Thursday, December 6, 2018

You Want What?

Ain't takin' this away from me!
This'll be a short post (unless I get long-winded, as happens). And it's a reminder for myself, as much as for my writerly friends.

A story gets down to what everyone wants. And what keeps them from getting what they want. Your good guys want something, your bad guys want something. Elsewise, no story. Think of the most person you can imagine, whether it's a yogi master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, the wise woman on the mountain, whomever. They want for nothing. But what happens when something intrudes on that peace? Just something to think about.

Makes me think of the Rolling Stones' song, "You Can't Always Get What You Want". "....You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you might find You get what you need...."

Sometimes your characters can't even get what they need. But that won't keep them from trying like hell.

Keep writing, friends.

Friday, November 30, 2018

....The Rest of the Journey

Picking up where I left off last week, if I can remember where I was. Looking back at my last post per our Louisville trek, we headed to our favorite Barnes and Noble on Hurstborne, scored a few magazines, then next door to Mimi's Cafe. Great relaxing place for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Gotta try the tomato basil soup. Incredible!

Okay, so, we headed on to what Wendy and I think of as our hotel. Homewood Suites, also on Hurstborne, just a mile or so down from Mimi's and Barnes and Noble. We arrived five-ish, grabbed some snacks in the lobby, headed to our room, a king suite with kitchenette, great workspaces, and church quiet.

Next day, it was on to La Grange, Kentucky. Hang on a sec while I look at our receipts from our purchases there. Not sure if La Grange is one or two words (It's one word, looks like LaGrange, but my disagree on whether it's Lagrange or LaGrange. Mostly, it's LaGrange, so we'll go with that.) Got a nice coffee shop now, LaGrange Coffee Roasters, right there on Main Street. Good place, lots of seating, and it seems fairly popular. We just grabbed a cup and moved along. Pretty much everything's located on Main, with the railroad tracks running down the middle of the street. If you're lucky, you'll get to see the train run through town. Sort of a big event around there.

La Grange (I have seen it spelled that way, too) has a few more shops open than the last time we were there. And we hit most of them. You'll get a little walking in, with a handful of places to rest,  grab a cup of whatever, and eat. Here are then names of a few we hit: Arts Association of Oldham County, Mercantile on Main (fun place with vintage and kitschy items), and The Copper Awning.

Lunchtime. Used to be a great Irish pub in LaGrange, but no more. I miss the fish and the draft Guinness. Can't hardly find anyplace that has draft Guinness these days. At any rate, there's a new place called The Mayan Latin Cuisine, which we'll try next time, but we wanted quirky that day, so we hit one we've been to several times before, One Nineteen West Main. You can go vegetarian or as meatarian as you like here.

Well, that's pretty much a wrap. From there it was back down US60 towards home. Until the next adventure....

Keep writing, friends.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Helpful Holiday Cleaning Suggestions

Hi-de-ho, folks. Well, we're sliding like a greased reindeer (hmm, that doesn't sound right) toward the holiday train wreck... uh, I mean, holiday season, so it's time for Tom's Handy Holiday Tips.

You know how it is. Company's coming over, and that means you have to make like your home looks like something from one of those magazines near the store checkout where the anorexic models on the covers look all green and red and sparkly. So, how do you get the scattered chaos in your house straightened before Aunt Gonorra pops in to stay a day or ten with her demon-children from the depths of Mordor? Here's what I do. Here are a couple of photos of the floor around my work area, for example.



Now, find some decorative blankets or towels, or even a lovely shirt, and drape them over the piles, thusly:





Fold the fabric to give a charming and pleasant folding effect. Now, to complete the delusion, add a few festive holiday figures, like this:






There. Your holiday clean-up is complete, and your guests will be sure to compliment you on your decorating skills.

Be on the lookout for more helpful holiday cleaning and decorating techniques. Next time, I'll show you how to score a great Christmas tree that your kids will love. They might even want to get into the Christmas spirit when you drive them around your neighborhood at 2 AM looking for the best evergreens. Be sure to have your tree saw handy.

Keep writing, friends.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

On to Louisville

Soapy Dopey and Others
 Picking up from a couple of days ago:

Breakfast done at Kountry Kitchen in Frankfort. Oh, by the way, did I mention the pancakes? They have great pancakes. So, Wendy and I hopped back on US 60 (Much calmer than I64. Besides, there always seems to be construction on the interstate) and had a nice, easy drive to Louisville. First stop -- flea markets. And one of the best in that area is a Peddler's Mall way the heck out on Hurstborne Parkway. And here I'm a bit confused, because I know we headed to the left on Hurstborne when we got to Louisville and drove through a bunch of shopping stuff until we got to a less populated area. Looking back over our receipts, it's called Peddler's Mall Middletown, but when I try to find it on one of the electronic maps, it doesn't mention Hurstborne. Ah, well, moving on.

