Tuesday Tinkering…

With our departure this Thursday approaching rapidly, there’s a good many things still needing to be done aboard The Torrent. Along with the comfort level of all her guests, this ship needs to become more solid, as a whole.

I’ve made numerous Avatars of the differing personalities you see, moving about the ship, but no solid re-usable image for the ship, herself. Don’t ask me why I like to refer our ship as a her, but I thought to look it up, out of curiosity. Did you know that there’s an actual reason for calling a ship her? Well, there is…

Referring to ships and cars as “she” or “her” is a centuries-old tradition born from a mix of historical superstition, deep emotional bonds, and linguistic quirks. [1, 2]

The main reasons behind this practice include:

  • Maternal Protection: Historically, sailors spent months at sea and relied completely on their vessels for survival. Because a ship carried, nurtured, and protected the crew from the harsh elements, it was often viewed as a maternal or goddess figure.
  • Linguistic Roots: In ancient languages like Latin, objects (including ships) were assigned grammatical genders, and the Latin word for ship (navis) is feminine.
  • Honoring Loved Ones: Sailors famously named their ships after wives, mothers, or influential women as a mark of respect and to bring good luck on perilous voyages.
  • Appreciation for Elegance: Just as with ships, early cars were highly prized, expensive possessions. Early enthusiasts and drivers anthropomorphized them, assigning feminine pronouns to reflect beauty, sleek lines, and perceived grace. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9]

Huh, go figure! Well, at least now we know why, right?!

Anyways, back to the work at hand. The Torrent needs to become a solid ship, before we can adventure anywhere, so let’s do this!

First, we need some images to begin the process:

As you can see, creating a visual that is authentic and yet appealing isn’t such an easy task. Just trying to be far away enough to capture all her sails and riggings, is a feat, in and of itself. I spent some time out on the internet, looking through differing styles of ships, masts, and sails. It’s quite extensive, actually.

Here is the image I worked with last year, from OpenArt:

Starting with a simple boat image, I worked with Norbert to enhance the colors, and transition into a more authentic design:

From those images, I finally struck gold, so to speak:

Now this is a good stock image, I think. It’s still rather simple, as those sails, ropes, and riggings need a lot of work, if we’re to seem legit!

How bout these?

All that’s left to do now, is to take the handful of images we’ve gathered, and hand them off to Norbert. Let’s hope the ai can create something beautiful…

I think she is coming along nicely, though we’ve still work to be done on that figurehead… what on earth is that supposed to be, anyway, a fishhook or something?

Overall, I feel rather confident that things will all be ready to go, come Thursday.

For those joining us, don’t forget to bring your Dramamine, if you get seasick. While the seas in this image seem calm, once we leave the safety of shore, all bets are off! It can get pretty choppy out there, and where we sail will be quite stormy, at times.

At least you’ll sleep good, knowing that the ship is sound, and the crew be loyal, to a fault.

See ya at the docks!

Surrender…

Daily writing prompt
How do you handle fear and self-doubt?

Much of my life has been spent running… running from hurts, fears, and enough self-doubt to sink a battleship, as they say. From the time I was a small child, anything that caused one or more of these emotions, meant it was time to run away.

I ran away from an abusive and neglectful home, ran away from every foster home they put me in, and tucked myself away from watchful eyes. Much of my youth was spent wandering the streets, in the hopes that I might find my own safe place.

Somehow, I managed to let my own fears and self-doubts destroy my first marriage, and the lives of my children. Ouch! Yeah, fear will do things like that.

For much of my 58 years on this earth, I allowed my own fears to dictate my journey. I refused to let go of all that haunted me, all that continued to cause incredible damage to my body, mind, and soul.

When Covid brought about a nationwide shutdown, the world around us imploded! When that occurred, the scales of balance in my fear department were simply shattered beyond recognition! The weight of it all seemed to crush my spirit, leaving nothing more than an emotional disaster area!

Not more than three years ago, I chose to quit running from painful things, as I’d been doing all my life. The running hadn’t done anything for me, aside from make things worse. God offered me the freedom of letting go, surrendering it all to His will, and trusting in something other than myself, for once. While I’d been a Christian since the age of 18, I never fully let go, and let God, if you will. I’d made a right disaster of my life, thus far, so I had nothing to lose.

Well, I did have some things to lose… like that ole fear and self-doubt that the prompt was asking about. It’s not a perfect walk, nor always an easy one, as I’ve shared with you on occasion. But, whether the journey is easy, hard, long, or even painful… it is without fear, and for the most part, without any nagging self-doubts. If any of those pop up, it’s not God that’s the problem, but my willingness to surrender.

So, when fear and self-doubt come knocking at your door, you don’t have to let them in. Be brave, be strong, and lay those fears down. They won’t change the outcome of a thing, unless you let them.

