Bob’s Diary: Beware of Monsters Creeping up on us.

It was a busy night for spiders as you can see,

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busy spiders 1foggy morning 1busy spiders 2So our walk was a little later than usual.

 

By eleven o’clock it was a glorious morning for sniffing and being out and about.

Until we stopped for a break and saw

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A monster

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On closer inspection it was an arms waving monster.

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I don’t like it. Could it be a weird giant spider?windmill 4

 

 

Maria’s Stuff: An Introvert Living in a world of Extroverts

My side of the tale.

Having now lived for 50 odd years on this planet I have acquired a disguise of being a sociable person.  Truth is I hate big parties, weddings and events.

Bliss was found at an early age in between the covers of books, old or new I didn’t care. I would home in on a book shelf and find a cosy quiet corner and lose the world and myself in a book. The reasons are not generally known by those I hang out with these days but truth is I seemed to have been born with a sign on my head saying kick me, or target for bullies.

Primary school was a nightmare, I would have been happy to sit in a corner and read or dream but everyone was expected to play with everyone. Teachers were relentless in their coaxing, cajoling and often scolding if you were seen to be not mixing.  When I was spotted writing with my left hand this was blown up into an insufferable event. Teachers tried to convince me to do the normal thing and write with my right hand. A conversation overheard by two teachers about my lack of writing skill still stays with me today, 49 years later.

I found freedom and happiness in unexpected places. The two I loved most were my grandfathers company and the library. Both were a fountain of knowledge about different worlds and experiences.  I learnt to let callous taunts and scathing remarks go in one ear and out the other. I sought refuge in my mind. I learnt that not everyone has to conform to the boxes set out for them.

The point of this post.

Is to ask parents not to push or prod their children into doing the socially acceptable thing. Some of us need time alone, time to explore, learn and most of all let the creative side flow.

If a child asks for sketch pads and crayons don’t feel obliged to run out and buy the newest version of paint for the computer. Let them be themselves.

In Ireland last week a couple were fighting the system regarding home schooling and educating children.  Their eleven year old daughter appeared with them on TV and I admired her for her well-chosen comment. She spoke quietly and well. I sat back and thought, I would vote for her.

I would love to know other introverts feelings on how society functions and how they fit  or didn’t fit into the world they were growing up in. More importantly how did it make you feel? And how did you cope?

Bob’s Diary: I thought the coast was clear.

It was Tuesday Maria was setting up to start blogging after we had a glorious walk when her phone went ping. She grabbed her coat, kicked me and Ellie outside.

When she arrived back we were not greeted as normal. I got curious.

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bob 1 tuesdayThey were back!

 

robyn playing
This is just ridiculous.

 

 

 

 

they are back

 

 

 

maddie prowlingSomething has to give and it won’t be me.

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Bob’s Stuff: Baby sitting or invaded?

I was waiting for ages.

waiting by gate

 

I thought we were baby sitting. Normally a job I love, kids, toys, fun and food. What more could a sociable dog want?

smiley bob watiting

Definitely not this…..

2 babies

 

 

 

 

 

peekingI was hijacked into babysitting….kittens?

 

 

 

 

 

playing kittens

 

 

 

 

 

kitten with ball

 

 

 

Nope Robyn is pure spitting evil. If you don’t hear from me by Tuesday send in the army. Take a look at this….

 

 

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Flash Fiction: Aya’s flight.

Aya clung to the rock.  Her thoughts were bleak. Is this it? The end?  She was tired of running.

Her vision was spectacular. A trait she cursed now as she watched the red spectre creeping relentlessly towards her. It was hungry devouring everything in its path.

Worse she could smell the acrid smell of death. So strong it hit the back of her throat making her gag.

Aya supposed this must be how her victims had felt before she ended their lives. But, she argued, my act had been one of self-defense not one born of hunger and greed.

Her eyelids fluttered, she wobbled a little as she clung to the rock. I mustn’t sleep yet, she whispered though there was no one to hear.  Aya was thirsty, hungry and exhausted.

She looked to the sky. The dark clouds mirrored the color of the charred earth but no rain had fallen.

She offered a prayer to the Gods for a quick end.

