Can’t Find It – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Flower/Flour

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Flower/Flour

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 22/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flower/flour.” Use one, use both, it’s totally up to you. Enjoy!

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Today for SOCS, Linda has given us the prompt words ‘flower/flour’. Thanks, Linda!

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Where is it? Why can’t I find it? It was right here…I just saw it not long ago, but it’s just not here. Where did it go? Where did I put it? It’s always right here.

These are my thoughts, and I also say them out loud to myself when I can’t find something. I don’t claim to be any which way of organized, because I’m surely not, but when you know you have something, I’d think it should be in the last place you saw it. Right?

That never happens. I’ve been looking since I saw the prompt, because I had an idea of what to write about, but what I was looking for just is not here. I wanted to take a photo of it, now that idea went bust.

I’ll probably find it later today, or tomorrow, in the exact place I was looking today. That’s the way it goes.

Anyway… what I was looking for is a book. It is an illustrated how to book of making cute little flour/salt doo-dads or ornaments. They are really easy to make, and we’ve made them before. It takes salt and flour and water, then you either let air dry, or bake for a little bit until dry, then you can paint them. We’ve made the occasional Christmas ornament, or magnets, or just fun little figures.

Now, I can’t take a photo of the colorful cover of the book I can’t find. Do you even know or have seen these craft items I’m trying to talk about? Surely, everyone has, at one time or another?

Well, I post photos of flowers every day, so I wanted to use the other prompt word in a slightly different way…flour…but not as used in edible food.

So, how do I end this?

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Pretend that is a photo of the salt/flour book cover.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 54

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 54

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Steve and Ghost woke late, almost noon, to rain falling, but it didn’t cool anything off, as the day was so humid already. The old house had a few leaks in the roof, only showing where they were when it rained enough. They put pans under the leaks, and figured someday they should patch them up. Hoping to catch a breeze, they sat in the swing, out on the big covered porch, having their coffee. They were at loose ends, this day…just taking it easy around the house…too wet to go anywhere.

As they worked on some songs, Steve asked, “Hey, how’s your throat today?” After just getting over his strep throat, and then singing for hours, the night before, Ghost sounded a little hoarse.

“It’s okay, I guess, but I need to be quiet for awhile.”

Steve nodded, then told Ghost that lately, he’d seen him wandering around in the night, doing weird things; things like going in and out the front and back doors, talking to himself, or to spooks…just odd things. Ghost had no recollection of doing any of that.

“I think you’re sleepwalking,” said Steve. “I’m afraid you’re gonna go out the door and get lost or something.”

“What if I did, Steve? Would you come find me?”

“Guess I would, but I think maybe I should tie ya down to the bed, or handcuff ya, so ya don’t go wandering off, heh, heh.” Steve said, as he winked.

“Mmm-hmm,”Ghost said, raising his eyebrows, as he gave Steve a look. “You’re sick, man,” he said, not totally serious.

“Yeah, but you’d get off on it, Ghost. I think we should try it tonight.”

Ghost sighed. “Whatever…” He smiled, then went back to writing in his journal.

After awhile the breeze kept blowing a little more, splashing raindrops onto them, so they moved back inside.

Steve couldn’t stop thinking about their earlier discussion. Would Ghost really let him handcuff him to the bed? His mind was going into possibilities, then he remembered…he did have some cuffs. They were a gag gift from Terry, a long time ago, but they were real ones. Now, if he could just find them. He got up and rummaged around in his bedroom. “Ah-hah!” he said, as he pulled them from a box of junk in his closet

“Hey, Ghost, look what I found,” he said, as he came back into the living room. He dangled them in front of Ghost.

“Sheesh, Steve, are you serious?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Don’t want you to get lost in the woods,” Steve said. “I think we should really try them out tonight.”

“You got a key for those things?”

“Uh-huh, sure I do,” Steve said. He ran back to the box and searched, until he did find the key.

“See, here it is,” he showed Ghost.

“Fine, Steve…you wanna play around, then I guess I’ll go along.” Ghost smiled, thinking it might be fun after all; and besides, he really didn’t want to get lost in the woods.

They went back to whatever they could find to do…changing the pans under the leaks, and discussing where they should go on their road trip. Deciding to just head to the west, they’d get some gigs at local clubs they found, in the towns they passed through. They were in no hurry to get anywhere…just wanted to travel around until they got tired of it, and then they’d head back home.

They looked outside a few times; the rain and wind was coming in more frequent bursts, now.

“Is this gonna be a hurricane, Steve?” asked Ghost.

“Could be, I guess, but we’ve been through lots of hurricanes before. No big deal, probably,” Steve said, even though he was getting a little worried about it. He turned on the TV but got only static. They didn’t have cable, way out here on Burnt Church Road, so it wasn’t unusual to get bad reception. The radio was the same way.

Nightfall seemed to come early. The sun hadn’t been out all day, and the gloomy darkness closed in on the old house in the woods. They could hear the wind blowing through the cracks around the windows and doors…a mournful whistling, that gave them the shivers.

