this blog somebody left a comment saying she was an angel.
I suppose she was. Someday I will write about all of what she went through but not today.
Today I want to look at my mother’s act of taking in children as it was seen by my sister and I at the time. It is strange how what one person sees as the act of an angel can be seen as something entirely different by others.
I thought it was crazy and unfair.
I was old enough to baby-sit so three or four nights a week my mom and dad left Dawn and I with the babies and drove downtown to play canasta with my Aunt Viola. I really hated that, it was so unfair.
I wanted to be outside climbing trees or playing in my tree house.
I wanted to be down at the neighbor’s playing with his American Flyer train.
I wanted to be playing cowboys and Indians with the neighbor kids.
I did not want to be taking care of up to four squalling babies.
I really didn’t.
They needed to have diapers changed, formula heated, and to be rocked.
I really hated it.
But she who must be obeyed because she pulled hair said to do it, so I did.
When the Agency asked her to take four babies instead of two because of the shortage of foster parents she didn’t hesitate.
Being a legalist I pointed out that she was only licensed for two .
She ignored me. She was an angelic law breaker.
It never occurred to me she need some time for her. Time to just play cards. Time to not think and not worry.
Being a kid I was concerned about me.
In all honesty those years were good for me. I came into marriage with an ability to change diapers. How many men can say that?
But right after our first baby came ma showed up to give us a hand and make sure we got it right.
Looking back I marvel at all she did.
From this side she looks really special.
But as a kid things looked different.
But we do learn don’t we.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
There seems to have been a break in at the museum last night. Nothing was stolen but things were moved around. This week’s volunteer says that she is sure the white rabbit was facing the door as usual when she locked up last night but this morning it was facing the back wall. In the Grengicoff Room all the driblets were spread over the reading table as if somebody had been reading them. In the children’s room the old model train was running and it hadn’t run in years. They thought the motor was burned out. So it certainly looks like somebody was there but the door was locked and the alarms never went off.
It could, of course , be the museum ghosts but why are they acting up now? Eino says there has to be some rational explanation. They just haven’t found it yet.
Tammy and Tommy UK intend to stop in after school and see if they can see something that the others have missed.
The museum now has an antique model train that runs and that’s good news. It was easy enough to put the driblets back and turn the white rabbit around. So no harm was done.
But it is a mystery.

Wrap Up
Another great day. I put the church bulletin on the website. It took longer than it should have. For those who asked I think I was twelve and they were only gone for an hour and a half. My Son Peter and family stopped here on the way to Madison and we went out for lunch. My sister Dawn called.I visited all the blogs that left comments yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

For God So Loved

Today's Link
Tamela's Place

Today's Saying

John 3:19This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil.

Today's Picture
Its Back

Today is celebrated as the 4th Sunday of Lent in the Liturgical Churches. The gospel in the churches following the common lectionary is John 3:14-21.
The other night I was watching some crime show and it made me think of this verse. The criminals had taken several leading citizens hostage and were offering to free them if the bank manager brought them a very large ransom. The police told him not to do it. It was too dangerous. The men couldn’t be trusted. But the bank manager wanted to save them. So he slipped away from his police guard and took the money to an old warehouse. It was really dark inside and you just knew something bad was going to happen. Sure enough they shot him and took the money. He knew he might die but he wanted to save the hostages so he went anyway.
That’s the way I see God’s action at Calvary.
God did not want Jesus to die.
God did not need a sacrifice .
God just wanted to let us know we were loved.
He wanted to save us from the darkness.
But God knew what we were like.
He knew that mankind preferred darkness to light.
He saw they would probably turn on him and try to put out the light.
But he came anyway.
That’s what I see when I hear the words “ God so loved the world”.
I see the God who knowing what we were like came to save us anyway.
I know that’s a horribly simplistic Christology.
I have read many that were much better.
But I keep seeing the God who comes into our darkness to save us.
Some saw the light before He died. They began to learn to walk in it.
When He was lifted up on the cross others began to come to the light.
It’s a wonderful thing the light of Christ.
It lets you see the obstacles in your path and you can go around them.
It lets you see people in a different way so you can love the unlovable.
In the light there is great joy and peace.
I have no desire to go back into my personal darkness.
I know there are still those who prefer the darkness, their darkness.
But God came to save them too.
That’s just the way I see it.
You can come and walk with me in this light or not.
The choice is always yours.
But I know that God so loved the world that He came into the darkness to bring the light.

