My neighbours had a party to celebrate the end of their renovations. They bought a garden gnome and decided to hold a gnome naming contest. My offering won some votes but it was not the winner. The winning name has a great history and is connected to our community so it all worked out.
So Labour Day approacheth. A welcome three-day weekend. The kids come back at the end of next week. Yeah, I'm back to work already. It had to happen and I was ready to go back. There will be more Quiet Man stories coming but I've decided to pause until September.
Normally I don't post as often as I've been doing but the Quiet Man kept me busy. Once the last two chapters are ready to go, I fear I have nothing else to write about. Maybe I'll give a family story a go but I am not sure.
That is all for the time being.
BYE.
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Friday, August 16, 2019
A Quiet Man (06)
The heat had driven Davis away from his tent and into the gym for a bowl of cereal and some contemplation. While he had his midnight snack, he pondered his years in Sunset Valley. Four years had passed since he'd first arrived in Sunset Valley and he felt pretty good.
He'd been in contact with his monastery for the first three years but the monks had moved on and so had he. Besides Sister Janna and some of his neighbours, he was alone in the world. Sometimes his neighbours would call inviting him to meet this or that young lady. This usually led to arguments.
Life in a tent made him feel his age at times as well. While the sin of vanity was merely a whisper, sometimes that whisper muttered exceptionally loud.
He felt ashamed of himself for listening to the whisper and prayed fiercely that he might be strong enough to conquer his vanity. A week later, he went to the local bar - a quiet place in the early afternoon - for a glass of iced tea.
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It was there that his eyes were opened anew. Here there was a woman seeking sustenance. There a man suffered from thirst. Davis's mind sharpened and he felt the old strength - the power that had once thrilled him in his earliest days - flow back. He sought one of these seekers and eagerly spoke of the way the world is coloured by one's cravings.
Later, under a star-clad sky, Davis thanked the universe for his renewed spirit and looked forward to the years to come.
END.
Note: Davis has passed on (for the two of you who actually read my blog) and I have pics and ideas enough for either one long chapter or two regular ones. I probably won't post anything else about Davis or otherwise until September.
He'd been in contact with his monastery for the first three years but the monks had moved on and so had he. Besides Sister Janna and some of his neighbours, he was alone in the world. Sometimes his neighbours would call inviting him to meet this or that young lady. This usually led to arguments.
Life in a tent made him feel his age at times as well. While the sin of vanity was merely a whisper, sometimes that whisper muttered exceptionally loud.
He felt ashamed of himself for listening to the whisper and prayed fiercely that he might be strong enough to conquer his vanity. A week later, he went to the local bar - a quiet place in the early afternoon - for a glass of iced tea.
It was there that his eyes were opened anew. Here there was a woman seeking sustenance. There a man suffered from thirst. Davis's mind sharpened and he felt the old strength - the power that had once thrilled him in his earliest days - flow back. He sought one of these seekers and eagerly spoke of the way the world is coloured by one's cravings.
Later, under a star-clad sky, Davis thanked the universe for his renewed spirit and looked forward to the years to come.
END.
Note: Davis has passed on (for the two of you who actually read my blog) and I have pics and ideas enough for either one long chapter or two regular ones. I probably won't post anything else about Davis or otherwise until September.
Monday, August 12, 2019
I am a sad and pathetic individual on a hiding to nothing
First off, I do not have a Reddit or a Simblr/Tumblr so that puts me well out of the running for relevant social media shenanigans.
Also, my choice to post this on my blog guarantees that Mini Ladd will never hear of this let alone see it. So... yeah. Hiding to nada.
However, I've been watching his meme stream vids and these videos gave me an idea. Again, I know darn well that this post will never reach the man's attention but... yeah. It was something different that came to mind.
Also, these little dudes pop up randomly and I love their weirdness.
These two posing with this Tragic Clown snowman was too perfect an image to pass up.
I'm going back to work in a couple of weeks. I think perhaps it's time. I need something to focus on that isn't Youtube.
BYE.
Also, my choice to post this on my blog guarantees that Mini Ladd will never hear of this let alone see it. So... yeah. Hiding to nada.
However, I've been watching his meme stream vids and these videos gave me an idea. Again, I know darn well that this post will never reach the man's attention but... yeah. It was something different that came to mind.
Also, these little dudes pop up randomly and I love their weirdness.
These two posing with this Tragic Clown snowman was too perfect an image to pass up.
I'm going back to work in a couple of weeks. I think perhaps it's time. I need something to focus on that isn't Youtube.
BYE.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
A Quiet Man (05)
Glorious spring stole across Sunset Valley before long, and Davis was dreaming of his totem once again. It lead him down innumerable dream-paths and showed him secrets he'd only heard whispers of. By day, he kept busy with a nearby apiary and with the constant struggle of putting bins to rights.
By now, Davis had spent two years in Sunset Valley; and all this time, he'd never felt those vague stirrings before. You know; those stirrings that tempt the wandering monk away from his solitude and toward a stranger's arms. One evening, while touring the annual spring festival, the stirrings hit.
Her name was Mallory. Her father was on the town council and she herself taught kindergarten. What was she doing running a kissing booth? Davis ventured a few encouraging words and heard a few in turn. She was beautiful and hard-working. What harm would it bring to go on a date and live like a real person for once?
