Jake returned his attention to the flame. As soon as the forge’s gage reached about 2100 degrees and showed white/yellow, it would be ready. It wasn’t the first time he had made a weapon like this and he thought of the ancient ones who had to judge only by looks if the temperature was right. He had the talent and was often asked to make these blades and the truth was he enjoyed it. What the buyer did with the finished product was not Jake’s concern. He brought the blade out of the heat and placed into the water to cool and then shape. He could not help but smile, he was so proud .
It was minuscule protection against the cold of the sidewalk. Snow had punched its way through the previous springlike week and the temperatures returned to winter. As her body shivered and began to quake uncontrollably, she pulled the army green around her more tightly. The quilt was one of the last items she had left from her soldiering days; along with a wrinkled uniform jacket with a colorful row of medals, she wondered what it had all been for.
Z for – you guessed it, Zeus!Zeus is the Olympian god of the sky and the thunder, the king of all other gods and men, and, consequently, the chief figure in Greek mythology. The son of Cronus and Rhea, he is famous for his infidelity to his sister and wife, Hera. Athena, Apollo and Artemis, Hermes, Dionysus, Heracles, Helen of Troy, and the Muses are all children of his numerous erotic affairs. Hephaestus, Hebe, and Ares are his legitimate children.
His name comes from the Ancient Greek word bright and has a close connection with dies, which is the Latin word for “day” and has a very ancient history. He was respected as an all father who was chief of the gods and assigned roles to the others. Therefore, many mythologists believe that Zeus is one of the oldest Greek gods.
Zeus is portrayed with a scepter in one hand and a thunderbolt in the other – both symbols of his authority.
Young brother and sister hated school father, king of the castle raised no fools.
He wanted to shine a light on learning to read and his lazy children were in dire need of instruction and a jolt of reality instead of constantly playing in the nearby sea.
He printed a schedule on a teacher’s arm while the man took the pledge to “cause no harm— but teach the children” and he warned them too: everyone follows their father’s rule.
Of course a fantasy of mine would be able to walk again. I often use a pencil but it’s a mechanical one. The problem with those is the erasers🙄. I am tired because I can’t get comfortable at night. I have to sleep on my side so I have a hard time placing my arms so my hands don’t go to sleep. I make quick decisions unless it’s life threatening. I have natural curly red hair and use a comb and a brush often. (It’s very windy where I live😂) I have no idea, I have friends I’ve had since childhood, but it’s an individual thing. Good memory for most things, so far…I’m 76😳😂 Since I’m a cancer survivor, I find optimism is key and really, what is the alternative, being a sad sack? Never since I stopped being able to drive or walk. In CO I could use my scooter to go most anywhere and did but here in my new place, not possible. I’m surrounded by busy big highways.
I have to say this set of questions is quite a bummer Rory, but maybe it’s just my own answers? Thanks for the post.
I was in the vicinity of a good place, or so I thought. I did notice my “salads only” diet was showing some results and a full length mirror was a reminder and activated my resolve. Then came the diluvialfood banquet at my sister’s wedding. I proudly chose a few tidbits trying to keep myself on track and so far so good I thought. If it wasn’t for the chaser of tasting with gusto, every form of pasta provided, I could have worked off what I consumed when the dancing began. As it was, I had to think of it as a temporary setback.
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