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July 22, 2015 I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done. I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them. I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC. |
| Anything written in this story is attributed to Andre's influence. MONKEY BUSINESS FOR ALL Tricksey had her hands on her hips. She threw up one hand pointed her finger and shook it. "No. no. no. Don't even think it". "O.K. I won't think it." Kythera smiled a wide close lipped sarcastic smile."I will do it though, tonight!" Kythera turned walked into her bedroom and quietly closed the door. Later Tricksey heard movement in the library. She gave the door a rather violent push. A young rather slender man was standing by the book shelf. Tricksey gasped, "Kythera is that you?" "Well it isn't anti Matilda!" Looking at a man's watch which now rested on her wrist, Kythera slipped on a suit jacket which matched her three piece suit and tie, complete with tophat. "I'm off." Tricksey followed her to the door peering out as she left. "She looks like her father in that outfit." Kythera had always wondered what went on at the meetings of the Dighton All Men's Club. In Sunday church Reverend Danforth had made an express invitation to the males in the congregation to attend the weekly meeting and hear an acclaimed speaker. Kythera was going to slip in and listen. Mr. Earthly was greeting people at the door. Kythera cringed because he always thought he was the center of the solar system. She waited a few minutes, when he left she slipped into the room. Kythera looked around. The room was a large rectangle with a stage at the front. It held a microphone and had heavy blue curtains at both sides. There were small 2 or 3 person tables setting randomly around the room. They were crowded together and would seat at least 75 or more people. She took one at the far right hand side. Situated close to the wall of windows. The dark drapes across the windows blended with her suit, shielding her from the heavy lights at the front of the room. She took out a small notebook and pencil, so she could take notes if she wanted. The tables were filling fast as men streamed through the entry way. A waiter stopped momentarily at her table and asked what her order would be? In anguish,she attempted to lower her voice and make it rougher as she ordered a Root Beer. The waiter looked at her a little strangely, then moved to another table to take other orders. Soon the waiter was back with a foaming mug of Root Beer, also a bowl of peanuts and pretzels. As he moved away he turned to look at her again. Kythera was beginning to relax a little as know one else seemed to be looking her way. Soon, Lord Richard John Bingham the Earl of Lucan, walked onto the stage and approached the microphone. We have a surprise entertainment. Miguel Corte and his monkey companion are here to tell you about an amazing trip. Let's give them a hand. The Earl turned to his right and spoke. "Miguel?" The room of men clapped loudly as an Indian chief dressed in soft deer hides and a trailing headdress walked onto the stage from behind the heavy blue curtains. His companion was a monkey dressed in a tuxedo and smoking a cigarette. Miguel leaned into the microphone." Um I want you to meet Andre. I just met Andre tonight and he agreed to answer some questions. I'm having some trouble with interpretation so, um, Neil Berriman has agreed to help us understand what Andre has to tell us. Um. Andre could you put out the cigarette it's a no smoking zone?" Andre fumbles in a pocket and pulls out a small ashtray. He places the cigarette in it and spits on it with a whole lot of drool produced by his floppy monkey lips. Then he grinned a big toothy monkey grin and says, "eh,eh, eh." then salutes the audience. Miguel asks, "Andre, what kind of cookies do you like? Andre jumps up and down waving his arms and screeching. "Mr. Berriman did you understand that?" Berriman stands up from a table in front of the stage and joins the two by the microphone. "Andre clearly wants to know, to what kind of cookies are you referring?" Miguel looks puzzled, "Are you referring to ingredients?" Andre started twirling around jumping up and down and making sounds that are assuredly laughter. Berriman says, "Um, he likes the kind that track the people who stop at his website." Miguel draws back in a startled way and says," Oh. well I was referring to the kind you eat." Andre screeches in monkey language, "Banana of course." Which actually everyone in the room understood. Well then Miguel returns to the conversation, what is your favorite beverage? Andre emphasizes, "Banana Daiquiri." Again Miguel is startled into silence. Mr Berriman intervenes, "You travel a lot Andre. Tell us where