This week, share an image that highlights a size relationship — make us pause and take a second look to understand the scale of the elements in your photo.
Friday 6th February 2015
Sunday 25th January 2015.
To join in with this little challenge and for the rules then please click the link below, and see if you can blow your mind,,, Like I did. I am now a mindless person not knowing what day it is… (I would have said fool but thought better of letting everyone know my problems), Enjoy.
My three words are — Suspicious – Books – Shaking. Taken from Prophecy by Peter James.
1. He was becoming suspicious of the information he was given as he was shaking all the leaves of the books looking for the document.
2. She plonked them onto the desk, she began shaking she had never done this before, the librarian was very very suspicious, she just knew that the librarian was going to fine her for bringing the books back late.
3. His computer kept flashing up ‘suspicious file warning’, this time he started shaking with worry because he knew he would have to dig out his instruction books.
Gerry A /C 2015.
Christmas Day 2014.
Wednesday 24th December 2014. Xmas Eve, hope everyone is ready.
Wishing every single one of you a fabulous Xmas and great and healthy New Year..
My visit way back in 2005 one of my best Xmases. Hope you enjoy as much as I did.
Tuesday 23rd December 2014
Absolutely Fantastic – Christmasy as one can get..ENJOY.
Monday 22nd December 2014
Saturday 20th December 2014. One a day now..
Thursday 11th December 2014
Tuesday 9th December 2014
Better Late Than Never.
The day was near, he was being prepared, having shaved and then given a pre-med. Midday he was wheeled into a room and was approached by two bubbly men, calling him by his name, talking gently, saying he was in good hands. Just going to give you an anaesthetic. Their words became muffled and quiet, their faces became faint until they finally disappeared. The whole thing, the room and the people was it just a dream, a dream that is actually happening, for real in real time.
The next two days was lost, never to be remembered, the world did not exist. Once he did wake, only for a short while, looking about, he saw he was in a room, a bare room with only a fluorescent light above him lighting the room. Lying in a bed, propped up on a pillow he was alone, in a naked room he felt captured unable to move. His arms, his legs were attached to his body but they were not alive, his eyes and head were the only part of his body that he could move. Trying to focus but his view was misty, his eyes getting heavy, and once again he was gone, leaving the world behind, darkness crept over him.
People standing and sitting about his bed, family talking to him, he could see their mouths moving. He could hear their voices but not their words, his eyes kept closing, he was finding it hard to keep them open. A voice was heard to say ‘lets go….. leave him to rest.’ As suddenly as these people appeared they were gone.
Christmas has passed and he saw none of it, his decorations, his coloured lights and especially his tree. The love and joy that the season sends out he missed it all, his family providing the usual love and joy. New year also came and went, no cheering in the new year with a glass of wine, no watching the fireworks. Was he ever going to get away from this place of drear and loneliness.
Over the coming days, he had to try to regain his strength, being encouraged to do small walks and steps. This proved to be difficult due to the tubes attached to him and needles in his neck and hands. Eventually through hard work, medication and the persistence of the medical staff he was allowed to leave, a month after Xmas, the season had bypassed him this year.
In a wheelchair he was pushed along the corridor passing other wards, seeing other people in pain, stopping at the lift, inside the ground level button was pushed.
He met his transport at the rear entrance, this was wheelchair friendly. He then tried to get into the car and found it very difficult, because of his weight loss his strength was still a long way from full. His breathing getting heavy, his sister and daughter assisted him into the car. He was feeling so helpless.
At home, he was trying to climb the steps, one at a time, taking every bit of strength he could muster. Pausing for breath at each level until he finally reached his front door. His daughter opened it for him, he felt the warmth of the heating hit his face, he slowly walked the hallway heading to his front room. He could see many lights ahead, some twinkling on and off. In the front room he was faced with his family waiting, “Merry Xmas” they all shouted. He could see the Xmas tree and its lights still twinkling and morphing, all the decorations adorning the tree and the room.
There was a smell of food cooking, and he could see his dining table was set for a meal. “Sit down and we’ll serve your Christmas turkey dinner and then we will open your presents. Merry Christmas and welcome home.” He could not help but shed a few tears of joy.
Gerry A/C 2014©
November 30th Sunday 2014
Word after word he typed. Now he has another story to tell.
Now just before December and my Christmas project I would like to announce my successful attempt at Nanowrimo 2014, my fourth attempt and fourth success.
My first week was a struggle, I did not write much at all even though the story was laying dormant in my mind and waiting to be brought to life. By the end of the second week I had written just under 20,000 words. this meant I had to write 30000 words in two weeks.
This task proved to be the push I needed, I typed away and averaged 4-5ooo words daily, and as it was reached my 50000 target quite easy. Everything went well, the ideas flowed and I managed to write it down. The story had developed well and surprised me at how well it did go. I even like the story. I combined it with part one of the story which was started in my May CampNano. Now my word total so far is just over 85000 now and still growing.
The story is still unfinished but I can see the end, but as most people who write will know, stories don’t always go to plan. Well this may be so but I can see the end, the final battle. Thank you everyone.
Gerry A/C 2014©