There’s Always Wednesday

Through the busy years bringing up her children there had always been Wednesday to look forward to. And it didn’t matter what mood he was in when he returned from work, taciturn or just plain mean, she always had her books to disappear into.

Wednesday was special to her, her day for the library. From an early age she communicated her love of books to her children and enjoyed their excitement at finally discovering how to read.

And now she was here, waiting in the communal hall for the library bus to come with its books offering excitement and pleasure.

This week’s word was Library.  How did I do?

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How’s Your Backhand?

judithhb:

Just had to Reblog this one. Thanks Nancy for sharing this with us.

Originally posted on Spirit Lights The Way:

Goofy-Riding-A-BikeTwo young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter.

The pharmacist at the counter asked the older boy, “Son, how old are you?’

‘Eight’, the boy replied.

The man continued, ‘Do you know what these are used for?’

The boy replied, ‘Not exactly, but they aren’t for me. They’re for him. He’s my brother. He’s four.”

Swimming“Oh, really?” the pharmacist replied with a grin.  “How’s that?”

“We saw on TV that if you buy these you can swim, play tennis and ride a bike. Right now, he can’t do none of those things.”

Aah . . . that’s better!

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The Blood Whisperer

Is WordPress playing up again?  This was set to publish yesterday so now Six Word Saturday is a whole day late.  Sorry about that.

How quickly the weeks pass and it’s already Saturday again and time for Six Word Saturday.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB – I’M READING.

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Saturday afternoon.  Much needed rain falling down and I am once again  enthralled with a novel written by one of my favourite authors, Zoe Sharp.

But not Charlie Fox as the protagonist this time, but Kelly Jacks.  A crime scene specialist who was convicted of a bloody murder that she didn’t commit.  Having served her sentence – six years for involuntary manslaughter, she takes the only job on offer with a former mentor, as part of a crime scene cleaning crew.

When sent out to a so-called suicide, she sees evidence that perhaps conflicts with the police verdict and from then on finds herself in a series of terrifying episodes.  Fortunately her six years in jail have prepared her for looking after herself and fighting back.

She asks questions that somebody doesn’t want answered and finds herself in the nightmare of once again being branded a killer.  We follow her through this nightmare as she tries to clear her name, with no help on any side.  Pursued by the police, Russian thugs and a so called respected businessman (here read gangster) she struggles to keep ahead of the pursuit.

The skills she learned while serving her sentence stand her in good stead and eventually with some unexpected help she succeeds in not only clearing her name but also in helping to capture the real criminals.

This is a sitting on the edge of your seat story that I couldn’t put down.  I read in while eating breakfast, waiting for the laundry to finish and then stretched out on the couch letting the rest of the world go by.

I thoroughly recommend this new protagonist and seriously hope that Zoe will be giving us more of this feisty, believable character soon.

“But, how do you know if an ending is
truly good for the characters unless you’ve
traveled with them through every page?”
Shannon Hale, American author of American author of young adult fantasy and adult fiction.
1974 –

My Name is Jane

judithhb:

I read this post today from Marylin at Things I want to tell my mother and I thought of the years when my mother suffered fro Alzheimer’s. This is a non selective disease. It seems that anyone can get it and frankly it frightens me as I think it might be hereditary.

I have written a couple of posts on this subject, most recently Tea Drinkers Unite in response to a 100 Word Challenge set by Velvet Verbosity.

Originally posted on I choose how I will spend the rest of my life:

As one gets older one is concerned about health issues but for me it is mental issues that worry me most.  My mother suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease during the latter years of her life and I wonder if it is inherited and passed down to the children.

Definition of Alzheimer’s – Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive, degenerative disorder that attacks the brain’s nerve cells, or neurons, resulting in loss of memory, thinking and language skills, and behavioral changes.

I recently read this blog from Nancy at Spirit Lights the Way and began to think what it must be like to be in a situation where you really don’t remember or know who or where you are.  This is my attempt to put it into words:

My Name is Jane, I think.

They’re calling me Jane
Is that who I am
I am perfectly sane
but I don’t know their…

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Tea Drinkers Unite

It had been a tiring day. Visit to the hospital, discussions with the doctor, the therapist and of course, her mother. It was very distressing that her mother barely recognised her; she often thought her a nurse.

The one bright moment in the harrowing afternoon was when an orderly brought the tea tray. At that moment her mother reverted to how she used to be, graciously pouring tea into the bone china cups and offering cake and biscuits.

This ritual of offering and accepting the cup of tea brought her mother back to her, if only for a short time.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words.
This week’s theme is “Cup”

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ZERO Magazine/Cuenca: A Community of Neighbors, a Fellowship of Friends

judithhb:

This is one of the most heartwarming posts I have read in a long time. I thought to reblog it so that anyone who doesn’t know Kathy and her partner/wife Sara may get to know her.

Originally posted on reinventing the event horizon:

I was against it from the beginning—

–the notion that we should start an English-language magazine for Cuenca.  Print–of all things!

I was against it from that very evening back in October, when Sara returned from work, lugging bags and boxes of office supplies, personal photos, a framed collage that I’d created, one that featured an antique Vietnamese coin and the phrase, “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams”—words whispered toward tomorrow, then echoed back to us, like a sigh.

“They don’t need me anymore,” Sara said.  “Can’t afford me.”

“Those bastards!”  I spat at the popular online site she had worked for (though Sara still insists they were not that)..

Moments later, we were sitting on the ugly, gray sofa in my studio, the most uncomfortable, this side of zero latitude.  Sara’s office was disassembled on the floor in front of us, our white dogs sandwiched between us.

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WATCHING

The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits,
but not when it misses.”
― Francis Bacon

There will be three Fridays the 13th this year – February, March and November.  And we just have to decide whether we are superstitious or not.

Wikipedia gives us a name for Friday the 13th – “paraskevidekatriaphobia, from the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή, meaning “Friday”), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς, meaning “thirteen”)”

I’m not superstitious and for me it is just another Friday but I am being extra careful today.

Now to other things.  Today I am WATCHING

Judith & Alice

  • The way a newly born baby attracts people and noticing the joy of being allowed to hold her
  • The huge waves rolling onto the beach; they are quite magnificent in their power
  • Surfers battling these waves and some succeeding in standing up
  • Children paddling in the surf
  • Two older couples just enjoying the sunshine, sand and the water’s edge
  • Puffs of smoke emanating from White Island – New Zealand’s most active cone volcano.  It’s very close only 48kms/30 miles from shore.  It’s puffing away merrily today.
  • And strangers interacting as they meet on the beach
  • A couple walking their dogs
  • A small child clambering onto a tyre strung up to make a swing
  • My partner stretched out on a lounger contentedly reading
  • Teachers from the local school rounding up the pupils
  • A group of teenagers enjoying their lunch on the beach
  • The same group chasing each other and generally having fun
  • The brilliant sun shining down onto our part of the world that we call Paradise.

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