Is 60kmph Breezy?

The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is BREEZY.
Sue’s Jibber Jabber prompt is SEE

Our weather was doing “breezy” earlier this morning. Now the wind has stepped up some and to me it seems more like “gale.” What do you think? Would you still call winds 40 kmph with gusts up to 60 kmph — 26, gusts to 39mph — breezy? Or downright windy?

With dark gray clouds moving in, it feels like we went from June to the end of September in a day. However, looking out my window I see the lilacs are in bloom and robins are foraging on the lawn. When I was out I heard wrens singing from branches beside their little birdhouses. And I have a number of itchy insect bites after my planting session yesterday. So there’s no doubt about the season.

Years ago the poet Helen Hunt Jackson wrote:
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
and flowers of June together
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather.

To each his own, they say. Bug bites notwithstanding, I’ll take June.

H. Tulips

Potluck Offering


robin joins
our impromptu picnic
brings the sushi

🙂

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Messin’ and learnin’…

With the new Block Editor, if you embed
an Inline image, your image can be resized
but not moved independently. Unless you choose to
change the text position — which moves the whole block.

Last Call for Learning?

Good morning everyone!

We have a beautiful day here on the prairies, which is not exactly what we would wish for, but you don’t always get what you wish for. If we did, some people would leave well enough alone and stop “improving” things, right?

The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is the simple word CALL. I expect I’m going to be calling for help many times, as I try to get used to the new editor. WordPress has announced that they’re retiring the old editor on June 1st — though us die-hards can still access it and use it, apparently. But for how long?

The new editor, as I see all the complexities of it, reminds me of a Rubic’s cube — and I never was good at those. Last night, after seeing their post with the announcement I spent a good while doing a few extra posts, going back and forth to the WordPress website, trying to figure out how to operate this complex new system. I haven’t mastered inserting images yet.

Image by succo at Pixabay

Heretofore I’ve basically used two “blocks”: I write paragraphs and paste in images. I could block my whole text to Justify; now I must do it paragraph by paragraph as each paragraph seems to be considered a block. And the sidebar had all the info I needed. Last night I spent five minutes on each post trying to figure out how to access the Categories and Tags. I think I’ve got that now. So much to learn as the stream of technological advancements pulls sticks-in-the-mud like me along with it.

There are supposed to be different fonts; I haven’t discovered them yet. On the other hand, I really like the new range of colours available for the type! But you have to write the number down or you can’t get back to it, should you decide to add something.

Speaking of attractive colours, hummingbirds have been seen in our area, so I’d best get my feeders up. Have a great day everyone, and do stop over at the Ragtag Community blog to see what other folks are posting in response to this prompt.

Long & Winding Tale of a Deluge

MSJADELI from Tao Talk started this story at Teresa Grabs’ fun challenge, Finish The Story. Here’s her Opening Chapter:

The House on Clearwater Lake

A house sat perched precariously on the edge of Clearwater Lake. It was a house that should not have stood, yet stand it did. It had been there for centuries and locals swore the same couple lived there the whole time. Locals never knew how right they were until the day the rains started.

“It’s just a little rain,” Susan said, watching the couple pile water and canned fruit into their shopping cart.

The couple looked at the checker and smiled politely. “The rain will not stop,” they said, “we’ve seen this before.”

No sooner had the couple left, Susan but dropped her smirk as locals poured into the shop chaotically looking for food. The once spring storm skies have turned …

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Sadje’s Part 2

….. dark grey and water came down in sheets. People were scurrying away in the downpour with their bags of groceries clutched tightly under their umbrellas. Susan thought that it would be prudent to get some stuff for her family as well, just in case… What am I thinking! She nervously chided herself and yet she bought some bottled water, cans of soup and other supplies and started home. The umbrella she had was too flimsy and inadequate to handle the rain and she was soaked to skin when she reached her place. She met Dan at the door who was getting the kids inside. She sent an inquiring gaze towards him and was answered by a nod. Dan knew something but didn’t want to say it in front of the kids.

After dinner when they had sent the kids to bed, they discussed the elephant in the room.

“Do you think there is something to be worried about, the rain I mean?” Susan asked him.

Dan looked a bit worried but smiled at her question. “You have heard the rumor too?”

“I was there when the Jackson’s were buying water and other foodstuffs in the store today. She said that the rain won’t stop! Do you know what she meant?”

Dan looked uneasy and said…….

