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November 1, 2021

It's Tuesday


 New snacks.

Have you tried this one? I stumbled across it the other day. It's healthy and tasty.


 And this is an old favorite.

And speaking of snacks... The HH found a box of chocolates he'd ordered for me for Easter the other day:) Yeah, it happens:) They were from a candy shop out of state and were made in house and it was recommended that they be consumed in eight weeks of receiving the chocolates.  Obviously, long past:) Since they were individually wrapped, were chocolate, nuts and caramel, I figured I'd be safe. I opened one and took a bite.  It had an odd flavor to it so I put it back. I occasionally nibbled on the same piece for a couple of weeks. When I finished, I decided to try another only this time I looked it over very carefully....and found fuzzies on the back of it. Ack. Ack. Ack. I shouldn't have taken that caramel for granted AND have now learned my lesson  on expiration dates.😬

And on the writerly front. An unexpected response.


Here's my blurb: 

"Killing stains your soul. You may think you want to do this, but it's not something you'd wish to live with."

She shivered, then tossed her chin up. "What's your soul like?"

"Black as sin, ma'am. But I can live with it."

So as a reader do you see a problem here or have a problem with this blurb?

This is a response I received.

"'Black as sin. Are y'all still doing this BS (I abbreviated). Still equating Black with evil."

I didn't see that one coming.


So what's your healthy snacks? Had any unexpected responses to something you've said or wrote?

 

 



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October 28, 2021

It's The Weekend

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October 27, 2021

Did You Know

 Did you know, 'Never put off tomorrow what you can do today', came from Thomas Jefferson?
 
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October 26, 2021

Wednesday's Word: Aunt

 

My go-to word (for aunt): Blessing Apologies for being off the grid last week. We got a call that my ninety-three year old aunt had been moved to hospice, so we made a lightning trip to Southern Illinois. I'd like to think she knew we were there. She clasped my hand when I held hers the evening we got there and passed the next day. Even though it was a blessing, death is never easy, for the recipient or the loved ones left behind. She had a rare form of MS but carried it with dignity and grace. You never heard her complain. Her body might have been wasting away, but until she got sick, her mind was much sharper than mine. My uncle passed several years ago and I'm sure has been impatiently waiting for her as she was for him. Married for over sixty years and having no children they were closer than many married couples. They traveled extensively as long as her health allowed. They took care of each other. She'd butter and cut his toast and fix his orange juice and coffee every morning and he tricked out the van making it handicapped accessible, built handicapped ramps and didn't blink when she bought an exorbitantly-priced face cream:) Little things but they watched out for the other. There's not a doubt in my mind that wherever they are, they're in the midst of a huge family reunion, reminiscing, telling off-color jokes, hugging, kissing and throwing out a lot of I love yous and I missed you.RIP, Norma. Or better yet, kick up your heels and have a good time.
 Norma Jean HorntropAugust 29, 1928 - October 16, 2021 
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October 22, 2021

Offline

 

As if you hadn't figured that out:) I'll be back Wednesday. Until then don't do anything I wouldn't. Which pretty much limits you to reading, writing and gardening:)

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October 14, 2021

Weekend Wishes

 

 


 

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October 13, 2021

Did You Know

 Did you know, October 30th is National Candy Corn Day?🍁


 

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October 12, 2021

Writerly Wednesday


 For me: there's no ice cream in the freezer.
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October 11, 2021

It's Tuesday

 Greetings Blogger Buds.

Hope your weekend and Monday were good ones.

Frank

Can be found in the strangest places. Usually, where he's not supposed to be.



In the garden


Got flowers? Cats in strange places?

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October 7, 2021

Friday's Read: DEATH MAKES A HOUSECALL

 


 

Doctors used to make house calls. Now Death does.

 


Death Makes a House Call Excerpt

A push and the door swung open on silent hinges. I took my revolver from my ankle holster, and slipped it between my waistband and shirt.

The house appeared to be empty. But as we all know, appearances can be and often are deceiving. A quick search revealed no one on the main floor, and nothing appeared out of order. Up the stairs I went to the second level. And that’s when I heard a sound.

I stopped breathing and focused. Someone or something was in one of the rooms down the hall. The floor was carpeted, so unless a floor board was loose my approach would be soundless.

All was quiet in the rest of the house. I crept past a pair of rooms on either side of the hall. The doors were closed. There was another pair of doors at the end of the hall and the one on my right was partially open. A light was on and I heard what could have been someone softly crying.

With revolver in hand, I pushed open the door. Lying on the bed was Dr Merkman. Sitting on the bed next to him was a woman. In her hand, a gun.

“Put the gun down nice and slow,” I said.

She jumped up, and I dropped to the floor. There was an explosion, flash of fire, and bits of sheetrock in the air.

I pulled the trigger on my snub-nosed .38. The woman did a pirouette to her right, the gun dropping to the bed, and she to the floor.

Out of my pocket came my phone and I made the call to 911.

 


Madeira, Tina’s favorite alcoholic libation, was once America’s preferred wine. We started drinking it in the colonial period to avoid British taxes. At that time, the Madeira islands were considered part of Africa and not subject to British taxes.Tina only eats fish and chips at Mac’s, which is a real restaurant in St Paul, Minnesota. And the fish and chips are to die for!Tina loves sauerkraut and there’s a short story, “Sauerkraut Days”, devoted to a sauerkraut eating contest, and, of course, murder.

 

CW Hawes Bio and Contact Info

 


 

CW Hawes is a multi-genre author because he is a multi-genre reader. He’s penned The Justinia Wright Private Investigator Mysteries, The Rocheport Saga: A Post-Apocalyptic Steam Powered Future, the Pierce Mostyn Paranormal Investigations series, and assorted alternative history and horror offerings.

 Born and raised in the Cleveland, Ohio area, CW spent 49 years in the Land of 10,000 Lakes (aka Minnesota), and now proudly hails from the Lone Star State (aka Texas).

He hasn’t met a pizza he doesn’t like (okay, he detests pineapple), is something of a tea snob, and rocks out to Handel and Vaughan Williams.

 

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B082VVZ9PF

 

Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/Death-Makes-House-Call-Investigator-ebook/dp/B082VVZ9PF/

 

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B082VVZ9PF/

 

Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/Death-Makes-House-Call-Investigator-ebook/dp/B082VVZ9PF/

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