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 was too sick this morning to preach or lead the service. This pregnancy is causing her some problems. She called Herman and he said he would be glad to fill in. It’s a good job he is going to Lay School and has gotten some training in preaching and leading the service. Upper Michigan is very short on supply preachers.
Pastor Joan doesn’t want to be in the pulpit and heave all over the front row. Of course, because Last Lutheran is Lutheran there probably won’t be anybody sitting there. She hopes this part of her pregnancy will pass quickly.
Tammy and Tommy UK have made up and sat together in the balcony this morning. They are both in Confirmation so they are supposed to take notes on Herman’s sermon.
Herman talked about the God who finds us. God isn’t lost so we can’t find God. Herman said whenever God’s searchlight hit his life he would crawl into the darkness of a bottle of booze of one kind or another. He was pretty good at hiding. But then one day the light got so bright he couldn’t hide any more and he made a fantastic discovery. God loved him. God wasn’t looking to punish him. God wanted him to know the joy of walking in the light. Now everyday he is learning a little more of that wonder. He is sorry he hid for so long.

Wrap UP
For a fuller and far better Christology read Alastair' s lecture HERE . I had a great day. We went to Church. I took pictures. I talked to people. People at St. Mark's are so kind and so caring they put up with an old man like me.Pastor had two good sermons today. The children's sermon and the one for us older people. After church we went out to lunch. Then I spent the rest of the day working on getting everything put together for St. Mark's website. Then I visited all the blogs that left comments yesterday and left a comment on the one's that had new entries. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Raven's Challenge 55

Today's Link
Slouching Past 40

Today's Saying
A great many people think that polysyllables are a sign of intelligence. ~Barbara Walters

Today's Picture
The Snow is really going!

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle

This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: humanity, shadow, ricochet, wrong, pluralism, mathematics, personhood, printing press, ink spot, choral society
Mini Challenge: kingdom, take names, best seller, three times, inner demons

The Mega Challenge Expressed in the
Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 his teeth gleaming from his visit with the dentist and with a smile that would make a choral society member proud was on his way to the “ Mathematics Kingdom” in Philadelphia. This center where the greatest mathematical minds of our time were working had come under a dark shadow. Three times the group had received threatening letters telling them that if they didn’t stop the current project they would all be destroyed.
The Agency's mathematical expert had spent all morning trying to explain to Agent 012 the nature of the current project which had to do with relating personhood in humanity to obscure mathematical formulas. Agent 012 didn’t understand a word of the explanation. Math had never been his strong point and his wife kept the check book because he always got the totals wrong. But Agent 012 did understand threats and the inner demons of the people who make them. He had studied at great length the best sellerPluralism of Threat Motivation” and could almost recite some pages from memory.
When he arrived at the center he knew his first job was to take names. He needed to know everyone who was openly critical of the center, the names of all the people the center had fired recently, and anyone that any individual was fighting with. It was a very long list.
As Agent 012 headed for the main office to read the original threatening letters the printing press suddenly exploded. Ink and parts of the press flew in every direction. A big red spot appeared on Agent 012’s shirt . Either he had been hit by some ricochet ink and had a big ink spot or he was hit by a piece of the press and the big red spot was blood.
This was not going to be his day.

The Ten Word Challenge-A Spot of Philosophy

The great philosopher Iam Broody looked at the ink spot left by the leaky printing press and thought that the meaning of all humanity and personhood was somehow caught up in that single spot. Others might look for eternal truth in mathematics or in the works of the choral society but he knew the truth was in the ink spot. He could not be wrong. The present pluralism of philosophic panderings made it seem as if their ideas were equal to his but they could not be. Occasionally their work cast a shadow over his as ideas ricocheted in every direction. He hated that. Ink spots and ink spots alone were where it’s at. This has been true since Rorschach. stumbled on the fact. He just needed people to listen.

