Monthly Archives: August 2021

Color Your World – Almond

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Color Your World – Almond

https://toy.photography/2021/08/31/color-your-world-almond/

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  • Almond Hue Family is Yellow
  • Crayola Crayon Almond
  • Desert Sand with green scrub brush (Monahans Sandhill State Park, TX)
  • Almond colored chicken
  • My drawing of the word almond and colored in
  • Half completed jigsaw puzzle with almond colored kitty

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Flower of the Day -Yucca

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Flower of the Day – Yucca

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These were part of the landscaping outside a restaurant. They’re pretty typical of the type we see around here.

When I got closer, I noticed the large, green pods. Could they be seed pods?

So, I searched around and found out it is called Red Yucca, and is native to this desert area here in west TX, and on to the south into Mexico.

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Very tall stems with red flowers coming up from spiky green leaves

 

 

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2021/08/30/fotd-august-31-dahlia-2/

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© 2021 BS

Doodles & Dreams

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Doodles & Dreams

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This is a drawing of an elephant I did a long time ago. It has lots of flowery designs inside the outline of the elephant. Then I wrote these words all around – Good Luck, Love, Peace, Light.

Click on the photo to enlarge. 🙂

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Dream

April 16, 2007

I was putting red dye on my hair, but first I had to spread it on some paper (2), like those Bingo sheets. It kept drying out too fast. Then I put it all over my hair, but forgot to time it.

I think I left it on about 2 hours! While waiting I think I went somewhere. People looked at me funny, but oh well … then I came home and people came over. I decided to rinse it off in the sink, so I did.

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Flower of the Day – Xerophyllum

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Flower of the Day – Xerophyllum

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These large green plants have spiky and sharp green stems that flare out. They are commonly known here as bear grass, or yucca, but their other name is Xerophyllum. In this photo it is in the foreground and behind that is a rose bush with red flowers.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2021/08/29/fotd-august-30-dahlia-2/

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 194

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 194

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“Ghost, I know you’re real. I’m not afraid to touch you…why would you say that?” Steve asked. He came over to Ghost, and held him in his arms. There was no hesitation. “You hear me? I love you…I’m not afraid of you.”

Ghost nodded. “But, last night you were, and I can’t help what I do in my dreams. Just that you saw one. I sleepwalk, remember? Sometimes it’s me, and sometimes it’s my spirit.” He looked up into Steve’s eyes, hoping he’d understand.

“We all have one…even you. I guess your’s don’t want to come out right now, so I never saw two of you.”

Steve wrinkled his nose, and sniffed. “Yeah, that was pretty freaky, seeing that last night…kinda unexpected, ya know, but now I do know what was going on, it’s okay. Just, uh, do you know what you’re doing when you separate like that?”

Ghost thought about it for a moment. “Well, I kinda do. It’s like I’m having a dream, and I know I am, and I can see myself asleep…but then I’m asleep for real, so I don’t see me walking around doing stuff. I don’t know, Steve, it’s hard to explain. He looked down, frowning, now. “It happened when I was dead, too, and…well…other times, when I was awake, and my self can’t deal with it so good, and the inside me takes over for awhile.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know any more, Steve.”

“I’m glad you tried to explain it to me,” Steve said, and gave him a kiss. “Just know I love you…all of you…whatever you’re doing.” He didn’t want either of them to dwell on the time Ghost was dead, or the other times he’d had to separate, to deal with his pain.

“Yes, me too about you,” Ghost said.

The coffee was ready, so they got their mugs. Ghost added plenty of cream and sugar to his, and Steve drank his black, as usual.

“That meeting with my sister, is today. I’m still nervous about it, but I want to find out what happened to her, all these years.”

“Uh-huh, that’ll be good to know,” Ghost said.

“Do you have any feelings about it? Do you have a sense of how it’ll go?” Steve asked.

Shaking his head, Ghost said, “No, and I’m trying not to. I’ll hear about her plans when you tell me.”

“So, you’re not coming with me?” Steve asked.

“No, it’s better you see her by yourself. She don’t know me, and might feel like she can’t say stuff yet.”

“Well, guess I should get on over there,” Steve said, getting up from the kitchen table.

“Don’t you want something to eat first?”

“Oh, just something quick, I guess. Maybe a peanut butter sandwich, and some milk. Would you make it for me, while I go get ready?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, and began to get the food out. He then brought it out to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. Turning on the tv, he watched a minute, while a commercial for Christmas shopping at a store in Raleigh, was on. He hummed along to the music. It reminded him that he needed to call Zach, about the car delivery, again. It could be any day now.

Steve came out of his bedroom, grabbed the sandwich, eating it in pretty much two bites. Ghost didn’t have much time to say anything, but at the last second, he blurted out, “Can I keep the phone?”