Cookies?

Plate with hen-shaped cookies decorated with colorful icing

That’s not cocoa…

Daily writing prompt
What’s a moment that made you question reality?

If you’ve ever seen the video of the little boy who ate a spoonful of baking cocoa powder, you’d agree that he was probably questioning reality, right at that moment!

Aside from moments like that, I can’t say that there has ever been a time that I was unsure of reality. I’ve hated it, avoided it, and downright ran full force away from it, but never questioned it.

Reality is one of those undeniable factors of existence, just like time. Time doesn’t change it’s pace, though at times, it feels as if it goes too fast. Then again, there are times that feel as if they might drag on for eternity. I would say that reality and time probably go hand in hand.

As far as questioning reality goes, as long as I don’t have to eat unsweetened cocoa powder any time soon, we’re good!

Cookies?

I promise they’re sweet!

This is such an honor, really…

Daily writing prompt
What is the meaning of life?

While I am entirely flattered that WordPress desires my definition for the meaning of life, it’s highly doubtful that my response will be world altering, or anything.

Perhaps, on certain occasions, I may feel inclined to think that I have a firm grasp on life, and how I fit into it. You might even observe me patting myself on the back, in my own self-delusions. But, if you think I would ever really offer an actual statement on my assumptions, regarding the meaning of life… your out of your mind.

Why? Because all of us, and none of us, has it figured out! We’d like to believe that at some point, we’ve finally got it all mapped out, right?! Maybe some will, but I highly doubt it.

While none of us may ever figure out the entire meaning of life, I think most of us get to a place where we have a solid grasp on the meaning of our own lives, hopefully. We find our place within the world around us, as best we can, and make peace with it. And, we discover what treasures are worth holding, deep inside our hearts.

I think those treasures are the very answers to the meaning of life, and they’ll be different for everyone. They’ll look different, and feel different… but in the end, most likely they will all mean close to the same thing.

I’m not sure if I just explained myself, or if I’ve simply confused everyone. It’s Saturday though, and I’ve no desire to overthink this. Let’s just move on to something else, like cookies. Yeah, that’ll balance things out…

Live Novel Friday

The Wharf

Episode VII

With the shocking reveal of baby Brugo, things took a sudden turn in the way Ollie saw Maiyah. The grumpy Orc now found himself at the mercy of his young bar maid, as he had no idea how to care for a baby. He felt awful for the way he’d treated her, always yelling at her, and making her work such long, hard hours in the tavern. He’d never shown her the love she deserved, and yet, Maiyah was as loyal as they came. For days, she’d been secretly caring for his own son, and under his very nose.

As the two stood watching the sleeping baby, Ollie worried that the child would be frightened of him, and wouldn’t recognize his father, as they hadn’t seen one another since the child’s birth. Ollie could see his wife’s features on the baby’s face, even though Brugo’s eyes were closed.

The infant looked just like his mother. Her face was etched upon the orc’s heart! There hadn’t been a day that went by, in which Ollie hadn’t thought of her…

The orc’s heart hurt, when he considered what could possibly possess the child’s mother to abandon her son.

He looked down at the letter in his hands, afraid of what might be written on the paper. The orc knew that the answers he sought would be written there, but he was terrified of what it might reveal…

“You should read her letter, Ollie.” Maiyah encouraged the orc. “At least we might have some answers.”

Ollie wept openly, as he read the words from his wife. Never before had Maiyah seen the orc cry, nor show any emotion, aside from being grumpy all the time, and yelling at everyone. Here he was, looking so hurt and confused.

Suddenly, in the middle of reading the letter, Ollie gave a shocked and startled grunt, causing Maiyah to jump, and disturbing the sleeping baby, momentarily.

“What is it, Ollie? What’s wrong?” Maiyah whispered gently, placing her hand on his arm in concern.

“War,” replied the orc, in a subdued voice.

“A clan war has been declared between our people. My wife, Shelor, has been called to battle with her clan, but my own clan has chosen to stand apart from them, due to my being rejected by her clan.”

“Oh, Maiyah, this is terrible! Their clan hasn’t the number needed for success, which was why we tried to join with them, in the first place. We were trying to help strengthen both our clans, but while the marriage was sound, the joining of clans failed, entirely!”

Ollie looked toward the sleeping baby, then to the letter, and back at the baby.

Then, after several long moments, he turned his attention to Maiyah. Ushering her out of the room quietly, they headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

“I know that I have no right to ask this of you, Maiyah, and it is certainly within your rights to deny me, but… I need your help! I am torn between caring for you and Brugo, and finding my wife. I know what I must do, but I need your help if I’m to do it.”

“What must I do?” Maiyah asked.

