Saturday, December 24, 2011
Don't know about your Facebook Friends, but most of those who aren't related to me are pretty cool. The relatives of the shirt-tail variety are a whole nother kettle of fish. I'd never heard of shirt-tail relatives until I moved to the Midwest -- apparently that means anyone who's related by... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Q. When's the best time to paint your bathroom?
A. During the Christmas shopping/planning season. When I moved into this house the bathroom was not only antique in its fixtures, it was painted in ugly colors: Hershey bar brown beadboard on the bottom half, desert tan on the top.At some point I painted the upper half an odd shade that was almost... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
"Whinge" -- Remember this darlin' Irish colleen?
She moved away from Blogit a couple years ago. While she was here she wrote about her move from Ireland to the wilds of New Jersey, USA. She used to blog about differences in our culture from that of Ireland, about getting to know her husband's family, about looking for a job, etc. This a.m. when I... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
About Sunrise -- it will be continued, but not today
There's stuff going on here in Dullsville. Baking cookies, checking details, cleaning, prepping, etc. I've sorta kinda set up a drop-in cookie fest for Saturday. So time's a wasting, and I've no time to follow Butch and find out what he saw and why he had to drop out of sight. Someone's after him,... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
It's gone, baby, gone!
I deleted my previous entry -- the one I posted this a.m. "Christmas: What's it all about?" was something that should have stayed in my thoughts, and not on my blog. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comments. I realized later it was just wrong. The one who made me think about the matter, I... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunshine - cont'd.
Backstory Don Cassidy, AKA “Butch,” was his latest pseudonym. This characterization felt the closest to his authentic self as any role he'd played before he bugged out. As Butch he stayed away from every place they might look for him, the uptown coffee shops, the “in” restaurants, art galleries,... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sunrise - part 4
Art hung his fedora and the mackintosh on the coatrack and took a seat one down from Officer Doan. Sal poured a coffee and set it in front of him. “What’ll it be, Art?” “I’ll take the special, Sal, if there’s any left. It’s meat loaf today, isn’t it?” “You know it.” She gave the order to Chen, and... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Sunrise - part 3 (draft)
- continued – Around six-thirty p.m. (1830 hours) a black and white pulled up to the curb in front of the Sunrise. Officer Doan, three years out of the Academy, adjusted his hat, checked the strap over his Glock, and headed inside. He was doing follow-up on the Cassidy case, not that there was a... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Sunshine - Part 2 -- rough draft --
- Continued - It had been a while. Art didn’t remember for sure which of the World War Two defense houses belonged to Butch. They were all alike, shake roofs, in need of paint and a bit of a nip-tuck, same narrow porches, same three-steps, same handrails. But Sunny had no problem, ran right up the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Sunrise, part 1 -- first draft --
Sal had run the Sunrise for years, tips were lean, the diner’s clientele were mostly pensioners, guys looking for work, night shift cops on a coffee break. She made enough to get by, but not much more. Art was a regular, ate all his meals there except when a day job took him to another part of the... Sign in to see full entry.