I’m Freezing to Death!
Like every storyteller every, I am regularly accused of exaggerating.
And I say,
“Yes, I exaggerate. A thousand times yes!”
The fact is we learn how to exaggerate from our mothers.
“I’ve told you a million times, not to do that!”
Go ahead, make my day!
“Do you wanna punk? Do you really want to” and then with the target steadfastly mute, non responsive, I went full Defcon 1 on it’s sorry ass.
“Go ahead, make my day!”
And I filled it with burning lead.
“Perhaps we should call it a day.”
Remember This
“Let me tell you about a murder trial I did in Whitehorse a few years back”
You show me the dinner guest that can resist that invitation.
I began,
“There she was naked on the bed. Dead.”
And with that my wife stood up at the head of the table and said …
‘when’
“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say “when”. ”
PG Wodehouse
“Phoenix Rising”
So a nod to the mythological bird or you live in Arizone?” They both laughed.
“We have named all of our boats ‘Phoenix RIsing’. It symbolizes new beginnings, a fresh start.” Miriam said. She gave a quick glance at Bob. as she spoke. We all have stories, We all have fascinating stories, and these two I have no doubt are no exception.
My Resting Bitch Face
Turns out a Resting Bitch Face is a real thing. Seems the facial muscles that held up my beautiful face through my 75 years have lost some of their elasticity, their tone. Yeah sure, I’ll add that to my freakin’ list! Add in a touch of gravity, eh voilà, my Resting Bitch Face.
Monkey Business
This blog may cause your face to scrunch up in a less than attractive way and sounds reflecting just how revolting the whole thing is, may escape from your mouths. But bear with me, this is actually not about my ear wax, it is about Jane Goodall.
Let’s eat, Bumpy
Well to you naysayers I offer you proof, although harm may come to you, if you choose to take up this challenge. Write a card or a letter to your wife or girlfriend, or partner, as you choose. In that card inscribe the following …
Gratitude
And there it was, hiding in plain view, something I could not have experienced until I was older, ’bout 75 or so, seems about right. I smiled as the thought grew in my mind, as I was driving down to the Fuller Lake Arena that morning,
Prohibition
This is an excerpt from my book BUBNA. It is an historical fiction about the Countess Bubna-Litic, who opened the original Hotel Eldorado in Kelowna, in 1926. Back then it was called the Eldorado Arms Inn. Just a few years earlier Prohibition had come to BC.