Monthly Archives:July 2012

Talking to Angels

July 23rd, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 6 Comments »

A gasp. A long series of tones.

Only the granddaughter doesn’t cry. “She talked to angels, you know.”

“Jilly, don’t start that again. Gram was in a lot of pain.”

“No, Mom. She talked to angels. I think they talked to her, too.”

. . . . . . . .

Gram smiled, looked at Michael and said, “That’s my Jilly. Talk to her, won’t you? Give her strength?”

Michael cupped his hand over Jilly’s heart, nodding when the girl’s lips turned upwards.

He escorted Gram away, leaving the family in the light of Jilly’s new smile.

“Thanks, Gram. Guess it’s my turn to talk to angels now.”

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Lance challenged us this week with She Talks to Angels by Black Crowes.

I’d like to think that our spirit lives on in our families – the ability to talk to angels being one of those sweet rewards. Yeah, I know the theology is off, but there ya go.

One small – giant leap

July 20th, 2012 / Categories: trifecta, words / 9 Comments »

His mama would have enjoyed opening her baby shower presents and having cake with all of us, but he had other ideas.

Master G.K. could wait no longer to arrive.

Happy birthday, nephew!
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July 20, 1969: Neil Armstrong stepped on the moon and my nephew leapt out of his mama’s womb. Both were “earth” shaking events. Today he is a police captain in Texas.
🙂
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This weekend Trifecta’s editors honor the first steps of Neil Armstrong and asked us to write of some monumental leap. I’ve been talking all day about my nephew’s birth. What a great way to honor him while remembering that great day for “all mankind.”

Drifting Away

July 19th, 2012 / Categories: haiku, poetry, words / 2 Comments »

Friday Haiku with Lou as I go off to slumber
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Sun slowly slides down
Weary workers rest now, too
Another day done

Goodnight my day friends
Welcome sleep time companions
Sweet dreams or nightmares?


Rebel

July 17th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, Moosin Around, Velvet Verbosity, words / 5 Comments »

Her hands shook as she entered the office.

“If they come for me, will you post bail?” This, half in jest, to her boss.

“Why? What’d you do?”

“I broke through the lines down the street. Drove right between the pylons. I needed to get back to work and didn’t want to wait as they stopped EVERY car to see if they could charge them to park. I didn’t stop to be waved through. I just drove between the pylons and came on in. You’ll post bail, right?”

“You rebel! I’ve never known you to defy authority. Good for you!”

Why, yes. There ARE people up to their armpits in the water. I tell you, craziness. Click for larger view

The above happened just today. The craziness that is Personal Use Dip net Red Salmon fishery is in full swing. I work on a road that leads to the beach . . . there is a ton of traffic. And, the city wants its cut of the fund-age. They have set up a pylon system to lead vehicles into a parking area, stopping them to charge them. This backs up traffic extensively. I grew weary of waiting, knowing I was just going a short distance down the road – so I broke through and escaped by driving between two of the pylons.

Good thing I was in Hubby moose’s rig. Heh.

And, it fits in so well with VV’s weekly prompt – REBEL. Totally tossed out the other piece I was writing. May use it later.
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addendum – On Tuesdays and Thursdays I work a split shift, facilitating a class in the evenings. Tonight when I pulled into my parking spot I spotted this:
Click for larger view – love the synchronicity of it.
🙂

Eating Away

July 14th, 2012 / Categories: Hear Me, Moose Nuggets, sad, words / Comments Closed

He stood at the window contemplating what lay outside as he struggled with what was eating inside – eating away at his inner most self.

Wife gone – no matter, it was a green card marriage in name only.

Daughter gone – way gone on drugs and booze.

Parents gone – okay, almost gone. Aged and infirm.

And he? Being eaten up from the inside out from years of nicotine and alcohol abuse. The docs wanted to start snipping.

He slipped the 38 special over his tongue, aimed for the unseen, innermost parts – pulled the trigger.

In the end he fought back HIS way.
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Recently a friend took control of how he would leave this world. These words came from that experience. I cannot condone, but neither can I condemn. I can only grieve.

This is in response to Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge: Picture Perfect by I Hate Kate. What is your feedback from the chosen song?

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