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My Back Pages - August

I'm slipping. Only four books this month. I've adopted a slower pace in August, at times going several days without reading. Nevertheless those four books bring my year-to-date total to 39 books. I'm sure I can read 11 books over the next four months to reach my projected yearly total of 50.

So, August. I read two David Baldacci thrillers. Absolute Power about an immoral President. And Total Control about the ability of computers as well as the U.S's finances. Both, early works by Baldacci, were excellent,

I read Burning Bright by Nick Petrie. At the beginning main character Peter Ash reads like a poor man's Jack Reacher. A loner, former military type who wanders here and there taking on difficult cases. But it was a great page-turner.

Finally, on the recommendation of Peter at the cottage I read A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles. It's about a Russian aristocrat sentenced to life, not in prison, but to the attic of a fancy hotel. The concept here as explain…

What's That Smell?

Bob and Henry were archeologists and were on the verge of the discovery of their lives. On the uninhabited island of StickMyFinger Innit they were about to become the first explorers of a giant cave. Who knew what dangers lurked below. Certainly not Bob and Henry.

The two archeologists prepared to descend into the earth's core. They loaded their backs with their equipment and set off.

Almost immediately they were overcome by a powerful smell. It was as if some giant animal had crawled into the cave and died. And the deeper they went the worse the stench became.

Finally Bob turned to Henry and gasped "I don't know if I can go on Henry. That stench is nearly making me unconscious."

"Stench?" said Henry. "I thought it was my asthma!"

The Two Word Tuesday prompt this week was miasma/stench.

To My Amazing Wife on Her Birthday

No need to be concerned
Like they say
It's only a number

And while it may sound trite
It's true
You just get better every day

I am constantly amazed
How such a beautiful, intelligent and poised woman
Can at times be such a little girl

In those time you are so full of wonder, awe and merriment
Be it bunnies in the backyard
Or a family of your duckling friends in the lake at the cottage

It's part of your allure
The depth of caring for all things
But wait, there's more

Your sense of humour knocks me out
And you are never more beautiful
Than when you laugh uncontrollably...usually at your own jokes!

On the serious side
I have observed the tenderness and care you display
In family relationships

You are an amazing daughter to your mother
A loving mother to your son
And a caring aunt to your nephew

Not to mention a devoted wife
Who puts up with my shit
And every day demonstrates her deep love for me

You have changed me
For the better
Because I've learned to give my love …

Ode To Ignorance

"I can't pronounce it let alone put it in a sentence"
Said dufus of lachrymose and so hence
He went back into his teepee
Where he started to get weepy
So decided to do a rain dance

This week's Two Word Tuesday prompt is lachrymose/weepy. And that dufus is one weird weepy guy, don't you think?

What's In A Name (2)

Last week I told you a little story about Convivial, a little girl who made a lot of friends. What I didn't tell you was that she had a little brother named Dack. He had a last name that he didn't like to use: Dick. Dack Dick didn't make many friends. In fact the little boys and girls sniggered at him and his name. That's an interesting word: sniggered. There are many synonyms but I think my favourite is belittle. It really conveys a sense of ridicule which is what the little boys and girls were doing. They were ridiculing poor Dack.

Now Dack wasn't the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer. Another reason the boys and girls would ridicule him. At school he was an average student, pulling down Bs and the odd C. He was content. His parents were content and his sister Convivial was content.

One day in English class the teacher hosted a little game of "What's That Mean?".  She'd mention a word and the class would have to guess another word that meant…

What's In A Name?

When she was born she was such a little bundle of joy that her mother called her Convivial. And the name stuck. And as she grew older Convivial easily made and amassed friends. In fact, birthday parties became almost unmanageable. It was a good thing she was born in August because her birthday celebrations were moved from the backyard to a nearby park just to contain all the guests.

School was another matter entirely. There wasn't a lunch table big enough in the cafeteria to contain all her little buddies. And the school bus? They had to lay on several so that her friends could follow her and ensure she got home safely.

You have never before seen such a sociable child. People would stop her in the street and say to her "My, oh my, you're convivial." To which she'd reply "Why yes I am.' And, thought these people, arrogant as well.

This week's Two Word Tuesday prompt its convivial/sociable. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be too convivial.