no funeral pie for me, please

~'Rise' by Public Image Ltd because it's full of "or" and "could be".

~Muddy Waters: Can't be Satisfied, an enthralling doc about a fascinating, talented fella whose mama was disappointed in him until the day she died. Unbelievable.

~"Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry." -Henry Ward Beecher. Listen, take it to heart, roll it around your tongue, then spit it out.

hi gang-

pull up a drink and have a seat. so i don't know where you are while you read this, but from my perch there is no sign of vitamin d making an appearance anytime too soon. the rain is persistent and i'm tired of waiting for warmth. so i create my own: i just bought a pair of betty boop cigarette pants, i'm learning the art of eyeliner, i bought a pair of silver dancin' pants and best of all, i brought home 50 pounds of 12 year old sweetness by the name of Louie. he's an old mutt and we're getting on swimmingly. my charming sis has nicknamed him King Louie if that gives you any indication of how i dote on him.

recently, i've been completely disappointed in myself (well, that bit isn't so recent) and mad at myself for having dropped my writing habit. *is it a habit? i gotta come back to that one.

so, i've put myself on a marathon mission. every day, i assign myself two random words that i must use in a tale within 15 minutes. i'm not sayin' they're publishable, but i am writing again. so for you poor suckers who are still here reading, i'm going to post. the point is to get my brain wrinkled and i find that a deadline, self-imposed or otherwise, is this gal's best friend. here are a coupla. in no particular order.

words: stainless steel

Nelda has all she needs

Nine-year-old Nelda has a stainless steel smile that she's proud of.
What that smile means is that she's the first in her family to
have a reason to smile. That smile means a greeting and a greeting
is the first thing you need to get a job
and a job is the thing you need to get money.
And money will buy her ma some flowers.

~

words: medallion & mulligrubs

Gardening at night

In an effort to keep the peace, Ms. Meriwether buried the jar in her garden.
Suspecting that the sight of the jar's components would dismay her neighbors, she buried it at night.
Though she'd claimed them fair-and-square, she was not an unreasonable woman when it came to the sensitivities of others. In fact, she took, albeit modest, pride in her considerate ways.

When rumor about Bertie's husband went round, Ms. Meriwether denied, teary-eyed, that she'd even heard it, much less sent mouths wagging from out her parlor. Then invited Bertie in for cognac.
-one brass semper fi medallion

When Lou came to and complained about her stones, Ms. Meriwether said, "Come into the light, dear, and let's look at how clear your blue eyes appear."
-three emerald buttons and one encrusted bumble bee brooch

Rather than rally with the rest against McMurray's yapping pooch, Ms. Meriwether offered the limping mutt scraps to cure his mulligrubs and occupy him otherwise.
-two yellowed incisors

That poor Mexican boy who tended the lawns was certainly not to blame for dead gardenias. Ms. Meriwether would not hear such patter and fixed him cold orange-flower water.
-one ivory cross on rope

No, the street had not been the same for some time now. Ms. Meriwether would not contribute to the unrest herself. So, she buried the jar in the night garden and marked the spot with a verdigris pedestal. In the light of day, she filled it with water to watch the dainty chirps bathe and sparkle.

~
words: wazoo & lacy

Dig

It was the passenger's seat what brought us together.
Purportedly, the blasted springs prodded your wazoo in an unpleasant way.
So we all three loaded up into the back for rides to the sight. Tight fit, as you might imagine in a British fourth-hand moto.

At first, rides back to camp tried us. We smelled like lacy cheese and mud dung, but knowing hot showers and gin & tonics waited, our jostled stenches fed our humour.
Even the driver spoke the language of stink and laughed with us, head out the window.

Thing is, we found nothing on the dig but each other really. McRay excavated the springs from the passenger's and we smiled to ourselves all the way back to our respective homes, looking forward to Copenhagen.

all for now, pals. thanks for playing. cheers clink!