Steve turned from the door, just before going out. “You need the phone…why?”

“Uh, ’cause I gotta talk to Zach…you know…”

Steve smiled. “Oh, sure…” He fished the phone from his pocket, tossing it over to Ghost. “Call me if you need anything…now that you have the phone.” He opened the door, taking a couple of steps out onto the porch, then was puzzled at what he saw on the top step.

“Hey, Ghost…come here a minute. What’s this doing here?”

“Huh? What’s there?” Ghost asked, as he walked over to the door.

They stood there, just looking at a long-stemmed, red rose, and a card attached, with a ribbon.

Ghost bent to pick it up.

“Wait…” Steve said. “It might be a booby trap.” He pulled Ghost back.

“What? A what…?” Ghost asked. “It’s a flower, Steve, it’s not a booby…whatever you said.”

“Well, be careful, then. Go ahead, see who it’s from,” Steve said.

Ghost bent down, picking it up, and smelling the sweet fragrance…his favorite. Taking off the card, he started reading it. His face drained of color. “Oh my God, Steve…look, it’s from Maxey.”

Steve yanked the card away, to read it himself. It was handwritten, and said ‘Ghost, I enjoyed watching your show last night. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. Love, Maxey’. Steve read it aloud.

“Son of a bitch,” he yelled. He looked out across the woods, and down the dirt road, as if he could spot his enemy hiding there. “If you’re out there, I’ll find you. Don’t be coming up to our house, sneaking around in the middle of the night. Ghost don’t want no part of you and your little gift.”

“Steve…Steve…he’s not here. I’d know if he was,” Ghost said.

Whirling around, Steve said, “What? You’d know? Why didn’t ya know last night, when he was here. Huh? ‘Cause you was out of yourself, gallivanting around half the night, that’s why.” He was getting angrier by the minute.

“Steve, calm down…he’s not here, and if he does come back, I’ll lock the doors. I don’t ever want to see him.”

“Ghost, listen…he was in the club last night. How did he go unnoticed, by us…by Kinsey?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he was disguised, or something. And, we were busy, ya know,” Ghost said.

“Well, you can’t stay here now, by yourself. Get ready; you’re coming with me,” Steve said, pushing Ghost back inside.

“No, it’s okay…I have stuff to do here,” Ghost protested.

“You can call Zach while I’m talking to Linda. Whatever else there is to do can wait. Now, get yourself dressed, and let’s go,” Steve insisted.

Ghost sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine…” he said, stomping off to his room. He sensed that Maxey was long gone from Missing Mile, by now, but the way his senses had been acting unreliable, off and on, lately, he wasn’t sure he could trust them.

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In the car, on the way to the club, they were both agitated. “This is just what I needed, ya know? This meeting’s got me nervous already, and now Maxey lurking around…he must be out of jail now,” Steve said.

Ghost was irritated, that Steve had made him come to town with him. “I’m not no baby, Steve. I can stay home alone just fine. And, he’s gone now, anyway. Take me back.”

They glared at each other. Both started to say something, then stopped. They continued the rest of the way in silence. Steve pulled into the parking lot at the club, then said, “Ghost, I’m sorry. I jut don’t want to take any chances…you know? I know you can take care of yourself.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Ghost said. “I’m not mad at you.”

They hugged, and got out of the car.  “I hope the meeting with your sister goes okay, too. I like her already,” Ghost said.

Steve smiled, “I think I like her, too.”

They went inside, finding Linda and Kinsey in the office, having their coffee. “Hey, guys…come on in,” Kinsey said.

“Hi, Steve…Ghost…we were just saying how much we enjoyed the show last night,” Linda said.

Ghost bounced down on the couch, with Linda. “Ya did? I liked it too. Did ya like the music? Steve did good on it. He figures out how it’s gonna sound, and some of those songs he wrote…and did ya get a CD of ours? It has more songs on it, and Steve sings good on there, too.” He had to stop, to take a breath.

Linda laughed. “Yes, Ghost, I liked the music and songs, and I did get a CD, and a book, and yes, Steve and you sing really good.” She was being bounced around on the couch, too, along with Ghost. “I like you, Ghost. You are so enthusiastic, and it makes me happy. I can tell you make my brother happy, too.”

Steve was getting embarrassed at all the compliments. “Aw, thanks, Sis…are we ready to talk, now?’

Linda nodded, and got up from the couch. “Sure…where should we go?”

“Oh, hey… y’all can use the office,” Kinsey said. “It’s more private. Me and Ghost can hang out in the club, or kitchen, or something.” He got up from his chair, motioning for Ghost to follow.

“Yeah, I gotta write on my wall, anyway,” Ghost said.

