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FFftPP – Dreams
The first thing that came to mind….it was “the top of the heap” reference. Sorry no story.
The Haunted Wordsmith DWC and 3TC – Trust Me
“I know the holiday colors don’t match, but look at the freshness dates! They’re only four months past, and you know how sugar preserves. It’ll be okay, trust me.”
(“Trust me”, the worst phrase in human history, disproved in every serious situation from presidential palaces to encounters on the street to corporate meetings, courtrooms, and physicians’ offices. I challenge you to disagree. It was this possibly sincere utterance that entered the lives of two young boys on Easter, 1972.)
“Sounds pretty spooky to me, Jack.”
Joe had saved most of his Halloween candy to last till the end of the year. It was the only time his parents allowed such indulgence, both being dentists. They worked hard to keep all sugary substances out of their home and knew most other parents did not. Their efforts helped but when Joe was out of the home, he ate and drank whatever he liked.
Jack was a schemer, future conman, and was always looking for an angle on any situation that would gain a profit. Such “business” sense in a twelve year old was rare. His latest endeavor was planned when he realized Joe had a big hidden stash of Halloween candy. He decided they could wrap the larger pieces with pastel foil and sell them as Easter candy.
Jack had built up quite a large clientele for his dealings as a procurer of things desired by his classmates, but usually forbidden by their parents. He scoured trash bins, knew the best places behind risqué retail establishments to find magazines–a big seller, and cigarette boxes that might have an unsmoked or viable partial item. He drew the line at anything alcoholic since there were rules, even in his twelve year old mind, but most everything else was fair game.
The scheme turned out to be a lot more work than Jack planned. First, coloring the silver foil in light colors to resemble other Easter candy turned out to be a mash of magic markers that didn’t look like the prepackaged items at all. Nevertheless, his eager clients were disinterested in the outside, only wanting the delicious discounted treats within. Lunch money was often spent on Jack’s wares.
The outcome of the boys endeavor was unexpected. An after lunch break at school found kids who had spent their food money on Jack’s candy, vomiting all over the playground. Most had to go home for the rest of the day. The principal freaked out thinking some epidemic was occurring and dismissed classes for all.
Meanwhile Jack and Joe had coin filled pockets and an afternoon off from school. Life was grand.
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https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/10/17/daily-writing-challenge-17/
Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #223
Rise to the moment
Complete your goals, grow, flower
Later, blooms will fall
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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #223 Rise&Fall
MLMM Photo Challenge – Frozen
Surrounded by your love
Warm and soft, ever giving
Relying on your protection
Everlasting love
Then why, why my love, the change?
What did I do to upset the perfect
Change the way you felt
Was it me?
Without your touch I only feel the
Cold.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/10/16/photo-challenge-234/
FOWC: Prompt and Word of the Day: Exploring
My sister belongs to an ancestry site and keeps me up to date on the latest discovery. I watch Vikings on the History channel and when we found out we were related to Rollo and Ragnar, not even telling you about Longshanks–well our exploring explains a lot about some of our sometimes volatile personalities. Yes, I’ll take that excuse–my ancestors made me do it. Being a redhead wasn’t the only thing to blame, but it was.
Receiving an email today with the latest report delving into our past, my sister was prompted to send me the latest: our 7th great grandmother was accused of being a witch in, you’ve got it, Salem, Massachusetts, in 1683, convicted and jailed. She died in prison waiting to be executed. Family history can either bring you up or take you down.
What does that say about me, as a woman today? I prefer to think I’ve inherited strength, determination, and the ability to withstand whatever is put in front of me, and no, I do not back down. Whether that is good or bad, I guess the persons around me would have to tell you. Everyone has different personality traits. I want to be the best of mine and try to downplay some unpleasant ones. I sent the email on to my kids with the heading “Now you know”. After all, a sense of humor helps in all things.
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 16 and 17
It was the event of the year, fit for man or beast
Everyone’s invited to the Frankenstein feast
The main event was the meal itself
But the costume contest judged by the elf
Outdid the food by leaps and bounds
And Spastic and Spoopy were after the crown
The elf was snooty and quick to judge
Took one look and never budged
The crowd even booed, but couldn’t convince
And change his usual choice, the mouse dressed as a prince
The mouse seemed to win every year
Whether dressed as a cat or maybe a bear
Spastic and Spoopy were new, tried to fit in
Thought their Tweedle dee and dum outfit would win
The boys were Siamese twins you see
And the costume fit them perfectly
Alas the winner was again the mouse
Discouraged boys walked back to their house.
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The Haunted Wordsmith FTS
Rudolph. Rudolph the rude she secretly named him two years ago. She first met Rudolph during intermission in the lobby of this same opera house. He came on strong and the champagne cocktail encouraged her to flirt probably a little too much. She was instantly enamored by his boyish charm and definite interest. They joined each other after the performance and went to a cafe for a late dinner and live music.
Possibly it was all of it at once, or the way he held her close as they danced that made her fall so quickly. They spent the next two weeks barely able to leave each other for a few minutes, but then her vacation ended and she was immersed in her job once again.
Lana put her whole self into any endeavor, but as she sat reading manuscripts, her mind wandered to the vision of Rudolph. Lana was wondering if she would ever see him again. They promised of course, as passionate lovers always do, but she had been home for a week with no word. Her attempts to contact him came back unanswered.
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I’m challenging Richmond Road – theworldofbrutus.com for part 3.
Baking beans
Chilly but sunny, snow melting off and warmer temps expected. Turned my heat on this morning. Having hot perfect peach” tea and baking beans.
I soaked white beans overnight with a tsp of baking soda and this morning I’m boiling them for about 30 minutes to soften them more. I use a half onion, S and P, and a couple of pieces of bacon. When they’re done I’ll put them in a Pammed casserole dish, not drained and add more bacon, molasses, maple syrup, and mustard. Bake till done in a slow oven.
This is a recipe from another old Vermont cookbook that has my banana bread recipe.
I love beans of any kind. I grew up with mostly this type of baked beans. No matter what you add or leave out, doesn’t matter, your choice. I like to put a little cider vinegar on mine.
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