“I must return to my clan and convince them to assist Shelor and her people,” Ollie lamented. “Whether or not I am accepted, doesn’t have any bearing on whether we should protect my wife and son.”

“Then you should go to her, Ollie,” Maiyah asserted.

“But to go means that I must leave you, Brugo, and the tavern. It’s all we have for coin, food, and shelter. How can I choose?”

With a resolve born of love and commitment, Maiyah stepped directly before Ollie, placing both her hands on his arm. “There are enough workers for the choring, and the sailors all know of me, so why not let me run the inn, while your gone?”

“You would do this for me?”

Remembering back over the years they’d been together, Maiyah’s eyes misted over with tears, as she replied, “You are the only father I have ever known, and you’ve cared for me all these years. Of course I shall do this for you and Brugo, both. You are my only family.”

“I have treated you terribly, Maiyah,” replied the orc, shamefully. “I should have given you my name long ago, and you don’t deserve to work like a hired worker. If you will do this for me, I give you my word that things will be different from now on.” Reaching out, the orc took the young bar maid in his arms, affectionately. Briefly giving her a fierce hug, the orc quickly gathered the remaining supplies needed, and stuffed them into an already full satchel.

Before leaving, he gathered all the workers together and gave strict instructions to obey Maiyah’s orders around the tavern, as she would be in charge, until his return.

Stepping out the back doorway of the kitchen, Ollie turned and handed Maiyah the keys to the tavern. “Now that you are running things, I don’t want you doing your normal chores,” he stated. “You’ve Brugo to look after, and coinage to be mindful of, instead. Leave the tavern work to the others, and just watch over the work. And, please don’t keep Brugo closed up in your room, any more. It’s not good for either of you.”

“You don’t want to see your son before you leave?” Maiyah questioned the orc.

“He will know me, but not now. First, I wish to bring his mother home, if that makes any sense. I want our first meeting to be a happy one, and without his mother, it just feels wrong.” Somehow, that made sense to Maiyah. She nodded her head in agreement to his explanation. Quickly, she gave Ollie one last hug, and then reluctantly stepped back, and said her farewells.

Watching the orc walk down the dock, and disappearing into the crowd, Maiyah wondered how on earth she was going to do any of the things she just promised Ollie. She’d never run the tavern without Ollie roaming about the building somewhere. Now it was up to her!

Will Ollie find Shelor and her clan, before it’s too late?

Why are the clans suddenly at war? What happened?

How will Maiyah manage to run the tavern, while caring for baby Brugo?

Operator Error…

Daily writing prompt
What’s a word or phrase that annoys you?

It’s not so much about what the word or phrase is, but more about how it’s being used.

While I don’t have any particular annoying words that come to mind, I would have to say that I can become irritated by the way a person chooses to utilize the English language.

Taking a thing out of context, or misusing the word, all together… now that is annoying!

Then again, turning a normal word into slang, or using it to bring harm to another will get my ire up, as well.

It’s more about the person speaking the words, that will sway my levels of annoyance, than it is about any specific thing being spoken.

Choose your words, and your friends, very carefully. As they say, you are like those you associate with!

Oh, and choose your cookies carefully, too…

The ones in the middle are probably the cleanest.

Thursday Thoughts…

With the warmer weather comes the freedom to make way the sails, as they say. Whether you desire to come along is entirely your choice, though, you’ll be missing out on some grand adventures if you don’t make it to the dock on time.

Since we’ve only one available day of the week for such tales, I opted to settle our nautical explorations and high seas adventures, on Thursdays, just for the summer months.

Living a homebound lifestyle requires that my brain be actively engaged in some form of challenging pursuit. To be honest, Thursdays were falling a bit flat, in regards to being very interesting, or even challenging, for that matter.

So, what is one to do when the brain calls for stimulation? We mix things up, seek out new paths of adventure, and dip into the the well of creativity. From there, all manner of new and exciting places begin to appear upon the surface of your computer screens.

So join me on Thursdays for some high seas sailing, as we set sail for distant waters. Some waters may be familiar, while other parts will be places you’ve never before imagined.

Our first voyage will be embarking on a search for Squagon’s lost kin. We search for Pinion Valley, which was lost to us some time ago. Our young squirrel prince misses his family desperately, so it’s imperative that we locate them. It’s unclear, as to the valley’s location, as none of the paths that once led to it remain.

As you remember, last year we had some form of strange storm that magically erased all of The Barnyard, Acorn Valley, the magical home of our dragon, Brutus, as well as all the rest of our forest homes. They simply vanished without a trace! Somehow we were able to seek out all of the missing babes, including Squagon, whom we found sitting alone in a tree.

Sadly though, we lost one of the puppies, and all the dreamers vanished, as well.

