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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.

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?

Maggie Hurries

July 14th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, Velvet Verbosity, words / 3 Comments »

The traffic never seemed so bad as now when Maggie was hurrying.

BEEP!

A glance into the mirror, then into the oncoming lane. She HAD to get to there before . . .

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! She slid safely back into her own lane as the SUV careened past her. “Why won’t the blasted cars get out of the way?”

She HAD to get there.

Not much farther.

FINALLY!

An arm reached in, switched the motor off. “Come, Maggie, let’s get you out of the car. They’re all waiting for you in there. You and the wee lassie who is struggling to arrive. Come now.”
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Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is using the word HURRYING in a piece. These are my words . . . where are yours?

btw, when you are visiting VV do check out her etsy shop and the sweet word-birds. I plan to get some if I can remember my etsy information.

On the third day

July 13th, 2012 / Categories: Alaska, Family, I wanna go home!, Moose Nuggets, Moosin Around, trifecta, words / 6 Comments »

And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning —the third day. (Genesis)

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Days one and two weren’t so bad. Hubbymoose and I just were beginning to shake off the shock of having some of his relatives show up on our doorstep – unannounced – from Georgia. You know that we live in Alaska, right? They had driven non-stop from Atlanta to Kenai, Alaska.

That is a distance of 4558 miles. Amazingly it took them less than a week to travel that distance. Their pictures were hilarious; taken through the windshield from the moving vehicle.

We enjoyed visiting with them, introducing them to our now grown daughters and the grandchildren.

Then they got restless. Along about the third day. You know – one of the days God said was good? Yeah, that day.

Hubbymoose and I owned a small print shop. It was important that we both be there to accomplish the day’s chores. We could not always be available to our tourists. We gave them directions and drew maps and sent them on their way.

However, we came home at dinner time to find them sullen about having been left to their own devices. A change of plans was called for; we notified customers of a delay in delivery of their printed forms and planned to take our tourists on a day trip. They would drive their truck (complete with mattress and provisions in the covered bed) and we would ride our motorcycles. (At least we could have fresh air, right?)

God smiled. He chuckled. He laughed out loud.

And then He sent the deluge. We encountered rain of the likes we had not seen all that summer.

We made a quick turn into a campground, geared up in rainsuits, regrouped with the kin, and headed on to Seward. They were snug in their truck and we? We were riding free.

We live in Alaska. We make our own fun.

We looked forward to the 4th day.
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One of Trifecta’s editors is visiting family this week. She reminds us all that, like fish, guests smell a bit after three days. The above story is(mostly) true.

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