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Merry Xmas 2017

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Cover Song Guide

I generally hate cover songs. I spend too much time trying to remember where I’ve heard it before. This cleared up quite a few things for me.

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13 Trees

Part of my annual effort to make our own gift labels.

Merry Christmas!

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Packing It In

True story. I did a mediocre job of packing for Iceland. True, it has the word Ice in the name, but it was also the middle of summer. I packed for March in Montana – lots of layers. I had a hat with me, but it wasn’t warm enough.

Everything in the tourist shops of Iceland is expensive! A set of lava coasters were $90. Handmade hats? Forget it. But I happened to run across a $8 Made-in-China beanie in a grocery store.

If the handmade had been $30 I’d have bought them instead. So much for enterprising Iceland.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Björn Rudberg

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Woolly by Ben Mezrich

During his appearance on The Colbert Report in 2012, the host had asked him point blank, “How do you think your work will eventually destroy all mankind? Do you think it’s going to be a killer virus, or more like a giant mutant killer squid man?”

Non-fiction about scientists doing their thing. Has some personal insights and excellent background info. A politically charged subject – gene splicing – but not focused on that element.

Teaser is from audio book location 5:48:03 because that’s where I am in the recording. Didn’t feel like looking for a good quote. 🙂

Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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Suzie’s House 517 : Head Cases

Vin dragged himself into the house in utter exhaustion. He’d subcontracted with the FBI to work on a serial killer case that had covered five states so far. Although the part of the work that he was responsible for was supposed to be confined to Wisconsin, he’d gone to a meeting in Chicago, an only now gotten back.

It was late. Maybe he should sleep in Miranada’s “shoe room” rather than risk waking her up. She wasn’t exactly easy to get along with when she didn’t get enough sleep. All the windows visible from the front of the house were dark, but a soft glow from the kitchen made it’s way down the hall to the front door. Curious, he dropped his luggage by the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen.

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Erik the Red Museum

We started the day with a visit to the Erik the Red Museum, which consisted of three small buildings – a shop, a pitstop with attached informational kiosk, and a reproduction of the turf house where Erik the Red, also known as Erik Thorvaldsson, once lived. Or rather, this was one of many places where Erik Thorvaldsson lived.

His claim to fame is in colonizing Greenland. That and having fathered Leif Erikson. I’ll get back to all that in a minute.

As soon as we’d all made use of the facilities, we headed into the turf house. There a young man in traditional garb armed with props, a heavy accent, and lots of one-line jokes greeted us. We sat around the long fire pit on the reproduction beds and listened to Erik’s story.

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And Her Response?

“Is this winter colder than last? I think it’s colder.” Liam shivered, reaching for a sweater.

“The thermostat is set for 65,” Sally assured him. “Mom says we’re already paying twice as much for heat as before.”

“It’s the inevitable dying of our world. Not just the coming climate change,” he held up a hand to stop any interruptions. “Our sun is becoming a dark, cold, red giant. It’s the ticking, ticking, ticking of a universe fated to falter into ever lasting darkness,”

“Here. I’ll turn on a light. Maybe that will make you feel better.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit

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Dragon Bones by Patricia Briggs

At audio location 00:08:55

This near the river the tunnel was mushroom shaped, with walks on either side of a deep narrow ditch that ran sluggishly with sewer water. The walkways were meant for dwarfs, not hulking brutes who towered over most grown men. With a sigh, I dropped to my hands and knees and began crawling through the foul smelling muck.

Can you tell the narrator is a hulking brute? He’s actually a teenage boy who has spent the last several years of his life pretending to be an idiot to keep his abusive father from killing him. The paths really were made by and for dwarfs. And he’s about to find.. dun, dun, dun… dragon bones. I trust it being early in the first chapter this doesn’t count as a spoiler.

Ambrosia of The Purple Booker
hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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Snaefellsness Peninsula

Time for a quick review of “Day 4” of my Iceland trip. We drove from our hotel in Stykkisholmur to the end of the peninsula then back to the hotel.

I’m not sure where on the map the beach is. I got the guide to show me twice but I hadn’t packed a highlighter (that is most certainly going on the packing list in the future) and had to borrow. Unluckily neither a bar nor a bus is a good place to highlight maps. Anyway, I’m guessing the beach was about half way to the end of the peninsula along the southern edge. We went to the tip, looped toward the North at the tip, then dropped back to the Southern road to return to the hotel. The peninsula is 48 miles long. So with backtracking and looping around and such we probably went about 100 miles for the day.

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Well, What Do You Know?

Ken sneaked up while Marge flipped through the print out of accounts receivables. Sometimes her job at the Bitterroot Mercantile felt like charity work. If they weren’t distant relations, there’s no way she’d go through all this for Ken.

“Hey, where was that one taken?” He pointed at her monitor where her personal photo screensaver rolled. “Must be a Hollywood set. I mean, really – ice on the trees but the grass is so green? How stupid do they think we are?”

“That was taken out front yesterday, Ken.” She said nothing about stupidity.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Graceling by Kristin Cashore Chapter 24 part 7

Katsa looked at this child who barely came up to her chest, Poes sleeves hanging almost to the girls knees, her eyes and nose big under the hood, too big for her little face her voice a squeak but a calmness in her manner, a certainly, as she recommended her father’s murder.

Location 7:23:23 on which is pretty close to the end of the audio book. For the record, he deserves it.

Ambrosia of The Purple Booker
hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

 

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Suzie’s House 516 : No Excuses

“Please tell me the tea you’ve been feeding me isn’t actually toxic.” Drew made himself stay upright though he felt like he’d been sucker punched. He forced his feet into the den where Trent and Sonoma had been arguing. But as soon as he drew even with the straight back chair against the wall, he slumped into it.

“Even water is toxic if you get enough of it.” Trent said.

“You would say that.” If it had been Sonoma saying it, Drew might have lost his grip. Being Trent just annoyed him. “Always backing your wife even when you were arguing with her a minute ago.”

“Drew.” Sonoma rushed forward, completely ignoring their byplay. “I am so very sorry.”

She tried to grab his hands, but he wasn’t having any of it. She glanced down, and he thought if she’d been twenty years younger, she probably would have gone down on her knees to beg his forgiveness.

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