Do try this at home but chop the olives.
Here is another episode of “Don’t Do It This Way” With Amanda Lillie. She calls it “Without a recipe”, but as one of her watchers I find myself often shouting at the screen, “No! Don’t do it!”
This time however the results were not that bad. We ate all the dip.
Tune in on Monday at 3P.M. Eastern time for the next DDITW or as Amanda calls it “Without a Recipe”.
Pray with us!
Cornerstone Church is currently in a series on the subject of prayer. Watch with us!
Pray with us!
This is our most recent prayer meeting at The Wall. There were several prophetic words in this one. Pray through with us!
It’s time for THE WRITING CHALLENGE #FUN20119.
Check out the link for the rules and a list of the stories.
Here is mine:
Just Call Me “Smoky”
by J. Lillie
Z ear tuned his six string one more time. His nerves jangled like his mother’s dinner triangle at 5 P.M.
A piece of his heart wished for the simplicity of those days on the farm with his four brothers and three sisters. Life had been hard. The house had no running water and they heated with wood. The farm work was back breaking, but there had always been time for music and family and God.
Each night after the chores were done and supper was eaten, Momma would gather all the family around her rocker by the wood stove. She would read a chapter from the Bible Daddy had preached from and then she would have Z play his guitar and lead them in a hymn. After that they would sing the songs of the hills, the ones Momma had known since she was a little girl. They would sing until the moon rose high in the sky and the little ones dozed off by the hearth. Z always believed it was his father’s voice that sang through his mouth on those nights, not his own. It was all Z had left of the man who gave him life before losing his own.
Those nights with the family had prepared Z for his big break. They had birthed the story that would launch him to the stars and they had disciplined the talent his father had given him as a parting gift before dying two days before Z was born.
Zeruiah Teague had been discovered one Sunday in church by a Nashville promoter who was visiting his cousin in Robbinsville. It had been a banner day, a day that raised Z’s whole family out of the abject poverty they had always known. But Z had traded something that day when he became a star. He still thought of himself as “Z” but no one called him that anymore. Even Momma had given up using his given name or his nick name.
“Mr. Teague? We are at places in five.” The stage manager popped her head in the door to say.
Z smiled back at the pretty woman and replied, “Not Mr. Teague. Just call me Smoky.”
This week’s Black & White Challenge by Cee is all about FACIAL FEATURES.
Click on the underlined link to see all the galleries at Cee’s site. Here are my attempts at the challenge.
I am not sure tactilicity is a word but this week’s FUNFOTO CHALLENGE IS ALL ABOUT THE SENSE OF TOUCH…..TACTILICITY.
So here are my attempts at it:
It is time for Friday Fictioneers for the week.
This is the challenge where flash fiction writers create a 100 word story from a prompt supplied by Rochelle our hostess. Check it out by clicking the link above.
Here is the prompt and my story:
Lost In White
by J. Lillie
Hugh stood with his mother and his mother-in-law in the empty dining room. It was the first day they were actually related and it was the last.
“I blame you.” His mother-in-law said.
“You have got to be kidding!” Hugh’s mother spat out, “Hugh was the one your daughter left at the altar.”
Hugh looked back at the toile-draped arbor, then out through the snow covered windows into the complete white out of the setting night. He didn’t care whose fault it was. He just hoped Karen was OK. Even as that hope dawned, he knew it was false.
Well, It is almost the end of the Sharing week but here I am at last to SHARE MY WORLD WITH ALL OF YOU!
This is the challenge where our hostess, Melanie, asks us 5 questions and in answering them we, her contributors, share our worlds. When you have finished reading my shares, please check out Melanie’s site, by clicking the link above, to see how she and all of our other Sharing friends have answered.
Now on to the questions:
Do guns protect people or kill people? Or both?
Guns are tools, inanimate objects. They can neither protect nor kill. Now people…people…. How I long for a return to innocence where killing and protecting were not things we did or ever had to do.
Is it more important to be respected or liked?
I think it depends who you are trying to get to respect or like you. I have wasted a lot of time trying to get certain people to treat me in ways they had no capacity for. I have discovered that “like” and “respect” are beggars wishes. Even if you get them you can’t long keep them.
Is having a big ego a negative or positive trait? (yeah I know. Duh. But there ought to be one “gimme’ in the pile)
Oye. We could do with a little less ego in the world right now.
Depending on your point of view, is death a new beginning?
Yes. In fact, aside from the second coming it is the real beginning.
FINALLY:
I am so grateful to have a garden to work in.
Time is my boy,
Tumbling on the mats
At the YMCA into
Manhood.
A Cycle
Of hands over legs, feet over fists,
A fumble of again and
Again in
A drunken stumble,
Never straight line
Into the future.
That was yesterday’s fall, failure/success
Depending on who you ask.
Into the yawning maw of unknowing,
The fete’ accomplis
Is generally knowing how
The cookie crumbles
When the acrobat crushes it in his stride.
Take the crumbs and put them
In my cup.
And that is time.
THIS YEAR I AM GIVING MYSELF A CHALLENGE! ONE PHOTO EVERYDAY TAKEN FROM MY HOME. IF YOU WANT TO JOIN JUST TAKE A PHOTO IN OR AROUND YOUR HOME AND WRITE YOUR OWN BLOG AND POST THE LINK IN THE COMMENTS SECTION BELOW IT.
It seems that I forgot to post yesterday! How did I lose a whole day? It must be the shut-in! 🙂
Anyway…. here is today’s project at The Vicarage.
A load of garden soil.
Some pots for the gardens.
The second raised bed is ready to be turned.
Lillie-Put 