Sand shaped by ebbing tide.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Month: June 2013
My Top Ten Risks (Whfff! Crash! Boom!)
You see the plume and … do you run toward it or away?
I’ve got a whole list of risks I might take if only I get the nerve or suffer the judgment lapse. In decreasing order of sanity, they are:
- get a puppy (training a puppy sounds so unpleasant);
- write a novel and publish each chapter on the fly as serial fiction with no future writing in reserve (what if I hit a block? what if yesterday’s chapter was crap?);
- form a rock band and perform (what if no one attends the show? what if they do?);
- host a live talk show (what if I lose my glib?);
- take up surfing (risk of embarrassment is higher than physical risk, given zero chance of my standing to ride a wave);
- meet my heroes (what if they don’t deserve that status?);
- retire before I’ve got enough income (I don’t need to explain this one, do I?);
- sky dive (I be afeared of heights);
- become a tornado chaser (what if I drop my camera and miss that great shot of the looming tornado?);
- become a volcano chaser (when an eruption is eminent – the mountains themselves are not a challenge to catch);
I note that 8, 9, 10 may alleviate some of the risk in 7.
(This post responds to today’s Daily Prompt which asks: what’s the biggest risk you’d like to take…and what would have to happen to get you to take it?)
Decorative Graffiti
I want my garage doors to look like these!
Lower Manhattan – left door
September 2012 – right door
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
An End to Needless Worry
(Today’s Daily Prompt says: write a letter to your least favorite trait.)
Dear Anticipatory Hysteria,
We’ve been together so many years and we will both have to adjust to life apart. But there is no question – it is time for you to go. I remember when you first came around. I was a teenager and noticed that nothing I ever thought would happen, did happen. So I began to imagine terrible things, because if I thought of them then they wouldn’t happen – a mental talisman. But the strategy never really helped. The terrible imaginings didn’t prepare me for other bad things that happened instead. Rather, they cost me so much time, energy and peace of mind — and kept me absorbed in misery that never materialized.
My new strategy is to note that I will have plenty of time to feel bad about something after it actually happens, and in the meantime I will do my best to keep my thoughts in the present tense, and to focus on all the positives, including the fragrance of the jasmine and the sounds of birds greeting the morning, as I write this on my front patio.
From now on I will save my apocalyptic imagination for my novels. There it serves me very well and has proved invaluable as I write my fantasy detective series.
P.S. Wherever you go next, please make room for your parents, Worry and Anxiety. Their eviction is in the works now.
All Mod Cons
Elmore Leonard published the novel Pagan Babies back in 2000 but I just read it this week. It is an Elmore Leonard book, therefore the plot is full of cons and double crosses, the dialog is witty, the prose is terse, and the characters are gritty and lively – oddball yet believable. In this book, Father Terry leaves Detroit half a step ahead of the law to become a rural priest in Rwanda during the recent genocide. During his first mass, some forty souls are slaughtered in front of him where they have sought sanctuary. After five years, Dunn returns to Detroit and gets caught up in the schemes of local mobsters and with Debbie, an aspiring stand-up comic who just got out of prison for hitting her ex-boyfriend with her car. The ex-boyfriend conned her out of $67 grand and she hatches a succession of schemes to get payback.
On LibraryThing and Goodreads I gave this book 4 stars. It probably only merits 3 stars. Consider the fourth a gratitude star. I can always depend on a Leonard novel to be worth reading.
I really needed a good read after having just forced my way through Quinn by Iris Johansen. My first and last Johansen. The writing was flabby and weak. All the dialogue sounded just like the narration and I hated the narration. The characters were romance novel cliches crowbarred into a thriller format. And the plot. Oy, the plot. Sensual, fragile yet tough forensic artist Eve quests for decades to find out what happened to her missing daughter, aided by hunky FBI man and former Navy Seal Quinn. One suspect is her hunky ex-lover, former Army Ranger and father of the missing girl, who doesn’t know whether he killed the girl or not because sometimes his brain short-circuits thanks to torture by North Koreans. But he must be innocent because the daughter’s ghost appears to him as well as Quinn and Eve. Aaaaaaaaaaaa. I can’t say why I wasted the time to finish this (I skimmed the second half) except I knew it was a best seller and wanted to see why. I found no explanation. To restore my faith in book buyers, I tell myself that the other two books in this trilogy must be way better. You won’t get me to test that theory.
Johansen fans – I regret if I have offended you. Looking for a positive – we will never compete for her library books!
(This post comes from this Daily Prompt.)
Insight From a Meat Pan
Posting about the time religion wrang my doorbell reminded me of this (true) anecdote.
There was a woman who always cooked ham for holiday feasts, and as part of the preparations, she always cut both ends off the ham before she put it in the oven. This was how her mother had taught her. She believed it helped to get the seasonings absorbed.
After many years, her children began to question the method. Mom, why do you cut off the ends? It makes the ham dry out.
Suddenly she realized she didn’t know why. Later that day when her mother arrived for dinner, she inquired, and the reply taught her much about unquestioned assumptions. Oh that’s right I forgot we used to do that. We had to cut the ends because the pan we had back then was too short for the ham to fit.
Friendship Circle
Our recently departed cat Boink and our dog Shadow enjoying some couch time together.
Sun on the couch.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Froth and Flow
Incoming surf overtops a sinuous retaining wall.
East Beach, Santa Barbara, at sunset
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Too Close? Or Just Close Enough?
Summer in Chicago. The sculpture is Cloud Gate by Anish Kapoor.
When you get close enough to this…
The same view, under scrutiny…
… it looks like this!
See me? I’m in the middle of the bright bottommost triangle, head titled to my right. To my left is a tall person with a camera. That’s my daughter, who took this spectacular shot.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
And Then The Doorbell Rang…
I have spent my adult life deeply agnostic and religion-avoidant, with two exceptions.
My first summer in college, I went through dark times, and at some point decided it would help if I had faith. I would intermittently pray, along the lines of God if you’re there I know I’m supposed to take you on faith but I can’t so if you could please just give me a sign, I will take it from there. One day, a few minutes after I finished such a prayer, the doorbell rang.
Required Writing 