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Zenishness...

Mushy Made Me Cry. Again.

This time, he did this:

Recommended Read - Silver
Thanks, Mushy!

I’m to award it as well, to two bloggers I think deserve the honour. I want one to go to OldGuy, of OldGuy’s Treehouse. He’s a great “tale-spinner”.

The other goes to Suzi, of What It Shwas – because she’s nuts, and proud to be so, and that makes for fun reading every time she posts.

You should go read them. And they should put the above award on their blogs, yes? Yes.

Random Song for the Day: “Ancient Walls of Flowers” – Marcy Playground

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Writing

It’s Here, It’s Here, It’s Here, It’s Here, It’s Here!

THIS, I mean.

So, now I must go strain my ears once again for that elusive Audible Click, in order to validate the purchase. Screw school for tonight. I’m a writer, dammit.

Random Song for the Day: “Sleep, Don’t Weep” – Damien Rice)

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Blog-Family Little Bits of Stupid

Retribution, At Last…

David McMahon wants to know:


“What would you like to say to the girlfriend or boyfriend who first dumped you?”

After much soul-searching and heart-delving back into the summer of 1976, I believe I would say:

“You owe me half a strawberry soda.”

Random Song for the Day: “Java” – Al Hirt

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The Landlady

But Nowadays, You Get 3 Quarts for a Twenty…

Blueberries Taken August 24, 2014 with Canon Powershoot SX30 IS
Blueberries

Taken August 24, 2014 with Canon Powershoot SX30 IS

Blueberries, that is. Yep. My fridge is now home to a 3-quart basket of blueberries that I bought for 20 bucks. That is not a complaint in any form, either, even after Ruby’s latest foray into yesteryear, shortly to follow. 3-quarts of blueberries that I didn’t have to pick, clean (well, rinse, maybe, but a single stem on nary a berry can I see), or get sunstroke for. These ones were picked by Ruby’s granddaughter for 5 bucks cheaper than the stranger-picked ones at the grocery. I’m happy. Ky will be purple in a day or two.

Anyhoo… Ruby said tonight:

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The Landlady

82 Years Ago This Summer…

In 1925, Ruby’s mother took her to the Bruce Mines Fair for the first time. As far as I know, there still is a Bruce Mines Fair, but I don’t imagine it’s near as interesting now as the way Ruby describes it. Maybe I should just let her tell it – she’s a much better story-teller.

The fair lasted for three days, and people would be getting ready for next year about the time this year was finishing up. They had a prize for everything. You could bring all your livestock to be judged, and your preserves, and pies, and quilts. My mother always won first prize for hooked mats, every single year, but she put in all kinds of other things, too; flowers, and canning, and vegetables. Especially carrots; all her carrots had to be exactly the same size. She’d line them all up on the kitchen table and grumble over them.

People would get excited over the fair like you wouldn’t believe. Even the kids had events, like the three-legged race and the potato-sack, but they had other contests for them, too, like “Best Dog” or “Best Cat” and they’d all bring their pets. It’s a wonder all the animals made it through the weekend.

The older girls would put needle-point in – I won once for a tea cloth. The big stores like Sears and Eaton’s would award trophies and such for the best entries, and one of them sent me a silver platter for that tea cloth – had my name engraved on it and everything – I was right proud of that. I wonder where that is now? I don’t remember….

Long pause….

Me, prodding: Did people sell things, too?

Oh, of course! You could sell anything you’d brought, which was why it was so important to win! The winners sold first, and made more money. But you couldn’t take a thing off those tables until all the entries had been judged, so at the very end of the last day, that’s when things got really crazy. All the people with blue ribbons would be puffed right up to twice their size, holding out for more money than people wanted to pay, and all the “losers” would just be trying to get rid of stuff so they didn’t have to drag it all back home again.

My mother spent the whole week before the fair walking on a razor blade, and us along with her, trying to get everything packed up and making sure not to forget anything important.

