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 |    My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon. |
| Sunday, April 12 th Prompt by Carol St. Ann (881) 4/12 Staying at Home: Daydreaming The good the bad and the ugly things about your house have been getting on your last nerve. Today fate has smiled on you. You’re the recipient of a 1 or 2 room renovation on your favorite Home-Reno show. It will be at no cost to you and will (of course) be completed in an hour. Which show would it be? Which room (but not more than 2 ) would you redo? Smile for the cameras, and describe the experience. Smile? You do realize that I've been self-isolated for several weeks now, don't you? My hair has declared a mutiny. In protest, it seems to be tripling its length. Without sunshine or much fresh air, my hair is a growing concern. I do not have the gardening shears , or the expertise to whack trim it back. What's that lovely descriptive? My coiffure looks like a rat's nest. Okay, I could wear a hat, but hats and I agree to disagree. So, there will be no cost for this miracle? I cannot argue with this. And all of this will be completed in an hour? Really? As long as I'm not the one cleaning up the mess afterwards, I'm on board. Initially and compulsively, I thought I'd like a new and improved kitchen. For years, I've dreamed of wall-mounted ovens, a dishwasher, oodles of cupboards and deep drawers, miles of countertops, gigantic appliances... you know, "the dream kitchen." Sigh. I live alone most of the time now and what would I do with all this grand space? Cooking for one doesn't require a football field-sized area. I've got it! Could I have a library/den? My books and collectibles, you know knick-knacks, photos, memorabilia, greenery/plants/indoor grow op. ...my stuff needs a more generous space. Everything is rubbing shoulders, vying for breathing room. Perhaps I could indulge in some new(er) furniture, too. I'd like a haven, a tranquil nook, a retreat of sorts. Choosing the bestower of my makeover is not an easy task. A plethora of renovators flood the market. While their respective television programs are not my usual fare, I did binge-watch a few during my knee replacement recuperation. I believe in supporting Canadian enterprise, so I choose Bryan and Sarah Baeumler to work their makeover magic. They reside near Toronto and I reside about a three to four hour drive from there. Bryan provides the muscle, the physical carpentry and such. His wife is the style guru. They seem to share my vision, or at least understand it. They can not help but notice the crowded conditions my books live in. The two of them design and create floor to ceiling book cases of oak that stretch over an archway. They incorporate cubbies and nooks. They gift me with a window seat cushioned with floral-printed pillows. The real surprise is a soaker hot tub! How could they possibly know that is a dream of mine? How did Bryan install the plumbing? And in an hour? They are miracle workers, true geniuses, visionaries! How would I describe this experience? Both my home and I felt pampered and loved. We feel as if we were treated to a luxury spa "the deluxe works package." We glow. We enjoyed the camaraderie, the professionalism, the undeniable results. Thank you Bryan and Sarah! Smile? Oh, I'm grinning. And I did not have to sweep, vacuum, dust, rearrange, lift anything. I suppose I was so bedazzled, but I do not recall seeing the camera people. Where were they? They are like ninjas, silent and hidden. I expected blinding flood lights and cables to trip over. This is the type of renovation I appreciate. No broken finger nails, stubbed toes, splinters, whacked thumbs, bruises, or abrasions of any kind. |
| Blog Prompt for Day 3 - In today's mystery blog challenge you'll write a detailed description of a MURDER scene. Da - Da - Daaaa You'll have a victim and a cast of suspects, including possible murder weapons, motive, etc. End your entry with this challenge to your readers. "It's up to you to solve this murder in a comment on my entry." Merit Badges will be awarded to the best MURDER scene and the best solution to the mystery. Nobody leave the building! Detective Salmon strode into a dim corridor eerily silent and free of crowds. A few weeks ago, he'd visited this same location with his family and they'd been buffeted along by a teeming throng humming with excitement. Thanks to Covid-19 this tourist attraction had been shuttered to the public. He shook his head. He thought it was a shame, but Ripley's Aquarium would be bustling soon enough. Not knowing what to expect he followed the seemingly endless walls of glass illuminated from within and showcasing millions of fish darting and floating in the clear water. This constant motion created rippling shadows reflected on the rubber flooring. As with most sudden death scenes, he knew when he'd found the spot. He suppressed a gasp and the involuntary shiver squeezing his spine. Nothing could prepare him for this. A man's bloated body bumped against the side of the immense tank nudged by rhythmic waves. Dressed in a grey uniform and red sneakers, the D.B. or Dead Body stared through sightless bulging eyes. He appeared to be swathed in a net that wound around his lower jaw and neck. The tips of his fingers were absent and his hands bloodied. Salmon spied several angry open wounds on the legs and arms still oozing red streams that formed a halo around the corpse. Peaking from the torn material were purplish welts. Something glimmered on the coral covered floor and the detective spied a pointed spear. It looked out of place amongst the vibrant reds, pinks, blues, and yellows. Tearing his gaze from the surreal scene, Salmon introduced himself to the young policeman standing guard. He appreciated that he'd not been inundated as soon as he'd arrived. He liked to soak up a crime scene undisturbed. "Hello Detective Salmon. I'm Officer Law, Marshall Law. I see you pursing your lips and tilting your head. That really is my name. Mom had a strange sense of humour." "What can you tell me about the deceased, Officer? Do we have an i.d.?" "Yes sir. This is Speckle Trout, a custodian here. According to the manager, who discovered the body this morning, Trout came by his nickname because he dabbled with stock speculation. He planned to make a killing from his portfolio." "What's the net worth?" "I dunno, maybe twenty dollars." "Huh? No, his net worth? Did someone get greedy? Where would a janitor get funds for investing? Could he have borrowed from a loan shark?" A shadow passed over their heads and both men looked up to see a sleek shark shimmy through the glass saltwater-filled arch joining two immense fish tanks. It lead a parade of rainbow-coloured fish, big and small. A giant black stingray loomed nearby. Glancing back to the body, the men noticed bobbing jellyfish, translucent and ribbon-legged. "Do you think the sea life killed him? Did he drown, or did a shark attack him? I believe I read somewhere that jellyfish sting. Could that be lethal? And what about that huge stingray? Didn't someone famous die from a bite?" "Sir, I believe that was Steve Irwin. " "Right, right so it was. Do we have any suspects?" "Well sir, I never considered the possibility of a loan shark, but yes I have a list of suspects. The manager is also the father of Trout's ex-girlfriend. They recently broke up and according to Dad, it was all Trout's doing. He explained away his leaving by saying there were more fish in the sea and he showed his ex a screenshot of his application to an online dating service, Plenty of Fish. So, she could be angry and seeking revenge. Maybe she and her father tag teamed this murder. The other custodian described Trout as a cold fish, acting all hoity-toity and stuff. He could've had enough. I think that's the list, sir." "Well Officer Law all we have is speculation at the moment. There appears to be four suspects and multiple murder weapons. There's not much more we can do here. We'll have more answers after the coroner fishes him out." It's up to you to solve this murder in a comment on my entry. |
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