Lorenzo & Co.

Glad you could join us for the next lovely episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

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Photo credit: Vadim Trunov

“Dudes!” Lorenzo called to James and Juliet. “Look at this!”

“What is it, man?” James asked, prodding Elliot with one toe, “Is it, like, alive?”

“I dunno, dude. This foreign guy just came up out of the water with diamonds in his mouth and stuck it on my boat.” He plucked Elliot off the side of the log with his bill and lay him at their feet. “I don’t think he’s breathing, man.”

“Stand back, you guys,” Juliet commanded. “I know CPR.” She stretched Elliot’s neck back, leaning his chin to one side, and began compressions.

“She is, like, amazing,” James confided. “She just knows so much stuff. That’s why I married her, bro.” His eyes gleamed with pride. Or something.

Without warning, Elliot blurped a dirty dribble of water and coughed raggedly. Juliet sat back beaming as he tried unsuccessfully to right himself.

“Whoa, dude! It is alive!” Lorenzo exclaimed.

“A little help here, please?” Elliot requested, rolling back and forth on his shell.

“And it, like, talks!” James gave Elliot a little push with his wing tip, tilting him over to stand upright.

Shrugging his shell back into place, Elliot drew himself to his full height and dignity. “I beg your pardon,” he began, nodding to Juliet, “I’m a little confused. How did I get here?”

James squawked a quack that struck Elliot’s nerves like lightening. If his foot hadn’t been so firmly stuck to the bark, he would have flipped overboard.

Lorenzo’s wings flapped frantically. “It was epic, dude! This diamond guy spit you onto my boat, but you were, like, dead, and Juliet brought you back to life!”

Turning to Juliet, Elliot bowed his head. “Thank you for saving me. I wish I could repay you, but I’m afraid I need to ask for one more kindness.” He swung his eyes from one to the other to the other. “I need to return to shore.” His eyes swept in separate arcs above his head, searching for a likely place to disembark.

To the west, a mossy knoll on the opposite bank caught a ray of sunshine through the trees.

Then he saw her.

To be continued…

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Today’s twofer from April 17, 2016:

Letters and Livelihood

I wrote letters when I was growing up. Mom insisted. Dad had escaped the Midwest with all of us in tow, so all our relatives were 2,500 miles away, wanting to know how we were and what we were up to. Especially Mom’s two older sisters, Sis and Dorrie, authentic maiden aunts who lived with their mother all her life, and together all of theirs.

Strangely enough, they were not crazy cat ladies. In fact, their living situation didn’t seem the least bit peculiar to me.

I wasn’t the most eager letter writer. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was so busy with chairing the Commencement Committee, copy editing the yearbook, serving as Treasurer of ECIVRES (service spelled backwards, an honorary… yep, service organization), keeping up with a college class in Political Science, trying to earn A’s in my honors classes, working regular babysitting jobs, and attempting to have some sort of social life, that my letters were closer to lists of activities and apologies for not writing more often, than to meaningful communications with people who loved me.

Dorrie often issued a dire warning against “burning the candle at both ends”, which I saw as:

candle 1
Intriguing, and kind of romantic, yes?

And I’m pretty sure she saw more as:

Candle 3
A worn out puddle of splurp.

To this day, I have never heeded her warning. Which brings me to the

Livelihood

portion of this post.

I am behind. I am behind in posting to the A to Z Blogging Challenge (today is N Day, isn’t it?) I am also behind in my livelihood work.

Confession: “I am an increasingly reluctant seamstress.” Me. On a good day.

From your side of the table, it looks a lot like:

sewing 1
But with far less attractive nails.

From my side, it looks a lot like:

sewing 2
Crap. Where the hell is the hole?

Several factors have come into play to inflate my dream of retirement from this honorable and manually laborious trade.

  1. Advancing age
  2. Retreating eyesight
  3. I’d rather be reading good books
  4. I’d rather be reading other people’s blogs
  5. I’d rather be taking pictures for the M:P366 Photo Challenge
  6. I’d rather be writing the A to Z Blogging Challenge
  7. I’d rather be writing the 3 Day Quote Challenge
  8. I’d rather be writing the “final” edit of Enhanced
  9. I’d rather be writing the next part of the Second Earth Trilogy
  10. I’d rather…

You get the idea.

