It was quite recently that I watched this live performance. It was performed by, none other than, the cheeky little Squirrels in my local park!
Instead of applauding, I simply threw them peanuts. Unfortunately, as soon as I did so, the performance ended abruptly and it turned into a WWF match. They completely forgot their stage rolls, ending the whole thing with a Cirque de Soleil version of tag team wrestling!
I gave it a 5 star rating!!!
Here, have some popcorn to throw at the stage…
Eustace wishes for us all to take a deep HumpDay breath… hold for 3 seconds… and breath out… Woooooooo Saaaawwwwww!
As we’ve yet to settle anywhere in particular, I’ve no actual community to socialize with, nor do I attend a physical church so that’s also a no go.
What I do have, in terms of a community, would be everyone here on WordPress. Don’t laugh, I’m serious!
Why do you think that I write something each day? What would be my purpose, if not to reach out to others? I know that our daily prompt questions can be iffy, but I do them each day, if only to be a part of others lives and learn what they think about the world around them.
When I share my heart, my thoughts, and/or my opinions, I do it to connect with those around me, being as transparent as I can. Honesty is so very important, especially when it comes to sharing love!
When I write my ridiculously silly tales, it is in hopes of brightening another’s day, even for a moment or two!
Characters like Eustace the Camel, or Wiwohka the Woodsy Wordpecker, make efforts to encourage and inspire others, as we all try to get through our workweeks.
While some may consider this a silly or ineffective activity, as far as supporting a community, it’s all I got for the time being… so it’ll have to do!
Here, have a cookie…
Episode 2
The early morning sunshine warmed the old man’s bones, as he wandered along the old beachside road. It wasn’t terribly far from his home, so even in his old age, he could still enjoy a morning walk along his favorite paths. He’d been living in the same home, along the same stretch of road for all of his 83 years, and many parts of this beach had been his childhood playground.
As the old man walked along, he could recall the days of his youth, running along the sand dunes, building great castles with moats, and watching the turtles come and go, as they lay their many eggs. Whenever they came, he would sit among the bushes for hours, watching their labor of love.
The old man had only watched the hatching process once, very early on in his life, and though he knew it was all part of life, he was so saddened by watching the birds gorge themselves on the innocent babies, that he’d never watched again. Year after year, as he grew older, he would simply avoid the beach paths during that time. Once hatching time had passed by, the old man would again, resume his beach walks.
Some years back, as folks began visiting and watching the turtles, the beaches began to resemble a dirty playground. Even after the local city officials began placing garbage cans throughout the area, the beaches were still littered with plastic drinking cups, food wrappers, and abandoned lawn chairs.
This disturbance to the area had bothered the old man so much, it stirred him to spend about a week each year, immediately after hatching had finished, picking up garbage from off the sand. He knew it wasn’t much, but any help was better than no help at all! The old man loved the beach a great deal, so even if his efforts were never seen or appreciated, he’d felt it important to keep doing it anyway… for the sake of the turtles.
Over the past week, the old man had successfully cleared most of the beach along his stretch of road, and today he’d decided to pick up the remaining garbage from the tree line, nearest the roadway. Discouragement filled his heart as he picked up trash that was sitting less than 10 feet from an empty garbage can. It was as if no one wanted to even try!
The old man wondered if his efforts made any difference, sadly taking in the scene before him, as he worked his way through the bushes along the tree line. In all his years, he’d never once seen anything grow from the plastic laying about the beach, so it frustrated him to no end that others might carelessly drop it. They had to know that it wasn’t going to magically disappear, or throw itself away.
Oh well, he thought, at least most of it has been cleared away. Aside from a few plastic containers, thankfully, there wasn’t much left to pick up this morning. The old man was about to head home with the trash he’d collected, when he spied a small red plastic cup, tucked beneath a bush he’d walked past earlier.
Approaching the bush, the old man leaned down to retrieve the cup, exhaustion and discouragement filling his heart. He wasn’t at all prepared, for the sight that greeted him, as he lifted the cup from off the sand. There before him sat the tiniest of turtles, just staring up at him in awe and wonder…
What will the old man do?
Will our tiny turtle make it safely to the sea?
Tune in next week, to find out…
Who wouldn’t want the job of making, and eating, loads of candy?
If Willy could do this without ever getting cavities, then so can I!
I want to be a part of making children happy, provide jobs to the underprivileged little squirrels that check our nuts for freshness, and then travel the world in a magic elevator!
Just sayin,
Here, have a cookie…
It’s ok… these aren’t the real Oompa Loompa’s, but they sure are adorable!
The first, and most important Monday Message, is that I love you more than I did last week, and less than I will this time next Monday!
I toyed with the idea of just playing music this morning, as my brain is on overdrive at the moment. Concentrating has been a bit of a challenge, of late! Friday, this last week, was the day we signed all our application and qualification paperwork, for an apartment that’s come available. Now we wait!
As crazy as it sounds, I’m filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension! What if they say No? What if they say Yes? Either way, you’re stuck with my crazy brain for a bit!
On a happy note, episode 2 of The Tale of the Turtle will be released tomorrow. I’ve been watching numerous shows regarding conservation of late, so this series is a new direction of writing that perhaps you’ll enjoy.