Ghost yawned and stretched, saying he was going to bed and get under the blankets to get warm. The air had finally cooled off. Steve followed him into the bed. They kissed and cuddled each other, absorbing warmth from their bodies. It didn’t take long to give each other the pleasure they both craved.

Steve reached over and brought up the handcuffs. “Ready?” he asked.

At this point, Ghost was ready for anything Steve suggested. Moaning a little, he nodded assent. Steve took Ghost’s left wrist and snapped the cuff closed, then raised Ghost’s arm and snapped the other side of the cuff to the old iron bedstead’s top frame. The final click served to make them both hyper aware of what they were doing…and neither wanted to stop. Afterwards, they were totally relaxed, and fell asleep, their arms and legs entwined…and Ghost’s arm was still handcuffed to the rail.

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In the deep of night sleep, they were awakened by loud crashes. It sounded like the end of the world to them, there in the dark, with wind howling through the house. Ghost’s bedroom was being torn apart. Tree branches were whipping them both, while cold, wind driven rain stung their naked bodies. The big pine tree in their front yard had fallen, crashing into the roof, smashing the walls to the bedroom, and just missing them, there on the bed.

Being that Missing Mile was barely above sea level, the rising flood water from the Atlantic was coming in the house in waves, and rising fast. Ghost and Steve screamed, and clung to each other, but couldn’t hear anything but the roaring of the wind. Steve knew they had to go somewhere besides the house; it would be bad if the house did come down on them. He didn’t know where to go, though.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

 

 

10 Essential Kitchen Items

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10 Essential Kitchen Items

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Just ran across a couple of my favorite blogs, and found … kitchen lists!

I believe Laura got it started with her post on “Riddle From the Middle” (link below).

gratitude: 10 items from the kitchen

Then, I saw that Melanie posted her own list on “Sparksfromacombustiblemind” (link below).

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2018/09/19/a-list-from-the-kitchen/

Go check them out…their lists are different from mine, and so fun to read! 🙂 I agree with most all they listed, so will name different things here.

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My list of 10 Essential Kitchen Items are:

Small food thermometer.

I use this every day, to see if I’ve gotten the food heated to the right temperature. I’m so paranoid about under done food, it sure helps put my mind at ease. Seems everything you cook has a recommended temp. to achieve, and now I can be sure.

Small wire strainer.

I use mine a lot, well…to strain things. I can’t eat small seeds, so I use the strainer to filter them out, whether wet foods or dry foods. Case in point would be picante sauce. It is so yummy, but is full of tomato seeds. Also, packets of spice combos have tiny pepper seeds in there, so I filter them out, while the rest of the flavorings strain through, leaving the seeds behind.

Pot holders.

I couldn’t imagine not having a pot holder to grab onto hot pots and pans. I guess I could use a towel, but those mitten type pot holders are the best.

Microwave.

For me it is essential for heating up food and coffee. I don’t like cold, or semi-warm of either, so use the microwave a lot. I used to have one of those giant sized ones, and it definitely came in handy in the past. We rented a place that had no stove, and we didn’t have one to install, so I cooked everything in that big ‘ol microwave. Except for frying things, it worked great. For frying, I used our Stir Crazy popcorn popper!

Knives, Forks, & Spoons.

I sure am glad we have these eating utensils. Do you have your favorite ones to use? I do, and look for those every time. Don’t take my little fork, and big spoon!

Kitchen table.

We hardly ever eat at the kitchen table any more, but we sure do use that table a lot. It’s where we work our jigsaw puzzles, and fold up laundry, and do crafts, and pile up papers before we have to deal with them.

Good silicone spatulas.

I never knew how useful these were, until we got some. I’d usually had the regular kind of plastic, but they were so easy to melt when they got too hot while stirring something. These silicone ones don’t melt and we use them all the time.

Kitchen timer alarm bell.

I’m forever going off and leaving something cooking on the stove or in the oven, and then completely forgetting about it. If I didn’t have the alarm ringing for the set time, I’d have even more food burned.

Cotton dish towels.

I never have enough of these. I use them for pretty much everything, even when a paper towel is handy. I need to get some new ones, as the ones I have now are getting raggedy. I used to embroidery cute pictures on plain white cotton flour sack dish towels, to give for gifts to people at Christmas. They are sturdy, and last a long time. Just regular terry cloth dish towels are great, too.

Real Aluminum baking pans.

There are lots of kinds of baking pans, but I’ve always liked the aluminum ones. They are getting hard to find, though. We looked for some pie pans, and couldn’t find any. I have quite a few really old ones, and it seems the older they are, the better they are. I have muffin tins, and pie pans, and cookie sheets, and square pans, and round ones, too. Some I’ve had for years, and some belonged to my grandma. These are the real deal! They don’t rust, and they aren’t the teflon kind that scratch. If you ever find some old ones, they are worth it.

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That’s all for my list, though I know I could think of more. What would you like to list as favorite items in the kitchen?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 53

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 53

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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After all had calmed down from the attempted kidnapping of Ghost, and the arrest of Maxy, Kinsey had had enough. Steve continued to pack up their equipment, as Kinsey kept talking.