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Melanie’s Part 3

Dan looked uneasy and said, “Oh I suspect those people are just doomsday advocates. You know, those odd people who go about spreading lies about the coming end of the world!”

Susan frowned, disturbed at Dan’s cavalier attitude. “I don’t know about the doomsday idea,” she began, “sensible people have been telling us about the repercussions of our lifestyles for years and years. What do you think global warming is about, anyway?! All these horrid superstorms, which keep getting more and more severe. I wonder if there isn’t a grain of truth in the Jackson’s statement. Maybe the rain won’t stop this time.”

Dan snorted, but it was a weak uncertain sound. Susan knew he believed the same thing she did. But what to do about it? There wasn’t enough food and water available if the rain kept pouring down, not to mention the flooding that surely would occur and the destruction of life as they knew it.

Susan thought back to old traditions that she had grown up hearing about. Things about appeasing old gods and sacrifice. Maybe it was time for some out of the box thinking. Maybe someone should call Stephen King and ask him what he would do, if he were writing about the end of days brought about by a mega-storm, instead of a mega-virus. Susan shook her head at her whimsical train of thought.

The thing to do right now was to make sure her family was secure. Dan could put together some sandbags and …

There was a tremendous roaring sound and a portion of the side door nearest the small creek, broke apart. Muddy water began to pour into the hall. Susan screamed, out of pure reflex, and Dan and she clung to each other watching the water run. Out of the black night a voice boomed…

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Kristian’s Part 4

Making them jump, then stand and stare in astonishment.

“Come on, jump aboard, this is your last chance,” said a man with a long white beard standing on wooden hand made boat.

Susan grabbed her raincoat and her kids and jumped onto the boat and Dan was not far behind. They saw they were not the only people on board, several of their neighbours were there huddled inside the bowels of the boat.

There didn’t appear to be anyone steering or rowing the boat and yet, without rhyme or reason, it appeared to float down the watery avenue that had once been the main street of town.

The boat then sailed out onto the lake towards the island. The lights in the house were lit like a beacon, beckoning them in. The boat pulled up against a wooden jetty and the strange bearded man jumped out and tied the boat securely.

“Come on everyone, we’ll be safe on the island.”

When they arrived at the house, the front door opened and to everyone’s surprise…

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Fandango’s Part 5

…there were seven dwarfs standing in a reception line, greeting everyone as they walked into house’s foyer. “Oh my God, they are so cute,” Susan whispered to Dan.

Dan, always the skeptic, said, “I don’t know, Susan. I am not too keen on being ‘saved’ by some random, Gandalf-like Wizard who miraculously shows up at our home, shuffles us onto a crude wooden boat, and then leads us into Snow White’s house to be greeted by the likes of Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, and Sneezy. Are we in the middle of some weird dream or are we dead, having perished when the muddy waters poured into the hall of our home? This whole situation makes no sense.”

Dan walked up to the man with the long white beard and said, “Where are we and what is going on here? We put our lives in your hands and you bring us to this strange house with these little people waiting to greet us. I need a rational explanation for all of this. I demand an explanation.”

The man with the long white beard glared at Dan. “Your cynicism is well placed, my friend,” he said. “We are at a way station, neither here nor there. We will remain here until fate guides us to our next steps.”

“What next steps?” Dan asked.

The man with the long long white beard smiled. “You are about to find out, my friend.” Just at that moment, the front door to the strange house flung open and standing in the doorway was none other than…

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StrokeSurvivor‘s Part 6

a small, clean -shaven man. As he gradually appeared in the dim light, Susan could see that he looked younger by some years, but there was no mistaking the family resemblance to her own “escort”. “I couldn’t find any more”, he said. More what? The question was left unanswered.

Susan, fortunately, was starting to think clearly. “We need a roll call”, she announced. “Do we know anybody who lives close by, who isn’t here?” For a while, there was silence. Dan was alerted by a tugging of his sleeve. He looked down to see his eldest daughter. “Mrs Brennan”, she whispered. Of course, old Mrs Brennan owned the beautiful Rose Cottage next to the creek.

Dan took control. “You’re right. We have to look for Mrs Brennan”, he said. “That creek will be bursting by now, we have to find her. We might be stuck here with a bunch of weirdos but we’re not in immediate danger. We need to find her and bring her here”. “That’s impossible”, a voice piped. It was Gandalf: “You can’t get off the island”. There were murmurs of agreement from the dwarfs, but Dan had to try something.