The Mini Challenge as a very sad Quivel
In the Drunk Tank

Take names she said in a very loud voice
Three Times leaving us no choice
This bacchante; who faced the dawn
As inner demons drove her on
Queachy the land she stood upon
With her kingdom almost gone
No best seller now she sought
Like a jibber sorely caught.

The Mega Challenge as a Sentence

Three times Paula Personhood inventor of the ink spot printing press and writer of the best seller Understanding the Mathematics of Ricochet Wrong had pushed aside the shadow of her inner demons to serve humanity and the choral society by bringing pluralism to the kingdom but she had to say no when asked to take names of opposition leaders.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
It is Saturday and time to look back over the week in Pigeon Falls.
Tuesday– Last Lutheran Church received the gift of an old but usable printing press and Pastor Joan had them put it in her office. She wanted to print out the bulletin for the choral society program which was being held at the church. She wanted to give the bulletins an extra touch of class with shadows in the printing. What she didn’t expect was the amount of ink the machine threw as it ran making ink spots all over the office. Now she had beautiful bulletins and a hitonious office . It was so wrong. One big blob had ricocheted and hit her in the face and she couldn’t get the ink off. Not that having a green spotted face was a threat to her personhood but it did do damage to her self image. She felt she should have stayed with the copy machine.
Wednesday –Bob Mattson’s son was home from college and spent the week complaining. He just didn’t see why students enrolled in the humanity curriculum had to take basic mathematics. He had his own inner demons when it came to math. He had never liked it. He did like, however, the course on “ Pluralism in the Twentieth Century”. Three times his father tried to change the subject then sent him out to clean out the pig pen.
Thursday– Tommy TW was informed that his latest book was now a best seller. He was so happy he told Nancy that when she was at the Coffee Shop she should take names of anybody that wanted a signed copy and he would give them a free one. He has begun work on his next book “ Murder in the Kingdom of the Pigs”
Friday– One of the patrons of the Fly Inn swears he saw a shadow moving along the main street from the museum but there was no one there to cast it. It was , he said, really weird. Nobody is paying any attention because he had a lot to drink but he says the sight sobered him up.

Wrap UP
The dragons have posted a wall of Wordzzle award winners as they prepare for today's crop. It can be seen HERE. And now the winner of today's award is printed HERE. Our congratulations go to the winner.
I had a busy day. I posted my own wordzzles. I read all eleven wordzzle entries. I so enjoy doing that but afterwards I feel so inferior. These are really creative people. I just love Phrog and the book Richard is writing. I look forward every week to the next chapter by both of them. Then there is all that creative story telling . I just love them all.
I also visited the blogs of everybody who left a comment yesterday and where the entries were new to me I left a comment. My sister called and we talked a bit about story telling. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Friday, March 20, 2009

The Ultimate Quivel

Today's Link
Like Kate Moss But Not

Today's Saying
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
~Carl Sandburg

Today's Picture
Some of Mom's "babies"
Here is a quivel using next week's Quilly words. It is full of deep thoughts . It brings quivel to the very height of its possibilities. The best part is thanks to Jientge anyone can produce quivel of this quality. Directions at end of the quivel.

Drop Dead Gorgeous

The loudest bacchante who was
After all it is those
the parrots begin to jabber.
Everyone is as God has
by ideas that people live
Jibber jabber of little mice
I daresay one profits more
powers along lines of excellence.
The brain is
less nurturing than a desert.
walk alone on queachy sand
There's always one who
not its place
irritating details of outer life.
When the eagles are silent

And now the directions
Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the title of your poem.

Next take and write three sentences of three or five words each using one of Quilly’s words for the day. These are your first, sixth, and eleventh lines

Go to "Random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
1) Select the first three or five words of the very first quote of the page for the second line of your poem.

2) Then the last three or five words of the next quote of the page is the third line of your poem.

3) Select the first three or five words of the third quote of the page for the fourth line, and then alternate as above until you’ve made it to the last quote…inserting the Quilly lines in the proper places.

Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Fifth picture, no matter what it is, will be your poem image. This part is optional.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
The mystery deepens as last night the White Rabbit was returned to its proper place. The door again was locked. In fact a new lock had been put on and only the person coming on duty this morning and the director had a key. Again the alarm didn’t go off. But here is the white Rabbit. It looks a bit cleaner than before it vanished. It seems to work more smoothly and wink more realistically but it certainly hasn’t been hurt. So where has it been for a day? How did it get taken out and put back with all the doors locked? It is all so strange.
In addition to the constable ,who got his training by watching CSI , Tommy UK and the Tommy Club are also investigating the incident. The White Rabbit has been wiped clean of fingerprints and nothing seems to have been left by the perpetrator either night. But Tommy UK is sure there has to be some clue and all they have to do is find it.

Wrap UP
Great day. The last of the snow is going. Betty took Maggie for a walk. I visited all of yesterday's blogs that left comments and a few others. Breathing was good. No bids on my trains at this point. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Oelf's Allergy-A Quilly Story

Today's Link
In the Gutter

Today's Saying
Madness is rare in individuals - but in groups, political parties, nations, and eras it's the rule. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

Today's Picture
Click on picture to learn about Dr. John's Mother
It is time for a Quilly Story using Quilly’s three words for the day which are :sternutation; zoilist; anopisthograph ( click on the words for a definition)

It was sternutation after sternutation after sternutation. If Olef didn’t stop sneezing now he would never finish the beautiful parchment anopisthograph he was working on. To make matters worse, his boss, a zoilist if ever there was one, wanted it done by noon.
He had already taken three of the pills his Doctor had prescribed. The one’s that said “ don’t take five hours before driving heavy machinery”. They really went much help in working on fine parchment anopisthographs either. All of the letters seemed to spin around on the page. They certainly hadn’t stopped his constant sternutation .
He only sneezed here in the office. What ever he was allergic to had to be here. But what? The parchment? The special pencils? He hoped not he had to make a living after all.
Then , like a miracle, the sneezing stopped. He was able to continue his work on the parchment anopisthograph . It was going to be his best work ever.
That’s when the old zoilist himself appeared. “ Is that the best you can do for the exorbitant salary I pay you.” he said.
Olef ‘s sternutation almost blew the door off of the office but now he knew what caused his allergy..

And of course a little quivel for the poetic zoilists.

The anopisthograph lied
In the writing on one side
So the little girl cried
On it she had relied

He picked he picked he picked at you
The zoilist who made you blue.
With him I hope your through.
And we’ll be a happy crew.

The sternutation left its mark
Upon the window now so dark
In the car where he did park
To watch the little singing lark.

My sternutation flew across the room
Sounding like a sonic boom.
My friend the zoilist said take a pill
I said someday soon I will
But first the doctor’s anopisthograph I needed
I’d get that when my cries were heeded.

With Writing
always anopisthograph
Spring Comes

Goo Goo Goo
Big cone


News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
The constable was called to the museum this morning. It seems somebody stole the mechanical white rabbit during the night. It’s gone , vanished. It certainly couldn’t leave on its own so it had to be stolen. There were , however, no signs of a break in. The door was still locked , all the windows secure, and the alarm system in place and operative. But it’s gone.
No longer will it greet people coming into the museum with a wink and a wave. Children will no longer be able to climb on it. Museum workers won’t be able to tell the White Rabbit story, the truth with just a few embellishments. Now there is a big empty space where the White Rabbit was.
The constable plans on questioning both Mrs. Trumble and Tommy UK given their previous relationship to the mechanical being. But he doesn’t think they did it. So he is also gathering a list of everybody that has a key to the museum and who knows the alarm codes.
Somebody suggested that the ghost piano player got tired of the noise the white rabbit made when it winked and waved and he vaporized it.
The investigation is ongoing.
Somebody finally saw that poor man on the roof of the Masonic building and arranged to gt him down. Boy when he gets back to his ghost hunters group will he have a story to tell. Not that anybody will believe him. Would you believe somebody who said that he was dumped on the roof of a building by an invisible poltergeist? No! you’d check his bar bill.
Wrap UP
The dragons have written five Quilly stories one for each dragon. They can be seen here. Started the morning by visiting blogs listed as having Quilly's words in a story. Just a great group of blogs.I started looking ahead to upcoming blogs. Did some more research on blogs to become "today's link". I listed three engines on e-Bay. Then I visited every blog that left a comment yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Both of Us and a Gypsy

Today's Link
Frozen Moments

Today's Saying
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. ~Doug Larson

Today's Picture
A Sign of Spring at Last

A Picture Story from Jeff's Portrait of Words

Betty and I wrote this together. I wrote a line and then she wrote a line. The rules prevented us from telling each other what story we had in mind. To be honest with you we were lucky we got the poor girl to the dentist but we are still talking.