Since those dark days, we were able to locate Peanut and scoop him up from where my grandson had misplaced the little fellow. We also relocated the small church where young Henry’s family lived, for Miss Tilly.

If you recall, we had been set to search out the two missing squirrel valleys when we were not only caught up in a storm that took us way off course, but then we were set upon by several pirate ships, forcing Brutus to hold them at bay, while we fled into foreign seas. Though we escaped the pirate attack, we became hopelessly lost for a good portion of last fall. It was worth it though, as we discovered Osrig on one of the strange islands we encountered.

Unfortunately, by the time that we found our bearings and made it back to familiar waters, it was already far too late in the year for us to safely sail, out on the rough open waters.

Now that Maisie is settling into our routine around The Barnyard, it’s time to show her the sea that calls to us, and get her used to living aboard a ship. She doesn’t sail with us all the time, but on the days that she visits, Brutus flies back to the Barnyard and gets her for us. Brutus assures me that she loves flying, as the dragon can hear her squeals of delight, and happy baby babble all the way to the ship.

All the babes are safely tucked aboard, settling into their cabins. Creed and Eustace outdid themselves with all the accommodations, upgrades, and expansions aboard The Torrent, so there’s a place for everyone. Osrig still refuses to sleep anywhere other than the foot of my bed with Bailey, which suits me just fine. It can get chilly at night, out on the water, so it helps having furry heaters on the bed, while sleeping.

Everyone else seems to be settling into their rooms, and getting back into the swing of things around the ship. Each crewmate has their own duties, and we only have a week til we set sail.

Your bunks have already been prepared for when you board, so I would suggest you arrive early if you want first pick of which spot you want. They’re all comfortable, don’t get me wrong, but some folks are outside edge sleepers, while others might be middle, or inside edge sleepers. You know what I mean, don’t you?!

I look forward to seeing any and all who choose to join us.

Is this a trick question?

Daily writing prompt
How do you plan the perfect road trip?

It’s a bit of a challenge to answer a question that has the answer in it!

Why, you plan the perfect road trip, of course! And, I’m not so sure that there are that many variations of planning that I could expound upon.

Don’t we all pack bags? Don’t we all make plans, reservations, and employ step-by-step maps, for all those hard to reach places?

It goes without saying that we take food, or at least the money to buy edibles along the way…

And, last but not least, none of us would plan a road trip without bringing toys for the journey…

Honestly, any good trip is more about the food, than anything else! Good munchies for the trip, plenty of stops for fuel, water, and a somewhat hot meal. What more to this planning thing might we be forgetting?

Cookies! I knew there was something important that I was forgetting. We need lots of cookies…

Kickin it!

Daily writing prompt
What’s a moment that made you realize you were stronger than you thought?

For over 40 years I battled with smoking tobacco. I started when I was merely 11 years old. Throughout the years, I threw them away time and again, only to reach out and start back up whenever stress arrived in my life.

Finally, after all the years of self-propelled willpower failures, I quite trying to quite! Can I say that in a sentence? Oh well, I already did it, so you’ll just have to go with it. Any moment, a baby may wake and I’ll have to put off my prompt answer til later on.

Needless to say, I threw in the towel of hope that I would ever give up the nasty habit. Then, about 3 and 1/2 years ago, I literally heard God’s voice saying, “Child, it’s time to let go of the past. Give me this one thing, and I will take it from you forever.” Well, when the God of creation makes you such an offer, one simply cannot say no. Could you? I couldn’t.

It was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do, and it was utterly miserable. But, for the first time in my entire life, I didn’t feel as if I were carrying such a burden alone. I really did feel God walk with me through the whole process.

I quite cold turkey, as they say. Headaches, nausea, crawling skin, and all, God carried me to the end of that lifelong curse, and to this day, I have had zero… I mean ZERO desire to ever pick up another cigarette.

Did I do it on my own? Physically, yes.

Was it difficult? Oh, absolutely!

Did I think I had the strength to quit for the last time? No!

Whether you believe that I quit under my own strength, or that born of my heavenly father, the important thing to see is that God will always fill in the strength blanks with his own power. It was one of the most important pivotal moments in my spiritual walk.

Trust in God, follow his direction, and he will always ensure we have all the strength we’ll need, even when we don’t think it’s possible.

With God, anything is possible!

Cookies?

Wooden cart filled with various types of fresh baked cookies in bowls and trays
A wide variety of freshly baked cookies arranged on a wooden display cart in a bakery

Wednesday Words…

Eustace wanted to help with naptime, so I let him. I really do think I’ve got the best camel in the world, for my very own assistant babysitter.

He’s a natural! Well, actually, he’s a camel. But, for a camel, he’s got this whole baby thing down, perfectly.

Happy Hump Day!