“Who’ll help me?”, he asked. From the rescued party, a man and a woman stepped forward. “We can’t just do nothing”, the woman said. “Okay, we all got torches? Make sure those coats are wrapped well!”, Dan said with an air of determination, before wrenching the door open again. Susan hugged the children. “Dad won’t be gone long”, she said, trying to stifle her own tears.

Outside, the rain was still lashing down. Even Dan’s powerful torch was not much use, and he stumbled twice as he retraced their steps from the boat. Finally, the three broke out of the woods and reached a small jetty. But instead of the boat they had just arrived in, they saw…

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New Epic Author‘s Part 7

the house on the edge of Clearwater Lake inundated by a mud mudslide. Mrs. Brennan was standing on the roof yelling her head off that she needed to be rescued, as the heavy rains triggered a mudslide that knocked her house off its foundation. Luckily, she was able to crawl out from under the wreckage to get on top of the house, before it was ripped apart. The roof was floating in the high waters and Dan couldn’t even guess where the rest of the house was. Dan yelled, “Delores, hold on we are coming to rescue you.” Delores said, “Of course I am going to hold on, but I need to know if you have seen my son Josh, as he was playing in his bedroom when the house came loose and I am afraid that the river may have taken him.” Dan handed his torch to George, man with a long white beard and he climbed onto the roof and told Delores to hold his hand as they were going to jump off together.

Once they were safely on the ground, Dan grabbed his torch back said, “Let’s go find Josh, he couldn’t have gotten too far and something in my bones is telling me that it is this way.” Dan indicated the direction with his torch and then the natural gas pipeline…

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My (Li from Tao Talk) Part 8

…..made a horrible screeching sound as the roof floated into it.

A hand reached from behind Dan and grabbed the torch and doused it in the water.

“Look!,” Jimmy, the tall fireman with the short dark curly hair said. Dan and the others looked to where Jimmy was pointing. The natural gas pipeline was broken, with gas escaping with a piercing hiss. The torch could have blown them all to smithereens.

Jimmy said, “Let’s split up, and half of us try to find Josh, and the other half come with me, to the fire station. We have a small fleet of boats all gassed up and ready to go. We don’t know how much longer the rain will fall, but there’s a good chance the island and the house will soon be underwater.”

Dan, Mr. & Mrs. Jones, and Delores set off to find Josh. Jimmy and George headed for the fire station to bring the boats back. They all decided to meet back at the same place in an hour.

The water continued to rise; slogging through it was tiring. Delores kept calling Josh’s cell phone but every time it went to voicemail. She wondered if Josh had snuck out again like he usually did when he was sent to his room. She called Misty, the mother of Billy, Josh’ friend. Misty picked up immediately.

“Misty, this is Delores. Josh isn’t at your house is he?”

“Delores, yes he is. He said you told him he could spend the night because you were afraid the river was going to rise and get to your house.”

“Thank God he’s safe. I didn’t say he could stay at your house but I’m glad he’s there and that you all live on the one hill this town has. Is it ok if I come over and stay with you all, at least until morning?”

“Sure Delores, come on over.”

Delores told Dan and Mr. & Mrs. Jones good luck and headed for the hill. The other three headed back for the rendezvous point with plenty of time to spare. When they got there, they climbed up on the roof and waited for Jimmy and George with the boats as the rain continued…

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Keith’s Ramblings Part 9

…to fall from the leaden sky.  They waited and they waited.  What was taking so long?

Delores was exhausted and drenched to the skin by the time she reached Misty’s house atop the hill.

“ Let me have your coat, Delores, I’ll get you a towel and a warm drink”

“Where’s Josh? she asked.

“In the front bedroom with Billy ”  Misty replied.

Delores ran up the stairs.  “Are you okay she called as she ran through the door.  Josh was nowhere to be seen.  She went from room to room.  Where was he?  And where was Billy?  She tried calling his cell phone.  From an open window, she heard a familiar ring tone. Josh’s ring tone.  On the veranda below, a phone glowed in the gloom.

Back at the rendezvous point, they were becoming concerned.  Over an hour had passed. Where were Jimmy and George?

“Look look, here they come!”