Sandra had to go to the dentist whether she liked it or not but she really hoped the penguin wouldn't come as well. It could cause her to get teeth worked on that were in perfect shape by influencing the Doctor. The very thought filled her with as much fear as the bus ride downtown.

Nevertheless she got on the 012 bus and then she found that a young man on the bus disturbed her. He had the look of a tough teen and wore a silly hat and , of all things, a necklace. The seats were occupied and the only available one was next to that strange young man, so she sat with her arms folded keeping herself as far away from him as possible. But she couldn't help looking at him and suddenly on the back of his seat was her penguin and a miniature lama. Her expression of shock made the young man look at her with a question on his face, and then to turn around to see what she was looking at.
" You can see my lama", he said.
"Yes, but are you able to see my penguin?" she asked.
"Of course" he said."They seem to be getting along"
His strangeness now was disappearing with the shared experience of seeing things, and she felt she could talk to him. She was wondering if he was cursed by a gypsy or perhaps, he was a gypsy.
"I am wondering if you find the lama a help or hinderance in your occupation , which is?" she asked.
" Lady you sure are nosy. I didn't ask you about your penguin. did I?"
With that retort she sat silently waiting for her stop.
At the stop which was in front of Bristol Bob's Beautiful Bowlatorium he followed her out of the bus. Sandy paused catching her breath, before she had to climb the steps to her dentist office above the bowling alley. " Are you following me" she said to the young man.
"No I am following the llama and a penguin. Your penguin has a bucket of rusty screws and I'm afraid he will dump them somewhere he shouldn't. Your not paying any attention to him."
"What makes you think I have any control over the penguin?"
He looked at her with a strange smile and said " I thought you were a gypsy but your one of the cursed aren't you."
"I am one of the cursed, but are you a gypsy?"
"Of course! But I thought you knew that because you could see the lama", he said.
" I need to get to my dentist, but I would like to talk to you more about llamas and penguins," she said as she began the climb to the dreaded dentist.
She looked back only long enough to see the penguin dumping the screws on his head while the lama tried to push it aside. Then she sprinted up the stairs.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
It looks like things are really back to normal.
Last night there was a heavy frost and most of the flowers that bloomed last week just withered away. Tonight it is supposed to snow and snow heavy.
Last night only two of the three dragons flew over and they did no fancy stunts.
The DNR man caught two of the Mattson boys dragging a recently shot deer out of the woods and they now have a court date.
There was a fight over at the museum between two of the ghost groupies. There were six that came in the party and they only had five tickets for the concert. Four went in and left the other two to fight over the remaining ticket and fight they did. Mrs. Moilanen who was in charge that morning finally hit them with a broom and swept them both out. You don’t tangle with Mrs. Moilanen.
One of the tourists got pushy over at Nancy’s and soon found himself sitting on the roof of the Masonic building. The poltergeist had struck again.
Tammy and Tommy UK despite all the promises made last week got into an argument over the best way to find out about the man in black and they are no longer talking to each other.
People are unhappy that they have to pay property taxes to the town after Mrs. Trumble gave the town all that money.
Yep! Life is back to normal.

Wrap UP
Better breathing day. The snow is melting. Yes it is melting. I visited all the blogs that left a comment yesterday and left comments on any entry I hadn't already commented on. Then I visited blogs to be used as a " Today's Link". Found a charge on the credit statement from some club I didn't know I joined. I called and canceled that. We met with the roofer who told us prices are up about 10% over last years estimate. Betty and I went to Church. The fellowship and the service were very good. Now I need a breathing treatment.