I Smell A Rat #newcago #horticulture #pandemic #flashfiction #reading

 

New Cago was not a very cultured metropolis before the epi & pan demic. Kids were shoving things up their noses or in their veins. It made sense that there was no room for something for the mind to synthesize.

Then the libraries were closed. So most people read their cereal box for entertainment. But Lily kept a lovely assortment of classical and tasteful books.

Her favorite subject was horticulture.

I could read it and be out like a light at the end of a shift.

But after she died, I started noticing her hand writing and circles in the margins.

Hard not to notice what she had been researching before the wild fire epidemic.

Lil, this is bizarre- the night after you died circles started to appear in red.

One of her notes, ” good if given early but a little too much and they won’t wake up – ever.”

Another had lines through it and question marks. “I know this should work but I’m not seeing the results…” and another comment “why is this only working on a few people????”

And another one that rose the hairs on my back it read more like a sci-fi. “Subject should have demonstrated signs of immunity. I inoculated myself at the same time. If my research is correct, he will start to exhibit…”

“Oh Lil.   OH LIL!!!” I took my head and my hands wondering again if her research was the cause of her death.

“Death” some days it sounded so peaceful.

“Sam. Sam.” I heard a pounding on the steel grate of the door.

“Yeah coming. Hey Peely.” Here was the one good kid in the neighborhood.

“This is for you.”The errand boy that we were both so fond of handed me a box. Our eyes looked at each other then at the brown square.

I opened the box. It was that hat with rounded corners. “I’ve been looking at this for months.” The card underneath was in her handwriting.

“Peel, ya know what I hate most about this town?”

“Yeah Sam, I know. It’s so damned lonely.”

“and unpredictable.” My head felt like a pinball machine with the silver ball hitting every bumper and bell possible.

I looked in the envelope flap and saw the four names with the same prefix: R-A-T.

And that’s where we will start at cleaning up this mess Lil.’

 

Okay you caught me chasing a pandemic. I’m blogging about elderly issues, but sometimes I get sidetracked.

Reading is important for the elderly. One 90 year old (with Alzheimers) is reading one of his many favorites: a biography about Einstein. The only thing I can understand is the title and the pictures.

Keeping the mind engaged through reading and even the visuals in books is important. We can create new pathways even in an old brain.

 

How do you keep your mind active???

 

 

I’m revamping a Noir crime series I wrote in 2013. The story centered around crime in a metropolis called New Cago but the main antagonist was a deadly disease ( pandemic) lurking in dark corners. If you like Noir and you have time to read come back for more in the days to come. The stories do stand alone so they can be read in any order.

An Old Dilemma part 1

An Old Dilemma part 2

Whats the worst that can happen

Someone Needs to Survive

Oodles of Planes #smithsonian #photography

 

 

 

All ages

captivated by flying

out of air

 

When I think of prolific I think of the number of aircraft at the Annual Innovations in Flight.  From Hot air balloons to planes that break the sound barrier, it’s a great day spent at Smithsonian’s Air and Space Museum in Chantilly Northern Virginia.

Set this day aside if your love old cars, old aircraft, history and a fun day.  This year it will be held on June 16th. Did I mention that it is FREE??? The only cost is for parking. Please join us for prolific amount of AIR!!!!

 

This week’s wordpress photo prompt is prolific

An Invisible Dragon #atozchallenge #children #dragons

I’m breaking with my theme “Children” and poetry slightly for today. My pet dragon and his best friend Emily insisted. This is an excerpt from the book we are working on “Raising a dragon in the 21st Century.”

 

 

Today my class went on a cool field trip to the Air and Space Museum. There are really old planes and even a space shuttle. I imagined being in the cockpit of the Discovery as it shot into space on the back of a rocket.  I was adjusting my space suit when…

“Look up there,” one of the students pointed.  “That red airplane is moving. Do you think it will fall?”

“Those airplanes are well secured so they wont fall.” Our tour guide assured us.

“It’s like the movie Night at the museum,” another student said as we watched several of the airplanes rocking back and forth on their thin cables.

The tour guide stepped away from our class and got on her walkie.  I saw her lips mouth “Is it safe for these children…”

Then I noticed the shadow of a dragon wing brushing against a plane.

“Drag,” I hissed, “get over there.” I pointed to the bathrooms as I stomped over to the corner out of sight. “What are you doing here?”

“Emily, when I heard you were going to a place where there were flying things I wanted to see them too.  Not one of them will talk to me.”

“Hmmm. You thought you would find another dragon at the museum?”

Drag’s eyes got big as he nodded.

“Ohhh Drag, I’m sorry. All these things are machines. As far as I know, you are the only living dragon.”

“That’s too bad.” Drag made a face at the winged machines.

“Please stay right next to me until we get outside. Then I want you to fly straight home. No more touching airplanes. And you need to stay invisible.”

“Ok Em,” my dragon wiggled his eyes.

I giggled and crossed my eyes.

You can’t be too careful where you go when you are raising a dragon in the 21st century…

“Hi – If you are visiting from the A to Z challenge can you please not tell my papa you saw me. He get’s worried about my pet dragon and incidents and stuff I don’t understand yet.”

~ Thanks Em

 

Balloon #dailypost #photography #haiku

color confusion

birds continue their routine

out of steam

 

Today’s Daily Post  prompt is Empty. The people in line for a balloon ride at Innovations in Flight were disappointed as the Smithsonian’s balloon was emptied of hot air.

Never Stop Learning #poetry #aviation

Edgars desk

Today- I watched a bee

as it circled ’bout a rose

examining too close

I inhaled with my nose

Today- I watched a deer

she hid amongst the trees

clever nature seems

camera only caught the leaves

Today- I heard a child

questioning things that flew

inspired eyes so blue

I grasp knowledge anew

(and upside down at times)

plane in clouds

 

Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.

Benjamin Franklin


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The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Teachers

Inspired #aviation #photography

No words 

those who serve their country

soar on wings

frog

The wordpress DP Photochallenge prompt is dpchallenge

Today the United States Marines retired the faithful CH-46 aka Phrog at the Air and Space Museum.

Working Together #rebootthesuit

walk on the moon

Watching numbers increase

children, moms and dads

many hands join

the clock we aim to beat

suit walked on the moon

put back together

 generations to enjoy

happily on history’s loom

reach the number with the crowd

each of us will share a prize

knowing we were a part

Neil’s ghost will be so proud

Yesterday we (staff and volunteers at National Air and Space Museum) watched the numbers hourly as day two of #reboot the suit was underway. I cant tell you how many children and families had their pictures taken by the cardboard copy of  Neil Armstrong’s space suit. This is where unity works so well – toward a cause that people can get behind.Check out #Rebootthesuit; it is the first kickstarter that Smithsonian has undertaken for fundraising. Presently on day three, the project is three fifths of the way to the goal.

The prompt at Poet’s United today is Unity.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/smithsonian/reboot-the-suit-bring-back-neil-armstrongs-spacesu

Look Up #poetry #devotion

 

wright

They looked up to the sky

wondering how the birds might

Men in their minds worked

puzzling over to flight

Time after time they tried

always another glitch

falling apart at the seams

so unlike the finch

trials they persevered

eager to gain height

broken bones and wings

brothers were named Wright

higher and higher we fly

looking beyond the loon

forging a further frontier

what marvel to walk on the moon

***

It took commitment (day in and day out) for men who wanted to fly to build that dream. It takes (daily) commitment, a focus forward, and stamina to strive toward a relationship with our God.

“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead.”

Philippians 3:13

 

Shared today with the folks at Poet’s United Poetry Pantry.