Hey There!

For Kymber Hawke’s Prompt: Get To Know You.

AI Artwork Creator Unnown: Werewolf

What’s the best animal sound you can make?

True story- back when my kids were teenagers I was under a lot of stress ( big surprise ) and one night I had a nightmare about two wolves fighting in our front yard. I woke up the entire house because everyone thought there was a dog fight out on our front lawn. But it was me. Somehow I managed to make myself sound like two fighting canines.  To this day I wish I could do that ON PURPOSE.

My Do you have a nickname?

My Uncle Larry nicknamed me Pebbles when I was a baby because my Mom used to put my hair up like Pebbles and he said I was just as cute ( love you Uncle )

What were you called as a kid?

” Jesus Christ ” as in “Jesus Christ Anita!”

Name a jingle that has stuck with you:

I loved this jingle, I’m sorry to say that the only serving clip I could find cuts out the part at the end when they belt out:

LET’S GO TO VICTORIA ON PRINCESS MARGUERITE!

I hope I made you laugh, just a little.

Flashback To Wolfie’s Garden

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday I chose this post that I wrote in 2017. 

It’s Called Wolfgang’s Garden

Published  March 7th , 2017

Photo: AM. Moscoso

I don’t know what to do with myself when Spring comes.

I used to have an herb garden.

I collected herbs the way other people collect friends on Facebook.

My cat Wolfgang would sit and supervise and  I would talk to him and he would ignore me and we both had a good time.

One day I noticed Wolfie was holding his head at a funny angle and drinking bowls of water in a day.

His kidneys were failing and by Summer he was gone and I let my herb garden go wild and most of it died off and I didn’t care.

I buried Wolfgang out there and I stayed out of  what used to be our favorite place in the yard.

I don’t know what to do with myself when the Spring comes.

I guess I’ll hide until the Winter and hope the snow comes and covers what’s left of me and Wolfgang’s Garden.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Daily Post: Ruminate

Behind The Wall

Inspired by: FOWC With Fandango — Version

I used to work in a crematorium- not as fancy looking as the Bradford Crematorium- but I can tell you what could be behind the wall in this picture.

 I’m sure that room I worked in exists in all crematoriums,  but in different versions of course.

Besides the obvious and less decorative machinery  involved in this process, at the Crematorium I worked in there was an easy chair for you to sit on ( or a bars tool at the work table ) and next to the chair was a little shelf stock with Stephen King paperback novels and Archie comic books.

Down the little hallways was a room where we kept the unclaimed cremains on sturdy metal shelves (  some of them in very fancy urns, some in plain and dignified urns.)

Behind that room was a place where, stored in plastic totes- were the toys that we collected from graves after they had been there for awhile and the elements were beginning to take their toll on them.

And now you have an idea- what was behind this wall- and what you could find if you ever have the chance to peek behind one yourself.

Bradford Crematorium, 1889 – Photographer Unknown

Distracted

And here I am today:

If destruction fails to entangle us, distraction will do it’s best.

Beth Moore

Art by: Laurie A. Conley