Two boats appeared.  However, their relief was short-lived.  The boats were empty.  Jimmy and George were nowhere to be seen.  There was only one thing for it, …

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Christine‘s Part 10

…and that was to capture one of those boats and get back to the island. Dan glanced at the rolling dark clouds above. This isn’t going to quit anytime soon, he thought, and the creek’s pouring all its water into Clearwater Lake. Before long that house on the island will be flooding, too.” He thought of that strange house where so many, including his family, had taken refuge. He was not going to let Susan and the children drown there if he could help it.

Matt Smith echoed his thoughts. “Clearwater Lake will be rising fast. We’ve got to get the folks at that house moved on to the hill on the other side.” His wife, shivering beside him, nodded in agreement.

However, with the three of them clinging to the roof of the Delores Brennan’s submerged home, the idea of rescuing the others seemed impossible. Dan looked toward the two boats tossing on the water and prayed for a miracle. If only one of them would swirl around this way!

They all turned at the sound of a shout from behind them and saw Jimmy waving from another boat. “Thank God,” Matt cheered, grabbing the rope Jimmy tossed him. He tugged the craft closer to the roof so Jimmy could reach them.

Jimmy jumped out of the boat and grabbed the rope from Matt. “I’ll hold ‘er. Get in quick, people.” Jimmy and Dan held the boat steady while Matt helped his wife, then Dan climbed aboard. Jimmy tossed in the rope and tumbled in beside Dan.

Dan pointed to the empty craft. “If we could reach those we could use them to rescue the others.”

“Exactly! They got away from us at the Fire Station but maybe we can grab them now.” He aimed their craft toward the others, now a good ways down the stream. “George has gone to rescue the Jacksons — you know that old couple that lived in the house by the edge of the lake.”

“I wondered what happened to them,” Mrs Smith commented. “Queer old pair, but I’d hate to see them drown.”

Dan nodded. “Sue said they were predicting this deluge. We should have taken them seriously.”

It had been raining hard before but as they reached the first empty boat, a terrific thunder shook the clouds overhead and rain came down in sheets. Water rose on the floor of Jimmy’s boat; the Smiths started bailing.

As the two craft met, Dan flung himself into the empty boat, landing with a splash in the water at the bottom. Could he keep this small craft afloat? With a last wave at the others, he crawled over to the motor. As he steadied himself, he wondered if it would even start in this deluge?

It had to. He had to rescue his family! He grabbed the starter cord and gave it a fierce jerk. The motor…
To be continued

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I’m nominating Linda at Linda’s Writing Blog to continue this adventure in whatever direction she chooses to go and then pass it on to another blogger — or bring the story to a conclusion if she wishes to do that.

White-Rain Morning

Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning: NOMAD
Jibber Jabber with Sue: TIME
Word of the Day: TRADITION

By tradition, May is the time for sunny days, blooming tulips, birds flitting to and fro as they make their nests cozy. So why am I seeing snowflakes coming down, alternately with drizzle? I look out the window at the white-dusted roof of our garage and sigh.

Gray clouds, nomads from the icy lands up north, blew in on a stiff wind yesterday, rattling our home and raining on us. This morning they’ve settled in to give us some serious WEATHER. On one hand, I sure could do without this. On the other, a prairie person never complains about precipitation in spring, no matter what form it arrives in. Wasn’t I just saying a couple of days ago that we really need rain?

It’s not that cold, though; the snow’s melting rather than turning the ground white. Which means we likely won’t have a white Mother’s Day tomorrow. For everyone in North America and whoever else may be celebrating Mother’s Day tomorrow, I hope you Moms have a lovely day no matter what the weather brings.

I decided to check out the new “Block editor” on my post this morning, which is why I can’t justify this post.  I don’t know why they decided to omit that feature, but I’m going back to the “good old way” after this, if I can.

Relief

Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is RELIEF

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I hung up two wren houses that morning; this morning I hung up one more bird house for whoever wants to claim it. It’s a relief to have that done, as our skies are now covered with lumpy grey clouds driven by a wind from the northwest. It’s making an impressive rattle against our mobile home as I type this. We’re hoping for rain to bring some relief to our dry land.

Speaking of relief for the land, I’ve just learned about another writing prompt, Three Line Tales. Prompt #223 was posted yesterday. Here’s my three-line tale about this picture:

https://sonyca.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/tltweek223.jpg
Image by Michael Glass at Unsplash

Uncluttered Coast

The humans had retreated to their stone towers, leaving behind an empty beach of wave-rippled sand.
No foil or cans rattled along the shore; no lonely flip-flop or soggy beach towel marred the scene.
With no free lunch in sight, even the seagulls had moved on.