A tear escaped.

Then she heard it. A flutter. Ears straining she wondered if she was imagining it. A wishful thought converting a whispering wind to an animal’s movements.

Shoulders slumped as she decided to stay and prepare for death.

Aya flinched when she felt the slightest tingling touch along her back. Turning she saw a bright blue and green flicker darting along her back. The kingfisher moved like a flash of lightning as it danced in the air above her.

She opened her mind and heart to it demanding, “What do you want of me? Death?”

“No. Life. Follow me you are close to a spring which leads to a river many miles from here. ” The kingfisher darted away.

Aya watched him leave. Tiredness dictated she check this out before she moved. Swiveling about she took a deep breath. Her lips quivered as a tentative smile formed. She decided green river reeds never smelt this good.

Summoning the last of her energy, Aya loosened her grip on the rock. Then spreading her wings, the last dragon took flight into the dark sky with a heart burdened with hope.

 

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Maria’s Stuff: Weddings: Ireland: Today and Yesterday

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A thought about Weddings.

 

I have two weddings to attend in the next six months. 

This got me thinking about the change in attitude to the event since I was married thirty years ago.

Back then, the wedding was a means to an end. By that I mean most of us didn’t live together until after we were married. 

Today the trend as we know is different. The thing is the planning often takes years. This means a lot more stress over a longer period of time, or am I wrong in saying that?

The more time you have to think and plan the longer the brides list of must do’s and must haves gets. So it mushrooms into a Super Event. This is happening right now. Brides have to have, (I am told) bridal dance to create, learn and plan, the Hen night (a weekend or a week long affair), The Stag night (similar to the Hen night ), the day after the wedding party,  the speeches (often includes a video or photography link) and so on it grows.

One bride to be confessed she is afraid she will be on a downer after the event. My mouth dropped open and was nudged shut by my hubby. Words, for once, were not processed in my brain to reply to her.

For me the wedding is the start of the event: your life together.

I  will end on this note we planned our wedding in six weeks. 

It is true. Please don’t keel over.

We had church, flowers, hotel, and party with live band and oodles of photos. The six weeks came about when we became aware that to get our house loan we had to have a marriage certificate. We needed to give them a wedding date. We asked how long it would take to get the paperwork for the house completed we were told six weeks hence the six week date.  It was a small family wedding with a party afterwards and I loved every minute of it as did my husband and those who attended (or so they say).

 I will add weddings like life, can be as complicated or simple as we make them. But above all they should be enjoyable.

 

Maria’s Stuff: Free on Amazon – Kindle Deal

As many of you know I have taken a giant step for me and self published my 1st book. It was a tough decision to make but I knew I had to start somewhere. Self publishing like blogging is a journey. And I decided the only way to thank those who support me in my blogging journey was to make the book available to you.

The book is available free on Kindle from August 27th until August 30th. The link for American readers is simply: http://www.amazon.com/Moving-On-Maria-Matthews

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The first  chapter is available here to give you a taste of it.

 

As my two readers pictured here are not good at giving reviews, I am asking for reviews on Amazon or Goodreads.

 

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Once again thank you all for encouraging me to keep writing. (I promise I will get better at it as time goes by.)

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Bob’s Diary : Alert Sara has gone over to the other side.

We went to visit Sara

Amadeo's house

And found a mystery

looking

Ellie was doing laps of the house

bob searching

Sara wasn’t there but we smelt a very strange smell

 

bob outside looking in

But Yea…..I found it

 

come and look at this

I called Ellie  because I couldn’t believe it

ellie looking at

neither could she. Check these out for yourselves….

bob and puddy

And we couldn’t believe it.  Our Sara has gone to the other side….

Ellie and puddy

two pudd's

Kitten worse TWO KITTENS.

Ugh!

front door bob

 

I will have to stay here and wait to talk to her. We need to sort this out.

 

Bob’s Diary: Rained off, not this dog!

It was raining.

“Behave,” she said. And when she looked in, I was

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but…

 

 

 

 

 

someone had left a nice soft rug on the floor

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and it was too much so game time started.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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They always have to win.  Ah well, maybe next time.