The Boy is finally ready to go to college. I told both the kids to take a year off after high school. The idea was to let them see what life will be like if they don’t get a degree in the hopes they would be serious about it. For my son, that was three years ago. For a while it looked like was would never go back. He’s finally come around and started the whole process. It reminds me […]
After the war, Timothy felt like the last man on earth. Getting home had been hard. When the army pulled out, most of the force was already infected. He spent a month in quarantine outside of Philipsburg. He probably should still be there, but when he couldn’t find anyone left alive and got hungry he broke out. The first place he hit was a grocery store. The parking lot was full of cars, but no one manned the tills. He […]
We ambled away from the school and down the street to begin our tour of the village at the mayor’s building. Apparently Bali uses the same alarm system that Java does. The wooden alarm hung from a nice alcove on the front patio of the town hall. This patio area is built on the second floor. They mayor gave us a little demonstration of it’s use. From the street you see this:
“Ewwww! Icky!” Martin threw his hands to the side and lifted a leg in retreat from a mud puddle. “Quit fooling around,” Walter growled. “You know this area is full of landmines.” This had to be the fifth time Martin had done it. Was he trying to give Walter the jitters? As if he needed to lavish on the jokes during recon!
Somewhere along the trip to Indonesia, I started noticing playground equipment. This is a pretty good example of what I saw around. Talk about a blast from the past. Generally speaking the equipment I used as a child didn’t have much paint, but it was that same kind of metal tubes. About the time my kids were the right age to play on it, all the equipment around me had been replaced with plastic. I’m not sure if it was […]
Last week I mentioned I was thinking about making some new plans for my Friday posts. Only two people commented, and the poll thingy isn’t working right. One said she liked my photo and saw lots of potential in it. The other that he’d love to see Fiction Friday 55 brought back, or I could post anything I wanted. After thinking about it, I decided to simply substitute my own pictures and do a story of 100 words or less […]
There’s a school in Northern Bali that receives support from the travel company that ran our tour group. As part of the package we get to visit the school. On our way there we encountered a town full of marching children. They were practicing for an upcoming competition in which each class will try to march in perfect synchronization and shout cheers.
Holding up the wall. That’s what Martin used to call it. It was a manly way to be a wall flower. Except you needed a bottle of beer to make it look right. Walter shifted from one foot to the other. His hip hurt like it always seemed to these days, and he had trouble seeing over the shoulders of the five band members who had crowded into the sound room while the sixth member played drums. Still, it was […]
Say, “it’s finished”? I’d love to! But actually, there’s a bit more to go on my vacation posts. The only thing I did was get through processing all the photos. It took just short of a year. The posts will push me to over a year as I still have over twenty to go. If I only post about it twice a week that makes two and a half months of Indonesia left. That’s not counting about a hundred random […]
Most of you know already that I participate in a blog hop called Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a short story based on the picture they provide in 100 words. The hubmaster for the hop is currently occupied with promoting her books and getting the next one out. She does not feel she has the time to produce a new story each week. As a result she is re-running old pictures and the stories she wrote to go […]
I’m Not Always Wrong played through the headset. Bruce braced himself. A lot of times when you listened to a recording it didn’t sound anything near as good as what you thought it was to start with. It wasn’t too bad. He looked around. Everyone else was kind of deadpan. I wasn’t sure if they were hiding reactions, or just didn’t know enough to have one. Emma glanced at him with a little worried wrinkle in her forehead. He gave […]
If you look closely at the picture above, you’ll see the road we were about to reach doubling back with a motorcycle on it. The road from Ubud to Lovinia was full of those kinds of twists and turns.