“You still have the phone, Ghost?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, somewhere,” Ghost said, feeling around in his old Army jacket pocket. “Yeah, here it is.” He followed Kinsey out to the kitchen.

“I’m getting things ready for tonight; you can help if you want,” Kinsey said.

“Maybe in a little while. I’m gonna do other things first.” Ghost said.

“Sure, go ahead,” Kinsey said, getting out supplies for his sandwiches and soup.

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© 2019 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.

Small Town Hypocrite – Song Lyric Sunday

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Small Town Hypocrite – Song Lyric Sunday

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For SLS today we have songs about either hypocrites, fraud, phony, pretender, or snob.  Thanks, Jim!

.To join in this fun weekly challenge, and to see other entries, just click the link below.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/08/28/was-shakespeare-a-fraud/

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Just browsing around for a song to fit today’s prompt words I found this one by Caylee Hammack. I’d never heard of this artist or her song, but I like it a lot. In an interview she said it is mostly autobiographical about what happened to her. She gave up a college musical scholarship to be with her boyfriend. They had big dreams, but after seven years, it just wasn’t happening. After their break-up she headed to Nashville to follow her original dreams and plans.

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From a Wiki article:

Hammack wrote “Small Town Hypocrite” while still being a staff writer, together with Jared Scott, about the breakup with her boyfriend who cheated on her, which eventually brought her to Nashville. Later she found out that he lived in a double-wide trailer, which made its way into the song’s final verse.[17] The song was officially released on February 21, 2020.[18]

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Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters
Homecoming queen couldn’t be an outsider
So there I’d sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket
I found a boy who was a stranger too
In a one-horse town at a stable for two
We had matching scars and matching tattoos
Both dying to fit in
Ain’t that some shit
We’re just small-town hypocrites
And that scholarship was a ship that sailed
When I chose you and daddy gave me hell
I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you
Took all my plans and I put ’em in a box
Phantom pains for the wings I lost
Had me circling rings in the catalogs
For seven years and you never got the hint
Ain’t that some shit
I’m just a small-town hypocrite
Swore we’d be running, running, running this town
But you’re just running, running, running around
And I’m staring at a picket fence
Wondering where the hell time went
I should’ve been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around
Love shot me out like a rocket
Never to return and man, I forgot it
How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands
I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket
You said you needed space and damnit I bought it
‘Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids
Ain’t that some shit
You’re just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh)
Swore we’d be running, running, running this town
But you’re still running, running, running around
And I’m staring at a picket fence
Wondering where the hell time went
I should’ve been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around
Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should’ve been
The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn’t catch
Like a small-town hypocrite
Just a small-town hypocrite
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Jared Scott Slocum
Small Town Hypocrite lyrics © Universal Music Corp., 27 Entertainment, Sounds Like Chet Publishing, Apfm
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2021 BS

 

Flower of the Day – Wildflower

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Flower of the Day – Wildflower

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I saw these pretty yellow wildflowers (or maybe a weed flower?) growing wild out by a lake.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2021/08/28/fotd-august-29-dahlia-2/

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© 2021 BS

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt – Survival

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Saturday Six Word Story Prompt – Survival

https://thesoulsearchersite.wordpress.com/2021/08/28/6wsp-88/

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Prompt for Week #88 (Aug 28, 2021 – Sep 3, 2021)

Survival

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Fantastic book – Survival of Jan Little

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – My/Yours

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – My/Yours 

https://lindaghill.com/2021/08/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-28-2021/

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “my.” Start your post with the word “My.” Bonus points if you end your post with “yours.” Enjoy!

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My ears don’t want to hear it, but honestly the TV is right by my computer desk here, and there is no way I can tune it all out.

I’m cringing right now because of the inane TV sitcoms that keep playing. The Mr. keeps the remote all day long, and besides flipping channels every few minutes/seconds, he goes back to the same old sitcoms we’ve seen a thousand times. Over and over I have to sit here listening to stupid plots, fake accents the actors put on – especially bad southern ones – and I want to scream!

Sometimes he lands on something else, like golf games. I don’t like golf or golf on TV either, but it’s much better than those #!@ sitcoms. I’d plug in my earbuds to some music, but on the computer I can do only one thing or another. Watch and listen to a music video (to drown out the TV noise) or read blogs and type and stuff, not both at the same time.

Yeah, we only have the one TV (there is another in a bedroom, but no one watches it), and one computer. I can ignore or whatever any other type of show, but the sitcoms get in my brain and won’t let go. Sometimes when I get a chance, I’ll push mute on the remote for some much needed silence, or go out in the garage for a reading and listening to the oldies radio music break, but it’s so hot out there in the summer and so cold out there in the winter.

Well, enough of this complaining. Hope your weekend is going good. I will just end this with the word ‘yours’.

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