Red Sox Win!!

I admit it’s been a few years since I watched an entire baseball game, but I very much enjoyed this one. Red Sox pitchers were awesome. The slow motion showing them as they threw the ball was painful to see, made me wince, but I had to chuckle at the pre-throw poses of some pitchers. It reminded me of the Karate Kid!

Friday in LA for the next game, a lot warmer for everyone, supposed to be about 86 degrees F. We’ll be watching the rest of the series, rooting for the Red Sox. Jesse will be interviewed by ABC world news on Friday evening. I’m sure we’ll have to deal with our 15 year old’s “big head” for a few days!

Go Red Sox!!

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The Haunted Wordsmith 3TC

(greenhouse, corpse, murder)

She closed her book and decided to take a walk around the resort property. The gardens were quite beautiful and she dabbled in gardening herself. The resort was owned by the matriarch of a well established family in the New England area. Most of the buildings were well preserved and the newer guest facilities had the face of history but the inside was modernly equipped.

Joan was visiting the resort as a reward of achievement from her corporation. She had looked forward to the vacation and rest. The history of the grounds was fascinating to her and she picked up some local pamphlets about the area. The autumn trees were spectacular and walking through the gardens that were still in bloom was a treat.

One of the stories in the pamphlets intrigued Joan, but asking about the details seemed to be difficult as the subject was changed in every attempt. Joan’s curiosity grew and having rested herself to boredom, she decided to investigate the story herself.

Visiting the local library, Joan found old copies of newspaper articles about the mysterious disappearance of a man who supposedly committed a murder on the property. The whole story seemed like a Jessica Fletcher television show, but Joan was not deterred. The victim was the matriarch’s husband and he was killed about ten years ago. The details of the murder itself were sketchy, almost as if no actual definitive reports were written.

That evening Joan decided to walk around the gardens again and entered the greenhouse. The usual autumn plants were displayed but in the back there were mostly dried flowers of the season. Behind these plants was an unusual site. A large soil filled container with dead looking purple roses growing. Growing, even though the rose season was over. The blooms were dead, but the stems were still green, and the soil was arranged in the shape of a body. An odd sight to be sure, Joan thought as she peered closer.

It seems the unusual display was created when the corpse of the missing murderer was buried there, right in plain sight, in the greenhouse. Apparently no one wanted to investigate further to find it. Joan took a few shots of the display with her phone and walked back to her room. The next day Joan took a bus to the sheriff in town. She told the story of her discovery and asked if he had seen it. The policemen acted nonchalant and then Joan got out her cell phone to show them the photos. The sheriff took the phone and handed it back, saying the pictures of the gardens were great but nothing unusual.

Joan looked at the phone and indeed, no photos of the purple rose display were there. Embarrassed, Joan left their office and went back to the resort. That evening she went into the greenhouse again. The spectacle she saw the night before was gone. She returned to her room and read the information she acquired in the library. That’s when she realized the dilemma. The tenth anniversary date of the murder was the night before.

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World Series is on at 5:30 pm MST

I guess we should have known at this age, what Jesse was capable of. He was the lead role in this play waaaay back when. Those glasses and the bow tie kill me, but of course I am a grandparent and proud.

Actually winning the Jackie Robinson contest this year was a great honor, but flying from Denver to Boston was Jesse’s second plane ride–he doesn’t remember his first one of course, when he was adopted from Korea as an infant. This was the look on Jesse and his dad’s face when they were picked up by a limousine by MLB.

It has been their mode of transportation in this three day trip. This is the gear they were given, Jesse’s shirt has Jackie’s number 42.

More pics coming as I want to share this lifetime event for our family.

They will be on ABC World News Friday night and tonight’s game. Just when you think you need a boost, you get a great one like this. We are happy!

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MLMM Bonus Wordle- F

The flight attendant looked one last time in the mirror, adjusting her uniform to make sure her femininity was on display. She didn’t want to open the floodgates of the masculine passengers whenever she chose to flutter her eyelashes or flaunt her lovely flesh, but she did want to impress.She didn’t think of it as flirting or “coming on” to them, she just wanted to be regarded as beautiful. It was not really Marie’s fault, being naive. Marie regarded her beauty as her single asset. She went about it the wrong way, and ended up being misinterpreted.

Marie always wanted to work in the fashion world. To complete these dreams, she chose her present job to make influential contacts, foreshadowing her desired future. Thus the forfeit of the stewardess job in order to meet these people. As a result of her misguided efforts to impress, Marie’s fruitless attempts to be taken seriously resulted in flibbertigibbets in the crew to fairly froth at the mouth with ridicule.

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The Secret Keeper #164 – A Tragedy

He was not the artist he wanted to be. He had the obsession to act from an early age and now at twenty five, he found himself disappointing. He had turned to the theater for solace from his family life. After a few small successes, he started to think he would actually make acting a lifetime career. He lived a dream through scripted characters to shut out past memories, always being someone else with their hopes and dreams.

Joseph was mildly depressed when he started out on this venture, hoping to solve his inner problems. The deeper roles hindered his success of being free, as constant painful recollections invaded his mind. Instead of being assuaged by turning into someone else, it exacerbated his own truth.

Leaving the theater rehearsal that afternoon, Joseph was excited but also mesmerized by his latest role – Hamlet – that he failed to hear the taxi’s horn and was killed instantly.

Weekly Writing Challenge #164

Word of the Day: Spectre

Adjusting her pillow one more time, hoping it was the last, Mary closed her eyes, again. Even the blinds would not hold back the parking lot glow. All electrics off and she told herself she was tired enough to sleep.

Sleep was something Mary took as a relief from the day but achieving enough of a relaxed state to sleep was difficult–every night.

Snuggling further under the covers, her soft blanket tucked around her shoulders, Mary tried to let her mind drift into sleep. She practiced what a doctor advised her, to relax parts of her body one by one. She started at her toes.

It was about the time she reached her knees that she heard it. She uncovered her ears from the blanket to listen again. There was a sliding, or scraping noise, definitely. She uncovered the upper part of her body and listened again. The scraping sound made her relive the horror movie she watched earlier. Was it the grim reaper? As she heard the scraping, she shivered. What is that? Another frightened shiver.

Mary sat up and reached for her sweater. She walked to the window and peering out, she saw it. Even in the darkened lot, the spectre was visible.

It was silently snowing and her apartment neighbor was cleaning off his car getting ready to leave for work.

Spectre – Word of the Day Challenge

Putting My Feet in the Dirt 23

Stirring, stirring

This god awful brew

The cauldron old

The recipe new

Since I made the commitment

It’ll have to do

Witches are busy this time of year

So I said I’d be happy to cook it right here

That was a mistake as I can see now

Even the cats are starting to yowl

The mixture’s too thick, getting hard to stir

I should have used hogs’ breath instead of myrrh

Finally, its now a feast for the eyes

“Green and perfect”, my curdling cries

The witch coven will think I’m neat.

As I serve them this Halloween treat.

October Writing Prompts