you recently traveled?" Andre becomes very still for a moment then he moves over to Berriman and whispers into his ear. Lord Lucan has set a large sketchbook on an easel on the stage near the trio. Berriman addresses Andre. "Yes! go ahead show us what you saw." As Andre sketches Berriman turns to the audience. "Andre recently took a cruise on the USS Cyclops to the Greater Antilles." Andre stepped aside giving a clear view of his sketch The sketch shows a saucer like vehicle floating on raging cresting high waves. He had also drawn storm clouds and high gusting winds in the atmosphere above the saucer. Men in the audience were jumping up from their seats. One man shouted, "where is the ship you were on now?" Andre was standing alone in the center of the stage. He just turned his hands upwards in front of his body and shrugged his shoulders. As shouts went up all over the room and most men were on their feet. Kythera got up and quietly slunk out the door. Entering her home, she stripped off the short wig she wore and shook out her long auburn hair. Tricksey flew into the room, " Your back. So, what was it like?" Let me get out of this garb and change into some nice feminine clothes. When she returned to the room she had stripped off the fake mustache, combed her long locks, and settled ino a soft frilly gown. "Well Let's hear it?" Tricksey was biting her nails. "You know how we always talk about how males and females don't understand each other?" "Yes?" "Well you wouldn't believe the kind of monkey business that goes on in an all male meeting." The End Word Count:1104 |
What's the Secret of the Bermuda Triangle? Unless you've never been near a drugstore paperback rack and don't surf cable channels late at night, you've undoubtedly heard of the Bermuda Triangle, aka the Devil's Triangle. It's an area of water between Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda that, according to pop mythology, contains some sort of malevolent force that causes ships, planes, and people to disappear, never to be seen again. Some have put the blame on extraterrestrial invaders capturing humans for study, on inter-dimensional vortices, and even on oceanic flatulence (methane gas erupting from ocean sediments) REFERENCE:https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/bermudatri.html https://www.history.com/topics/folklore/bermuda-triangle https://www.livescience.com/20645-ufo-sightings.html BERMUDA TRIANGLE "during very unstable weather conditions the down burst of cold air from aloft can hit the surface like a bomb, exploding outward like a giant squall line of wind and water. A similar event occurred to Concordia in 2010, off the coast of Brazil. Scientists are currently investigating whether "hexagonal" clouds may be the source of these up-to-170 mph (270 km/h) "air bombs" REFERENCE:BERMUDA TRIANGLE, WIKIPEDIA As recent as two weeks ago. An extremely loud burst of sound struck the area where I live. It was reported by many people on Facebook. Questions were raised about the occurrence. We have been experiencing some unstable weather, weather stations in the area were consulted. One explanation was given that it could have been a meteor entering the atmosphere somewhere close as the sound was reported in many small towns and rural places in the area. To me it sounded like a sonic boom. An object moving faster than the speed of sound causes pressure waves in the atmosphere moving quickly away from the source. I have read about the Bermuda Triangle for many years. It covers approximately, 500,000 square miles of ocean. It is traveled regularly, by ships and airplanes, that never experience anything out of the ordinary. The name for this area was first used by a writer, Vincent Gaddis, in an article written for Argosy Magazine. All over the world in 7 different oceans accidents happen to aircraft and ships. They do not happen more in the Bermuda Triangle, than anywhere else. The Bermuda Triangle is considered folklore; started by writers looking to earn money with fanciful stories. Only instead of the fictional fantasy angle; They built up a supposed angle of reality based on loss of aircraft and ships. Have we lost ships and aircraft in that area? Yes. If we don't have evidence about why and how they were lost it becomes a mystery. Suggested reality says the losses are due to weather conditions, human error, or unexplained natural causes. Finding them in the deep waters of the ocean takes special equipment and salvage. Where to look is always a problem? Someday all the mysteries the earth holds will be solved. As for Andre I've traveled with the mischief monkey. I thought it was always wise to monitor his intake of Banana daiquiri? WORD COUNT: 485-PROMPT 96 WORDS = 389 |
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