We found some neat stuff there, but didn't much. Saw a lot that we could've bought, such as:


Sure, this is a great gift idea. A creepy, Village of the Damned doll. I mean, this thing could give me nightmares.

But then, there's this little jewel:

It's a house, and a basket. What more could anyone ask for?

And then.... :

The glass duck bowl. You could set this beside the house basket.

Well, we had lots of fun at this place, so it was time to move on to the Goodwill down the road. It really does have an address of 133 South Hurstborne, and we were making our way towards our favorite Barnes and Noble and Mimi's restaurant.

But more of that later....

Keep writing, friends.

Friday, November 23, 2018

A Trip Down the Road


Ah, yes, feels good to let my fingers loose once again on the keyboard. It's been awhile since I've done so, for various reasons. All excuses, yes, but as John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." What with demolition and reconstruction of our house (otherwise known as remodeling), and computer issues, including no Internet on my newer computer (I'm on the old workhorse at present), I just haven't been bloggerly active. Wasn't in the mood. So, remind myself of a Ray Bradbury quote, and I'm seriously paraphrasing here, "Just sit down and write. That will take care of any of those moods you're having." Thanks for the reminder, Ray.

Wendy and I hadn't been on a trip out of town, just the two of us, since way before the beginning of house alterations, so I booked us a room at one of our favorite hotels in Louisville, Homewood Suites. On Tuesday this week, we headed out in the A.M., down US 60 toward Frankfort. Much more relaxing staying off the interstates as much as possible. First stop, breakfast, at Kountry Kitchen in Frankfort. A Mom-and-Pop diner that serves excellent food, especially breakfast. The pancakes, in particular, are the way pancakes should be done -- thin, with that golden-brown crust.

Breakfast done, we headed out, still on US60, for Louisville.

Okay, that's enough for now. More later.

Keep writing, friends.   

Thursday, September 13, 2018

I'm Pretty Sure They're Collies


At least, from the way they hopped around and ran, I think they were collies. The giant leaches, that is.

Okay, I'll backtrack a hair. Haven't written any posts for a bit, as Wendy and I've been in the middle of Hurricane Remodeling. New roof, old deck torn down, and a 4-season new sun room where we can watch our birds and other backyard critters. Plus, our cats, Guinness and Barley, can come out with us and have kitty TV.

Also been getting the inside of the house painted, so nothing is where we think it is, but the positive side effect is that we're tossing some stuff, too. Seeing all our stuff makes us realize even more how little we need, so we're having a purging. And, as part of that, we've been going through some old videotapes and watching them, and in most cases chunking them after a viewing. Last night's is an example.

The Killer Shrews, while a perfect good/bad movie, is one we can most likely catch on YouTube, should we decide to watch it again.

What can I say? Some bad acting, bad script, bad direction, but, hey! It was fun! It did move. And I honestly believe James Best (remember him as Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane in The Dukes of Hazzard?) tried to act his way through this thing, but it couldn't be saved. That being said, Shrews is a hoot. Not to the level of Plan 9 From Outer Space, but it could give Plan 9 a run for its movie. Shrews is great, drive-in movie schlocky fun.

Our story so far: Thorne Sherman (James Best) and Rook Griswold (Judge Henry Dupree) are delivering supplies in the S. S. Minnow... no, wait, that's another show.

Anyway, they deliver the supplies to a strange group of folks on a small island that's about to be clobbered by a hurricane (pronounced hurruhkuhn by Best's character). Actually, the seas are pretty calm for storm conditions, but, hey, maybe a hurruhkuhn is different.

Long story short, everyone has to take shelter from the hurruhkuhn, and in the process we discover there are giant, killer, mutant shrews threatening everyone. These critters have been created by our resident scientist-types living on the island. One of my favorite parts of this train-wreck is watching the beasties run and jump about. To me, they looked like collies covered with carpet and fake fangs, but another source, Wikipedia, said they were coonhounds. Whatever they were, they provided great comedic moments as they "attacked" their "victims". We'd see a victim do the usual trip-and-fall routine, then the not-so-giant killer shrews would leap about all over him, excited dog fashion.

Well, that's about all I can do for now. More later....

Keep writing, friends.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Our Thanks to Archimedes

Tools of Arch
The plant, de-holed


Leave it to an old, dead Greek philosopher, mathematician, scientist, Jack-of-all-trades to help Wendy and I with getting a large plant out of the ground today. Good ol' Archimedes, just an all-around nice guy (Arch to his friends), must've been doing some landscaping at the time, or needed to change a tire, when he came up with the idea of the lever. I think he said something like, "Give me a good, strong two-by-four and a big ass rock, and I'll get that plant out of the ground." I'm sure he said something like that.

At any rate, Wendy and I had some plants we wanted to save before the destruction and construction of remodeling commences. So, armed with soft dirt (mud, actually) gloves, two shovels, and a fairly solid two-by-four, we dug and pried that sucker out so we can transplant it, and hopefully save it.

Time for a shot of Ouzo. To Arch!

Keep writing, friends.