Minda Webber's Blog, page 10
February 1, 2013
Secrets between desperate housewives on Twilight Circle
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Dana asked, fearing the worst.
“Everything’s so awful.”
“Is it Joe?” It would be about a man, Dana thought petulantly. But then she had good reason to be angry with Mac.
“How did you know?” Lori gasped. ”I can’t tell you. It’s just so hideous. I can’t survive this! What will our kids think?”
January 27, 2013
Excerpt from Digging Up Mr. Posey- Desperate Housewives meet the 1950s
There’s murder and then there’s murder. At Twilight Circle, everybody has a secret and some of them are killers.
“What is it? What did you see sweetie?” Dana asked, standing beside the window and peering out.
“Don’t you see it? A body,” Remy answered fearfully.
Dana looked outside again, her eyes scanning the darkness. “Where?”
“On the side of the Weldon’s house.”
January 24, 2013
Knocking over the flowers at graduation—one of my finer moments
Well, after being hit in the head with the book, I thought back on some of my clumsy escapades. I used to wear my mother’s high heel shoes. To add to this stunning outfit, I had the futuristic fashion sense of adding pink ruffled panties and nothing else, with the shoes. Of course, I was only two at the time. I would wear them and fall down, fall over, fall sideways and fall off. I’ll skip the many accident-prone years and go to my last year in high school. Yelling and jumping for all I was worth (no, I didn’t win Publisher’s Clearing House, I was a cheerleader) I ran out for the first Pep Rally and fell flat on my butt in front of the whole school. Yep, they should have called me Grace. Keeping a low profile at graduation, I actually made it through the ceremony without starting anyones hair on fire, or running into the podium. Unfortunately, they had put up a huge wire thing with flowers all over it. After being one of the last ones to get to my diploma, I managed to hit the stand with my graduation gown and knocked it over. In more recent years, I was helping my friend Cathleen carry out a huge ferris wheel, the students had made in her class. It was to show out a teacher thing and be judged. Putting it in the car, I knocked the wheel off the ferris wheel. Yep, pretty much creamed that entry, because what is ferris without a wheel…but a ferris. Nobody really judges ferris’ unless you happen to be Ferris Bueller. Well, have a great weekend and hopefully without any little accidents.
January 22, 2013
The Klutz is back.
We are growing where I work and had to start sharing desks. Since we are in the classroom most of the time, it’s not as odd as it sounds. But they moved four of us into one small desk with one small shelf. Anyway, someone put my books on top of the shelf so I couldn’t open it. When I did the books slid off and hit me in the head. Great way to start a lecture with an aching head and a mind full of not-too-nice words for the moron who moved my books. Or I guess, I was the moron, since I’m the one who got hurt. Anyway, my klutzmania is alive and well. I had gone almost three months without some form of small accident happening to me. I was hoping I was outgrowing my clumsiness. Alas, I guess not. By the way I moved my books to the floor. I’ll probably trip over them tomorrow, but then tomorrow is another day.
January 19, 2013
Survivors of the Marching Decades
We are the survivors of the living of our lives. Etched in our faces are the turbulent and unbounded sixties….the infinite wisdom and gullibility of the seventies….the quieter and more melodramatic eighties…the tighten our belts and pray for our waistlines nineties.
Decades marching past, and we were too busy being in our lives, to understand that history is us and we are history…written in our minds and in our hearts. The good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, were all ours and ours alone.
Yes, we are survivors….the memory keepers of: free love, the not so free love, the mind-thumbing drugs, the mind-numbing alcohol, the invincibility and inevitability of youth, broken marriages, broken dreams, broken people, broken walls in Berlin, crashes in the market, space crashes, school shootings, gang shootings, one on one…a violent canvass of red and dead for the museums of social history. Wars were started, wars ended and new wars began, summers of peace, summers of despair. Old coca-scola gone, new coke in, old attitudes gone, new attitudes prevailing like brisk winds off the ocean, sometimes stormy and dark, and sometimes brisk, serene and fresh. Always the marching of our lives, the ticking of the clock.
Yes, we survived it all, standing not so tall…and on a good day we might even understand the why.
Bandon, Oregon-looks like something out of a dream
Beautiful place, little town on Oregon Coast. So much driftwood. This is where I got interested in doing my wood sculptures. First day I was there I found a dolphin and a large bird. Didn’t need much touch ups. I built a base for them and cleaned them up. After I moved back to Sedona, I would find river wood and other old wood on my walks to work with. I call my work Nature’s Wonders.
January 18, 2013
Charleston, Oregon
About half a mile down is a group of boulders where seals gather. It’s so much fun to watch them and hear them calling. This is an area about sixteen minutes outside of the pretty town of Charleston. Fishing village.
January 16, 2013
Old Sedona Bridge
This was where the old bridge used to be. Out by Midgely Bridge, about a thirty minute hike from the trailhead. Beautiful hike to follow the creek south towards the Wilson Trailhead.
January 15, 2013
One of my favorite areas to hike in Sedona
i was on a small plateau standing by an old Juniper Tree. The view below and before me was breathtaking. About a 35 minute hike to here.
January 13, 2013
Pride and Prejudice and Daughters Grimm
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“I detest silver it burns, but I won’t let it stop me,”the vampire admitted. ”i intend to savor you with my big sharp teeth, my dear. Then perhaps, you can become my companion of the dark night.”
A vampire of the Black Forest speaking to Greta Grimm
