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A Tale and a Thought or Two…

A man was out and about in a large city. He had no mask and no gloves and no worries. He entered a well-to-do hotel and went to a room. He didn’t stop at the front desk nor had he booked a room for the night. He was not concerned about this either. The room was large with a huge bed in the up corner. As he lay on the bed he turned his head and could see out into the hall leading to the next room. The bed was comfortable and he drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, he looked strangely around at the room. It no longer looked familiar. In fact, now he was worried that he was here.

“What will I say to whomever is staying here?” Then, thinking he heard a noise from outside the room. “That must be the maid. What will she think if the wrong person is here?”

He started to sit up and realized he was caught up in the covers and blankets. He tried to push them off, but the more he tried the harder it was. He forced himself to sit and shook his head. Now, everything shifted a tiny bit in the room and he realized he was home, in his bed. The “hall” which was now his own hallway leading to the house. He lay there disconcerted, but knew it had been a dream.

Just a short story to help you if you are feeling uptight or bothered. The scenario above was the one I woke up to this morning. I take some medicine which makes my dreams more frequent and vivid. I really did think I was in a large hotel bedroom. The “shift” which happened when I sat up is common when I actually move, waking up. They used to be night terrors and I used to wake up shouting, screaming, or utterly in panic. It’s funny what just a little more medication can do. Especially when it was taken to calm me down and sleep better since Sis’s death.

We are all having to deal with so much now. I see avoidance behaviors, fear behaviors, denial behaviors, and so on. So many ways all of us try to handle all the mixes of feelings we have and all the things we see others do or hear them saying.

My aunt’s test came back positive, but she is displaying no symptoms whatsoever. There are returning her to her own room. She can’t go to the other facility at the present time since her test was positive.

I am dealing with it all in my own way, a lot of dreaming, but most of it just the realization that all is perfect in the end. I am not trying to make light of anyone’s discomfort or a relative’s death. My faith understands that we may not know how or why it’s perfect, but it happens and there is something much larger going on. My beliefs do not try and pin blame on anyone or anything. We make out own paths and decide their directions. I am realizing more and more that this faith I have chosen will not always be popular with everyone and I won’t always understand it either. I just know and believe. I feel it deep down and in this age’s time of confusion and fear, it’s a rather nice one to fall back on.

Here’s to whatever or whomever you follow. May your faith hold you solid in these trying times.


Friday Fictioneers – By the Light of the Silvery Moon

This week’s photo prompt comes to us from Ted Strutz.

He stood on the deck knowing, dreading, and loving all at the same time.  He removed his shirt.  The biggest problem, he knew, would be the water.  He didn’t like the water, especially, now.  The all too familiar tingle and fever started.  He felt the sweat rise on his brow.  Below he heard the dancing and gaiety centering on the bride and groom, his neighbors and friends.

9:41pm he could not longer think.  It happened quickly.  The growl escaped his throat and he smelled the air, the night, and the blood.  He headed downstairs and screaming started.


100 words – Namaste,  Scott

A Story Worth Telling – What Should You Be Afraid of?

Great Story!  Takes about 6-7 minutes to read and I am still packing in the real thoughts in it.

Whether you agree with the storyteller’s stance or not (I certainly do), it’s something you really should take to heart and sincerely think about.

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Airport Security – A Joke? No, They are there for the Idiots

You know the drill.  Set all carry on items on the belt, take off your shoes, walk through the scanner.  I was held up at an airport security checkpoint last time I flew.  I had a hard time seeing what they were looking at, but, eventually, realized that my spare cell phone battery was the culprit.  Apparently, when it went through the scanner the flat, oddly-shaped item did not show through and it looked like a possible bomb.  After about 45 minutes, the security personnel, with little or no personality, allowed me to board.

I am told that is not an unusual story, in concept, among airlines today.  Since 911, I don’t blame them.  You are told to come to security 2 hours before boarding time to make certain you make the flight.  2 hours!  Seems long, but I guess that’s not too bad when you really think about it.  I just keep thinking of all the things they have to check for and the things that look like what they have to check for.

You think about it, how much of something does it take to critically injure an airplane?  I mean, if you really tried hard for the minimum, what does it take to drop a plane or to make it so scary no one wants to fly?

The article below is about the weirdest things TSA has found on people who fly.  Some of them are really strange.  It scares me to think of what probably used to be in the carry-on bags of people I flew with in years before this security.  If they are still trying to bring the below things on board, what did they actually bring on back then?


I have pretty well decided that, when I go to visit my son in Portland, OR, I am going to take the train.  It’s longer, but time is not very relevant to me.  The security will not be so intense that I can’t take my meds with me in my carry-on.  I can’t take a chance that my meds could be separated from me while I travel.  That is one big concern.  I will check what is looked for and all, but it sounds good to me; besides, the view should be excellent.

*****Before I go, I must take a moment and let you all know that the magazine editor for Atomic Avarice, the people who published my first story and I stated had not paid me, has contacted me.  It seems that the editor’s laptop and the site were hit by hackers and the magazine is, most likely, going to have to close.  The editor has not checked the site or all for months due to worries of allowing the hackers further access, so my letters there were not received, same for emails.  I found the physical address in the contract and did an old fashioned letter and stamp.  I received an apology this morning and am told I will be paid (even a little extra for my troubles) very soon.  I am so glad it all worked out, but I wish the magazine was still going to do future issues.

Anyway, I feel better setting the record right here.




Fear of Heights, but Wish I Could Fly!

Nothing deep from me tonight. I slept well and found out my second story will be published by Monday. All is good with the world. Then, I got an email and had to share the video. I know I have said many times that I have a fear of heights; however, this video simply goes beyond that and fills me with happiness.

PS – the pic below is for Robin Coyle. She knows why.

Wal-Mart!  For Robin.

Wal-Mart! For Robin.

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