But because I am well endowed with Dad’s Germanic stubbornness, my own near compulsion to defy common sense limits, and “a pesky need to eat sometime this month” (thank you Joss Whedon), I persevere. I will continue my unbroken 107 day streak on M:P. I will complete the 3 Day Quote Challenge tomorrow. I will catch up on A to Z this weekend.

And dammit, I’ll get all that sewing done, too. Because, reality being what it is, rather than retire, I will have to work until the Day. I. Die.

Well, maybe I’ll take that last week off.

What are your retirement plans? Is it even a realistic option? Or are you already living the dream?

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Author: Sue Ranscht

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32 thoughts on “Lorenzo & Co.”

  1. I am living the dream, thanks for asking. On the other hand, I’m definitely NOT retired. And, like you, I am BEHIND! Sheesh, it’s hard to be anything but behind during the A to Z challenge, right? It’s crazy. Still, Happy Easter!

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    1. Happy Easter to you, too, John! I did fall behind last year, but this year, I decided to try planning ahead — oh, the novelty! I didn’t prepare the entire month, but I’m managing a week at a time. I admit it’s removed much of the stress I experienced last year.

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  2. I was REALLY worried for Elliot!! Lucky the duck dudes came along..but..WHO has he seen?? Can’t wait for the next instalment!
    Great second read too, was it Mae West who said: ” My candle burneth at both ends it will not last the night; but Ah my friends and Oh my foes it gives a lovely light!” Always makes me smile…:) xx

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      1. I was trying to come up with a dreadful cricket related pun there, something about being out for a duck, but I don’t know enough about the game…!!
        And fancy that! I did think it sounded unlikely for Mae West, although I am quite sure she embraced the philosophy of it!! 🙂 xx

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        1. Haha! I’m sure it would have gone right over my head. I know nothing about the game of cricket except that there is a flattish bat (that can be used as a weapon during the Zombie Apocalypse), and there are wickets.

          P.S. I think Mae West was known as a pretty smart cookie. 😉

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  3. I always pictured burning the candle at both ends as a straight candle with a wick on either end, floating in midair, burning. This image makes no sense in reality, and the circular candle seems much more possible in the real world. I suppose you could have the candle lying on its side with the flames barely above whatever surface it was laying on, but that seems entirely too precarious.

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    1. At the very least, it should be U-shaped, right? But I carried the same straight candle floating image that you did. Now, I would create something more artistic like a folded spiral with intertwining ends. Or a knotted rope shape with a clove hitch or sheep’s bend. Or a free form squiggle. 🙂

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    1. Lol. I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Diana. Growing up in southern California, there were plenty of surfer dudes around to imprint the culture on the rest of us. These dudes were naturals. There have been times I’ve threaded that needle by feel. I’m not sure what quality I would achieve by sewing blind, but at least I know I could get the thread through the hole! 😉

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  4. This is a fine saga indeed – what will Elliot be up to next? I’m smiling at the image of burning your candle at both ends – just be sure to keep it away from any and all seamstress-y things. Retiring in a flame of glory might not be exactly what you had in mind.

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    1. Thank you, Deborah. I hope you’ll join Elliot for each unexpected turn he takes. Ah, retiring in flames would be a very short retirement, wouldn’t it — but, as you say, glorious! No, no, completely unappealing. I shall mind your advice. lol

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  5. You see, this is what happens after I read your blog… First, I smile and think about Elliot (apologize for misspelling his name the other day) and his being brought back to life with CPR. Then I read about your childhood memories and my mind takes me back to OUR times together. I marvel at your ability to remember details and how beautifully you express those memories in your writing. I think about enrolling in a writing class, but then wonder where I’ll find the time because I too have a list of things to do even though I am blissfully retired. I spend WAY TOO much time analyzing my response usually deciding I don’t like what I’ve written…erase, erase…start over…oh crap…just hit the “like” button. Then I spend a good part of my day feeling guilty that I didn’t write a proper response. No wonder I can’t get anything accomplished. 😕

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    1. And you have that beautiful family to devote time to, too. There are only two solutions I can suggest: A. Give up sleeping. B. Get a time machine. (I was going to say “Build a time machine”, but obviously, you don’t have time for that. But I think they’re on Backorder at T.A.R.D.I.S.com.)

      Thank you for your very kind assessment of my writing. As for the clarity of my memories — I think the older ones have just been there so long, they’ve become as solid as petrified wood. It’s the fresh memories that seem more vaporous. lol. I feel your pain about proper responses. There are a few places I always try to leave one of those, and then there are ALL the others.

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