She took me to the fair for the first time when I was about a year old. That must have been a mess for her to deal with; all that stuff to organize and pack and making lists, all the while with me hanging off her hip. When we got there, she saw they’d set up a Ferris Wheel. She’d never been on a Ferris Wheel before, and that’s all she could think of, but she couldn’t get herself a ride because she had me with her.

She finally run into someone she knew and asked the lady if she’d watch me while she went on that Ferris Wheel. So whoever this woman was, she took me, anyway, and my mother finally got her ride. She thought that was the cat’s whiskers, being up that high and seeing everybody’s house for miles and miles around. She didn’t want to come down again.

When she did finally get off, she couldn’t find me anywhere, of course. There were crowds and crowds of people, and it was some time, probably a couple of hours, even, before she found the woman that had me. When she got me back, she noticed I had a blue ribbon pinned on my dress.

Wouldn’t you know that lady had entered me into the Most Beautiful Baby contest while my mother was on the Ferris Wheel. And didn’t I win?

Me, smart-ass-like: Did she get any decent bids on you?

Random Song for the Day: “Voice on Tape” – Jenny Owen Youngs

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Real Life Writing

The Best Parts of My Day

A $20 “used” swag lamp joined the family.

Delivered. Pristine condition. Me. Impressed and happy.

A great conversation took place.

A rare thing.




I discovered that one of my crap courses might be able to be “traded” for something I can actually use! Gasp!



and…

I’m “clicking”! I’m “clicking”!

…and the “worsest” parts of my day…? Hmmmm…. You know what?

🙂


There weren’t any.

Random Song for the Day: “Puttin’ on the Ritz” – Ella Fitzgerald

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Little Bits of Stupid

I Want

"Gratitude"
“Gratitude”

… the Order of Operations

… the News at Eleven

… Time-Management Made Easy

… the Audible “Click”

… Everything.

Not-So-Random Song for the Day: “I Want It All” – Queen

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Writer's Block Writing

The Audible “Click”

alicesawdI’m in a bit of an “Odd Spot”, so to speak.

So many good things have happened to me lately under the “What Do I Want to Be When I Grow Up” category. Now that it’s time to actually sit down and do the things I need to do to bring them to fruition, I have lapsed back into bad habits and only got so far as to do the sitting down part.

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Book Mentions Writing

Pins and Needles…

Guide to Literary Agents 2007 (Guide to Literary Agents)
It Shipped Today…

By air. Think happy thoughts, please, so as to circumvent any plane crashes that may delay my agent hunt. ‘Tis the season. Not Plane Crash Season, I mean Agent Hunting Season.

Random Song for the Day: “In the Summertime” – Mungo Jerry

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Real Life Writing

“Gooder and Gooder”

… as I overheard a small child say today. Laughed out loud, I did.

And Ruby laughed out loud yesterday, when I told her this joke. She then proceeded to tell me an even “blue-er” one, but I can’t remember it well enough to share, sorry. Ruby has a great laugh, and I’m hearing it more and more often over this past week. Perhaps my mood is infectious.

Wonderful things are going on. Ky gets her Cockburn Island vacation this year, after all. At first, it didn’t look like she could go, but there was a cancellation on the boat over for this weekend, so she gets to go now and she’s so excited I think she may pop.

I’ll be working on the final segment of “The Waitress” tonight and tomorrow. I’m still undecided as to whether or not to post it here, as the current plans for it may require a “non-published” past. It will be available, though, via email to a select few, if they want it (Poop-Tooth, this means you, Lurker-Man! 🙂 ).

I’ve applied for an “over-the-Internet” editing position that rather impressively dropped into my lap the other day. The money is so-so, but the working-in-the-buff option rather turns me on, so I’ll take it if it’s still available. No one else has offered that perk so far, and I really don’t mind paying for my own dentist if I can take my pants off at work.

Well, I’ve gone and run my bloggery battery down, and Ky’s on a hunt for her groovy-coolest polka-dotty shades that she cannot go to an isolated island of Sand-Trampers without, dammit!, so I must go help her locate them. I’d hate to have all 19 people over there laugh at my daughter. What kind of mother would that make me?!

Random Song for the Day: “Sleepy Maggie” – Ashley MacIsaac