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“I’m closing the club for awhile,” said Kinsey. I’m taking a much needed break, a long vacation. Don’t know if, or when, I’ll open up again.”

“Aw, Kinsey, you’ll be back. Get rested…then you won’t be able to stay away. Please don’t go away forever,” Steve said.

“Well, we’ll see,” Kinsey said, smiling back at Steve. “What are your plans, now?”

“I think me and Ghost are gonna take a road trip, too. Maybe play a few bars and clubs…whatever we find along the way, you know, check out the rest of the world beyond Missing Mile.”

“Oh, you never told me about the new car…” Kinsey mentioned.

“Well, that’s a weird story, Kinsey. We found out miz Deliverance left more than just the house to Ghost. She left him a bunch of money over in the bank, in Raleigh…so, we checked it out.”

“And…” Kinsey asked.

“And…we’ll be okay,” Steve grinned. “Well, better than okay. She included me in her wishes, and…well, me and Ghost…well…it’s more than we’ll ever, ever have time to spend in our whole lives.”

Kinsey raised his eyebrows.

“Kinsey, don’t tell anyone else, we trust you…so, I guess Ghost don’t care if I tell you…she left us two million dollars. I don’t know how it happened, but there it all was, in cash, in a bank vault…just waiting for us.”

Kinsey was flabbergasted. His old friend had stashed away that much? “My, God, Steve…I don’t even know what to say.”

“Yeah, we can hardly believe it either. So we got the car and paid in full with some of that money. She told me to manage it for Ghost…you know, ’cause he don’t know anything about money…so, that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll look after Ghost as best as I can. I know we have our problems sometimes, but…you know I love Ghost…I love him so much, Kinsey. My heart is so full of emotion every time I look at him. He’s my very soul, and if anything ever happened to him…well, I wouldn’t even exist either.” He brushed a hand over his face to wipe the tears away.

“I know, Steve, I can see it between the both of you. Not many people would understand, but I’ve known you both so many years…well, there’s no denying it…y’all were meant to be together, yeah, forever. So, I’ll be away, and y’all will be away…guess someday we’ll make it back here.”

“Of course, Kinsey, this is home. We’ll never leave it behind. It’s a part of us all.”

Kinsey nodded. “Hey, where is Ghost, anyway?”

They looked around the club, but didn’t see him. Then, looking outside, they saw Ghost sitting up on the hood of the new car, leaning back on the windshield. He was staring up into the dark, midnight sky, filled with thousands of sparkly stars. They could hear him talking softly to all the unseen spirits that always surrounded him.

Steve and Kinsey smiled.  “That’s our Ghost,” Steve said. “Hey, what ‘cha lookin’ at?” he asked, as he climbed up to lean back with Ghost.

Kinsey shook his head at the two of them, as he went back inside the club.

“Stars,” said Ghost.

“Who ya talkin’ to?” 

Steve was hoping for more than a one word answer, but Ghost just replied, “Stars.”

“Hmm,” began Steve, but then Ghost started talking about mystical things. Steve knew that once Ghost got going, he’d hear all kinds of crazy things from his weird and wonderful friend. He loved it…Ghost stories, he called them. Sometimes they were just made up stuff, and some were dreams Ghost had had, and some were like landmarks to look for in the future. He’d get a feeling of deja-vu, and then remember…oh, yeah, Ghost said this would happen, and here it is, just like he said. So weird…

“So, you know what, Steve?” Ghost asked. “These stars here that we’re lookin’ at…these ones are the same ones the other side of the world are seeing. How can that be?”

Steve knew he didn’t have to answer.

“And, these stars – well, some aren’t there anymore – they burned out already, but their light is just now getting in our eyes. That’s too sad. Poor little stars. That’s why we have to look at them now, so…so…well…so they won’t be alone in the night of their last little star-shine. We’re here to keep them company, and that’s who I was talking to…to say to them ‘I loved seeing your light, you made me happy tonight, it was such a pretty sight, I wished upon your light, that we would never fight, and the ocean will catch you when you fall, and be like diamonds in the deep, so guess I shouldn’t weep, maybe I’ll see you again someday’.”

By then, Ghost was singing the words to a haunting melody he’d made up on the spot. That was his genius lyrical mind at work…spontaneous and magical. Steve was fascinated.

“I love you, Ghost,” Steve said simply.

“I know,” Ghost said dreamily, “thank you for loving me, Steve.

Steve smiled. It was time for them to go home. He’d tell Ghost of his plans for a road trip, later.

And, so they left for home, that late night, never knowing what the future would bring for sure, but knowing they would be there to face it together. They didn’t notice that Ghost’s stars were slowly fading behind a thick mist of clouds. They both tumbled into bed, and were fast asleep, by the time the warnings were posted.

During the night, the tropical storm that had been pounding the Caribbean Islands, had developed into a hurricane, and was gathering strength. As morning dawned, it was moving into the Atlantic, and was aiming at the Georgia and Carolina’s coastal region. Outer bands of rain gusted on the wind, driving the sea spray in front of it.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.