Hopefully, by the end of this week, I’ll have wrapped up my audio-recording edit of my book, and I’ll be able to print a copy for my Poor Man’s Copyright. To date, this has been all that God has called me to complete. After that, it’s in God’s capable hands!
Friday will be another story, featuring Boomer, one of our Barnyard babes… so don’t miss out!
Our Saturday, As They Say episodes, have been going pretty well, if I do say so myself! Thank you, to all of those who’ve offered up a phrase, so that I can guess it’s meaning and origin. So far, I’ve not had to come up with anything on my own.
Sundays continue to be for fellowship, and a time for sharing insights about what I’m reading in scriptures. You can stop in or not, as the Lobby is always open!
Let’s all have a wonderful week, shall we?!
I’m not that particular about too many things, when it comes to Brand Names.
However, with that being said, I am rather particular about what brand of coffee and creamer I use each morning. I also prefer a specific brand of running shoes.
The coffee is a cheaper brand, but the flavor is good and I can afford it. The creamer falls under the same rulings, as the coffee. The brand of shoes I wear is incredibly important, as this is the one activity I do with regularity, and my feet need all the cushion and support I can give them.
There you have it, three things I am picky about, and why.
Here, have a cookie…
Looks like today’s walk along the river will be in the rain, as it’s been raining all night long, and showing no signs of stopping!
No worries, since I love to walk in the rain! Also, I can sing along with my music out loud, as there’s no one else around to splash in the puddles with me, as I go along.
God Bless!
While God is my only Advisor, I do actually have a list of folks with whom I hold great admiration towards. Some I appreciate for their accomplishments, some for their ability to overcome adversities, and some others I simply find quite lovely and talented!
I am a great admirer of Joyce Meyers, Maya Angelo, Edgar Allen Po, Julie Andrews, Angela Lansbury, Agatha Christie, J.K. Rawlings, C.S. Lewis, and more. All of these people hold a place in my heart, each for their own reasons. It would take more time than I wish to spend, delving in to the reasons for my admiration of each.
Don’t get me started on all the men and woman in the bible that I admire! We’d be here til the cows came home!
Here, have a cookie…
Quitting Cold Turkey!
Today, we find ourselves looking at another great phrase to guess at, thanks to the suggestion of HMiller2014. I shall give it my best effort!
Being that I smoked tobacco, off and on for 4o plus years, I’m well versed in the quitting process… trust me, I tried them all! Finally, just about 2 years ago, God walked me through quitting the habit, Cold Turkey! In truth, when you find yourself so broke and desperate that you’re willing to smoke plain tobacco, rolled in old grocery store receipts… it’s time!
Regarding our flapping figure of speech, let’s take a guess at it’s meaning and origin. I’m thinking, the idea of taking all the time and effort to prepare and serve a Turkey dinner, could easily be replaced by just eating the meat in plain cold slices, to save time. One could do the whole Bird Party, or simply eat Cold Turkey! From here, I suppose it became a popular saying to represent a quick something instead of the long drawn out version. Eat cold turkey, quit cold turkey, stop cold turkey, or whatever else one wants to add to the list. It’s a pretty versatile saying, if I do say so myself.
Let’s ask Googlianna what she thinks…
Wikipedia pretty much sticks to the idea of quitting a habit, but not much more helpful information was forthcoming, unless I wanted to read through two pages of odd examples. I just copied the basics from this site:
“Cold turkey” refers to the abrupt cessation of a substance dependence and the resulting unpleasant experience, as opposed to gradually easing the process through reduction over time or by using replacement medication.
I’m not satisfied with this answer, as it didn’t give us nearly enough info, so let’s find some more help:
Here’s a pretty darn complete explanation from a site called plansponsor.com. It reads as follows,
Often now the phrase is used in relation to quitting something addictive, such as hard drugs or cigarettes. According to Merriam Webster, the theory was described by the San Francisco Chronicle columnist Herb Caen in 1978: “It derives from the hideous combination of goose pimples and what William Burroughs calls ‘the cold burn’ that addicts suffer as they kick the habit.” In “Cop Speak: The Lingo of Law Enforcement and Crime,” Tom Philbin recites a second theory, that “the term may derive from the cold, clammy feel of the skin during withdrawal, like a turkey that has been refrigerated.”
However, the phrase was used in different ways earlier on. In a cartoon that appeared in newspapers on November 12, 1920, ace slangman Thomas “TAD” Dorgan used cold turkey this way: “Now tell me on the square—can I get by with this for the wedding—don’t string me—tell me cold turkey.” The editors of the Historical Dictionary of American Slang have found an earlier use: a 1910 usage where the speaker lost $5,000 cold turkey, in the sense of losing it outright.Merriam Webster speculates it may be that the original cold turkey was a combination of cold (“straightforward, matter-of-fact”) and the earlier talk turkey, which dates back to the early 1800s and refers to speaking plainly.
While I feel confident that I was on the right track, what I didn’t see coming, was the cold bumpy skin that birds have… hmmmm… who’d of thought of that?
By the way, I’m so eternally grateful to say that I’ve not touched cigarettes since I quit this last time, nor have I any desire to pick em back up again, ever! Thank You God!
Journey With Me! 