Archive for January, 2010

You’ve Got My Number

Posted on January 26, 2010 6:17 pm under General

Phone service has come a long way from the 8-party line. Or has it?

With a party line, I had to listen for a ring that identified whether the call was mine. It was a small interruption. But some days, the phone rang incessantly – for other people.

I’ve had a private line for years. Yet, after multiple interruptions one day, I realized that none of the calls were for me:

Good morning. I’m Lisa calling to ask for your support in reelecting Bob Smarmy.
 Sorry, Lisa, I’ve already promised to support my cat.

Good Morning. I’m Cheryl, your account executive, at Cashless Credit Cards. I’m calling today to offer you an exciting new card. You say that you’re on the National Do Not Call Registry? Ma’am , that only applies to companies you don’t have a business relationship with. Since you already have a credit card with us . . .
 So why do I want another one?

This call is for (pause, automated voice) Sam Brokealot. We are calling to discuss an urgent personal business matter with you. If you are not (pause, automated voice) Sam Brokealot, please hang up now . . .
I’d be glad to.

Good morning. I’m David at the The Fire Ant Foundation. I’m sure you’re as concerned as I am about the threatened extinction of these delightful creatures. I want you to know that you can help. Can I count on your donation? . . .
 Of course, David. Put me down for 5 gallons of insecticide.

Good Afternoon. This is Glenda, your account executive at Cashless Credit Cards. I’m calling today to offer you an exciting new card…
What happened to Cheryl? And no, I haven’t changed my mind in the last two hours.

This call is for (pause, automated voice) Jennifer Fundless. We are calling to discuss an urgent personal business matter with you. If you are not . . .

Good Afternoon. This is Bob at Static Cable. We want to be sure that you are getting good reception on your TV. While we’re talking, I’d like to tell you about some exciting new cable packages …
Yeah, that cost three times as much as my current one.

Good Evening. This is Lucifer, your account executive at Cashless Credit Cards. I’m calling today to offer you an exciting new card . . .
 Lucifer, you know where you can go…

This call is for (pause, automated voice) . . .

Hi! It’s Betty. Wondered if you’d like to come over for dinner tomorrow? . . .
Click. Oops! That one really was for me.

Remember party lines? Ah, those were the good old days.



Posted on January 25, 2010 8:52 am under General

I am participating in a new (to me) meme today. It’s hosted by The Simple Woman’s Daybook. Participant’s complete a series of phrases. The phrases stay the same from week to week, but hopefully my answers won’t.

Outside my window… the promise of spring – both the warmth and the rain.

I am thinking… about popcorn. Wish it were a more lofty thought, but popcorn is on my brain.

I am thankful for… living in the same house as my granddaughter. She is my daily dose of sunshine.

I am wearing… one of my comfy blue robes. I have several. I don’t think this item is going to change much.

I am remembering… that it’s my brother’s birthday. I want to call him today and remind him that he is still older than I am.

I am currently reading… the grocery list.

I am going… to add more popcorn to the grocery list.

I am hoping… for more sun and less rain.

On my mind… the refrigerator. Not for any tasty treats. That thing is overdue for a cleaning.

Noticing that… I’m going to need a 2nd cup of coffee this morning.

Pondering these words… “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.”

I am hoping… these words provide motivation to start cleaning the refrigerator.

From the kitchen… popcorn, what else!
If you’d like to join in the fun, head over to The Simple Woman’s Daybook.


If You Build It

Posted on January 25, 2010 1:20 am under Weekend Writer's Retreat
| Comments are off

A couple weeks ago, I was bemoaning my lack of posts over the weekend.  The next day, Calico came up with a wonderful idea, a new meme for writers of all kinds.  With this literary field in mind, Calico embraced the “If you build it, they will come” motto.  Within a couple days she had the Weekend Writers’ Retreat built and ready to go.  We looked forward to the weekend with excitement.  When the retreat was opened for submissions on Friday, we kept peeking and waiting for some posts.  When ours were the only Friday posts, we reassured one another that most folks were waiting for Saturday.  Or Sunday?   Just when they would come was never specified.  Guess we’d missed that in the fine print.

Everyday life can get in the way of our hobbies and dreams.  It takes time to put a submission together.  If you’ve never let the general public view your writing, there’s bound to be some nervousness about it’s reception.  Having started to post a novel that is no where near completion, I can assure you that Grandma understands.   But I figured that I needed to start somewhere.  How about you?

Our dream is a little shaken, but still strong.  And we’re hoping we’ll see your post next week.


Convictions #2: Rick

Posted on January 23, 2010 6:02 am under Convictions, Novel
Tags: , , | 4 Comments

Table Of Contents

Next: Treasure
Previous: Released

The bus left the prison behind. Trentsport dwindled to a few homes, then to woods and fields. The bus crossed the county line. Bethany gradually relaxed. Just viewing the world beyond the prison walls was a pleasure. Her enjoyment was curbed by the startling speed of the bus. Other passengers read or chatted, seemingly oblivious. It took a minute to realize that years of incarceration had left her body unaccustomed to normal travel. It produced a queasiness that caused her to regret the hearty breakfast. She struggled to adjust, but gave up when the bus turned onto the turnpike entrance. She was not ready for anything faster. She turned away from the window and let her mind wander back. Read more »


Posted on January 22, 2010 6:45 am under General

When I was young, I’d wonder why
bad times would come to make me cry.
What had I done? What was the cause?
Were these the fruits of divine laws?

Now that I’m old, each day’s a gift:
the good, the bad, the subtle rift.
My life flows swift towards end of time
and I am glad that they are mine.

Unfulfilled literary aspirations?.
Join us at the Weekend Writer’s Retreat to share your work.
Or just stop by to appreciate others’.