Davis found himself in a quandary. He retreated after a few more polite words and sought solace in the library. Would even one date distract him? Was a woman's touch enough to drive his totem away? He'd heard grim stories of other monks going mad after refusing the deeper secrets because they wished another's touch. He spent much of the night meditating and contemplating in the library.
Before dawn broke, he went for a long swim. He knew Mallory could do much better than him. Let another one plumb her secrets. He had his own secrets to discover. He would find her and thank her for their chat but that was as far as it could go. He was a monk and that's all there was to it.
END.
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
A Quiet Man (04)
It happened one winter evening that Davis encountered the deer. He'd been deep in contemplation over his silent fire when the deer trotted past. It was only once he'd opened his eyes did she dart off into the night.
Sister Janna had been quiet for several months but now she summoned him to meet her at a nearby diner where he was known to eat the occasional bowl of soup. She spoke of the deer and promised to reveal the meaning behind the encounter. Honoured and pleased that he would finally meet with her in person, Davis set to work around the community.
It wasn't much but small acts like putting bins to rights would make his neighbours happy. He'd befriended several of his neighbours while tending to the community he was now a part of. It was his friend from the beach who'd mentioned the little diner. That afternoon, he went to the diner to find that Sister Janna had left him a note.
Sadly, she'd been called away to tend to her own little flock and had not been able to stay long at the diner. However, the note she left him spoke of wellsprings of hope and overflowing pools of joy. She foretold that he would soon encounter an overflowing pool and it would bode well for the future.
Davis, however, was quite sure that this was not what Sister Janna had foretold in her note.
END.
Sister Janna had been quiet for several months but now she summoned him to meet her at a nearby diner where he was known to eat the occasional bowl of soup. She spoke of the deer and promised to reveal the meaning behind the encounter. Honoured and pleased that he would finally meet with her in person, Davis set to work around the community.
It wasn't much but small acts like putting bins to rights would make his neighbours happy. He'd befriended several of his neighbours while tending to the community he was now a part of. It was his friend from the beach who'd mentioned the little diner. That afternoon, he went to the diner to find that Sister Janna had left him a note.
Sadly, she'd been called away to tend to her own little flock and had not been able to stay long at the diner. However, the note she left him spoke of wellsprings of hope and overflowing pools of joy. She foretold that he would soon encounter an overflowing pool and it would bode well for the future.
Davis, however, was quite sure that this was not what Sister Janna had foretold in her note.
END.
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Lots of Entries, eh?
Just a quick note before I go into the latest Quiet Man chapter. My solo dude Davis has just become an elder. In other words, there are probably a few more chapters to go before he passes on. I get sidetracked by the gorgeous views and end up taking pictures of the scenery more than anything else.
I got into playing with single sims after getting bored of playing an ongoing family. I might play a couple after Davis passes on but we'll see.
Anyway, all is well with me. A washer and dryer I ordered have come in and the big delivery is this Wednesday. Neko's tummy has been giving us grief thanks to hairballs but I think the worst of it is over.
I'm still reading like a demon if you wanted to know. And here we are in August. Where the heck did July go? It could be a little cooler but as long as my AC holds out I'll be fine. Keep cool, the two of you who follow me.
BYE.
I got into playing with single sims after getting bored of playing an ongoing family. I might play a couple after Davis passes on but we'll see.
Anyway, all is well with me. A washer and dryer I ordered have come in and the big delivery is this Wednesday. Neko's tummy has been giving us grief thanks to hairballs but I think the worst of it is over.
I'm still reading like a demon if you wanted to know. And here we are in August. Where the heck did July go? It could be a little cooler but as long as my AC holds out I'll be fine. Keep cool, the two of you who follow me.
BYE.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
A Quiet Man (03)
Winters were rumoured to be mild in Sunset Valley, but this year brought on an arctic chill that Davis' tent would never keep out. He'd seen a number of the locals frolicking in the snow and had an insight. That afternoon he got to work and had a snug new home ready to go.
Since winter's arrival Davis had stopped dreaming of his spirit animal. Then the phone call had come.
She called herself Sister Janna. To his shock, she knew all things about him and reassured him that his spirit animal would return with the summer. She claimed to live in the local catacombs but warned him to leave her to her own meditations and to never visit her in the graveyard. Promising he would obey, Davis disconnected with a heart as light as a snowflake.
In the early winter days, he continued to fish and scavenge. In the harsher months, he took shelter at the local gym for an occasional hot meal and shower.
Snug and secure in his snowy shelter, Davis would meditate and pray; knowing that winter was inevitably followed by spring and summer. His dreams would gleam with the presence of his spirit animal again one day.
END.
Since winter's arrival Davis had stopped dreaming of his spirit animal. Then the phone call had come.
She called herself Sister Janna. To his shock, she knew all things about him and reassured him that his spirit animal would return with the summer. She claimed to live in the local catacombs but warned him to leave her to her own meditations and to never visit her in the graveyard. Promising he would obey, Davis disconnected with a heart as light as a snowflake.
In the early winter days, he continued to fish and scavenge. In the harsher months, he took shelter at the local gym for an occasional hot meal and shower.
Snug and secure in his snowy shelter, Davis would meditate and pray; knowing that winter was inevitably followed by spring and summer. His dreams would gleam with the presence of his spirit animal again one day.
END.
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