Saturday, October 08, 2016

Rainy day chore - housecleaning my blog.

The rain is making puddles deep enough for cars to disappear in. It is warm in my home, for this I am grateful. I can't imagine braving the streets today on any level.

Yesterday I posted, after a few months absence. I miss blogging if you really want to know.

Since my car accident, back on Feb 4th, I've shied away from time at my computer, well, unnecessary time that is, which sadly is what blogging is for me at present. I do have to sit and do some business related work on my computer, that's the extent of how uncooperative my neck and shoulders are.

A few weeks ago I started with a Chiropractor - amazing.

He did stress I was to stay away from anything that required me to lower my head (chin to chest stuff) and that is exactly what working on a computer encompasses.

I created a standing work station which has been great, but I fatigue very quickly and as such get discouraged and then resign myself to not even bothering. Hence my absence here.

Blogging seems to have changed - how do I know this?

Well, I took a trip over to the "Manage Blogs I'm Following" page and saw I was following 257 blogs.

I now follow 73.

Yes... that's right 73.

Sad state of affairs because virtually all I deleted were inactive. Meaning no new posts in the last 2-3 years. I figured if a blog did not have a new post in over two years it was time to say goodbye to it.

I was stunned by the number that were outright shut down. A sign of the direction blogging is taking I thought.

And yet...

There is something about letting fingers fly over the keyboard (thank goodness for backspace) and sharing a little of one's world with others.

Whatever that something is we do like sharing, don't we?

We also like knowing we are visited and read (from time to time), that makes the whole experience all the more special.

I am satisfied with my housecleaning. Yet I wonder where those inactive bloggers have gone to, what they are up to, and if life is treating them well. My simple wish is that it is. This little wish accompanied every tap of the button which would forever remove those blogs from my list.

Sort of sad, eh.

But, life drifts on, regardless.

Hmm, that was my sentiment yesterday and it still hangs in the air today.

I realize life really moves at its own sweet pace. For some that means staying the course (blogging with some regularity), for others it means veering left (or right) and finding a new path.

To all the bloggers remaining on my List, thanks for blogging, for visiting, for adding a little something extra as I make my way through life - you are a part of the path I am presently on.

Now tell me...

Have you done any blog housecleaning of your own?


Friday, October 07, 2016

Time drifts on, regardless.

When I last posted I was on route to the Vancouver Story Slam - I had a blast. 

No, I did not take home the gold, aka 1st prize. (nor 2nd or 3rd for that matter)

But then, that was never my goal - I aimed to read one of my Flash Fiction pieces in public and that is what I did.

I was the second of ten readers - not the best "impact" position, however, I was happy with my read and with the reaction to it.

Alas, it was not a funny piece and it appears, well at least on this particular day, humour took home the gold.

Whereby Mommy Dearest advised, "Ja, da next time you make dem laugh because you are da funny one."

Okey dokey...

However, I don't bow to the pressures of what the public wants as much as I bow to what I  wish to give the public - giving them something dark and morbid was right up my alley that day.

I read this piece titled "A Few More Minutes". (added here for your perusal - please enjoy)

Ches looked out the window and wondered how far a drop it was. His meds were wearing off and the doctor wouldn’t refill his prescription until the end of the day. 

He damned himself for doubling up the dose but he loved the places they took him to, and lately he wanted to be there all the time.

Voices called to him from outside the window. This time he opened the small lower portion and stuck his head out. All Ches could see was the fire escape ladder. 

His window was right below the top landing, not within arm’s reach of anything. If there was a fire he would have to jump to the lower landing.

Looking down at it he had the oddest sensation the landing was moving upward, coming closer and closer to him. 

He pried open the window as far as it would go and inched his body out. When the metal landing was within reach he thrust his hands toward it and slid out of the window headlong down the building.

Looks like the landing hadn’t moved after all. 

Ches lay in a heap unable to move, his eyes darting in every direction as he watched twisted limbs poke through the decaying wall, trying to grab him. 

Slithering charred bodies inched their way up and down the building toward him. 

No one had seen Ches fall, or even heard the thud. Seems his number was finally up. 

Or not, as the fire escape door creaked open releasing a faint, whimpering voice that filled the air with suffocating heaviness.  It came closer and closer to his face then the voice was upon him, pleading in his ear. 

Help me Daddy, help me.

The thunderous screeching of train wheels, grinding to an emergency stop, now pierced his ears and bore a hole in his skull. 

Ches tried to reach up and cover his ears, no chance, his arms were laying there, off to the side, totally detached from his body. Though he saw no blood he knew they were his arms. The tattoos were the giveaway. 

And, when did he get that big rat tattoo? he wondered as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Voices came and went, and light soon faded to dark. All around the air grew rancid, putrid bile clinging to unwashed hair. 

Ches opened his eyes to see his legs walking away from him, all that was left was a blob that was his dismembered body. 

He called out, and laughed at what he heard. He cawed, a piercing cry, as he tried to scare off the other crows trying to take his kill.

Who’s been killed? he wondered, as he laughed and cawed again. He watched as crows started ripping his chest apart. Pecking furiously at his breastbone, pulling back more flesh. 

With great effort he rolled his armless, legless blob of a body over. Now, face down he looked through the sewer grate in the street where he had fallen. 

Peering back were bloodied, scab riddled, vacant faces, jeering. Some poked long glass shards at his eyes. 

One oozing, bloodshot eyeball now hung loose alongside his nose. Lifting, and shaking his head from side to side he watched it like a hypnotist’s pendant. 

The pleading voice still echoing in his head. Daddy, Daddy.

His heartbeat faded, his remaining eye closed. The cawing grew muffled and the shards disappeared. 

Slowly, his breathing grew rhythmic.

"Looks like we got to him in time. A few more minutes and he’d’ave been a goner." 

"Maybe that’a been for the best. They say his wife and kid never had a chance. He should’ve died with them, ‘cause what he’s doing sure ain’t living.”

There you have it.

Now, my seriously excellent buddy, Gerry, gave me this feedback, “You’ll need more meat on the bone if you expect the average dude to get it.”

Well, there will be no more meat - and that’s that. 


On to other things...

I was in Montreal, Quebec the other day and here are some shots of that little adventure.

Dare I say... what a beautiful city; very European, and definitely worth a second trip. 


Must start any vacation in the right frame of mind.. and body.
Walk to the top of Mont-Royal, seems I wasn't alone in that idea.
The view... okay, worth the hike!
A tad disappointed with this "tourist attraction" considering all the hype!
What goes up must come down! 
Check out the bike rack! In the University area.
It's the staircase that got me. You too?
Young love - immortalized.
The things some aliens will do to get in my shots - tentacles galore!
Museum of Fine Art - Pompeii Exhibit. Oh yeah!!

Yes, I took this photo. What can I say, I'm into all things cheeky!

The end of my POMPEII pics.
(A billion more, but I know there's a limit, eh!)
Lots of churches in Montreal... I mean lots. 
The Big One - Basilica Notre-Dame.
(I've seen bigger in Germany, but hey, this was pretty impressive.)
Yes, I took this - don't know how it looks like I pinched if from some 1940s movie though. 
When under construction, buildings are under wraps - fake exterior wraps.
The wind picked up and whipped it around.
End result. 
One of many historical streets in Old Montreal. 
Chatting it up with a couple of solid gals. 
A touch of times gone by.

Time really does drift on... so stop and drink in the beauty around you.