How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

I’m Late. I’m Late.

Meant to drop in early today but my granddaughter’s home sick from school. It’s amazing how busy a little person keeps you. On top of that, we had a whack of a snowfall and I haven’t had time to shovel yet. Brr. Don’t you love winter? It keeps on giving. And giving. Groundhog Day soon.

You may have scratched your head after Friday’s post, proposing a new direction: North to Alaska. I shall try regular Friday output—I will try. I cannot say when I’ll come back full time. I’ve had cataract surgery a while back; one of my problems is my laptop screen and I don’t like each other. Ditto for reading.

Last spring I joined a writers’ group because I‘m having a difficult time scribbling anything new and hoped a group experience would motivate me. Nope. I continue to dabble in old stuff, which isn’t a bad thing, but still, I wish I’d have become more productive by now. Too much screen time is overwhelming, though so I shall take time.

Thank you for hanging in with me and your continued reading. I do miss the camaraderie, and your smiling faces in the blogosphere. Your kind support does my heart good.  XX


News Flash

I don’t want anyone to think I’ve suddenly stopped commenting on your blogs. First comment I clicked Reply on this morning disappeared. I tried again. Evidence of my presence is by Like only. That worked. A couple of blogs welcomed my comment as always. The rest not. Why do some (too few) work and others not?

Does anyone know what this is about? Yesterday, WP seemed fine. Is anyone else experiencing a similar problem?

It’s been suggested my comments may be in your Spam.


Thank you Microsoft clipart

Thank you Microsoft clipart



A Challenge from Jacqui: The Dilemma +100 More

This all started because of

The beginning:

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She kicked off her heels with a clatter and drew in a silent breath. Cell to ear, she blew out again. “Hi. Sorry, can’t make the book-club.”

Harry sauntered back into the hallway, red-faced, rubbing his neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m on hold. They’re crazy busy.”

“Thursday night?”

He raised a finger. “She will?”

“Yay, progress.”

He shook his attractive head. “Haven’t talked to Collette yet. The bartender says she’ll call back.” Harry paced, avoiding eye contact.

Carolyn marched around him and scrutinized the dining-room.

“What’s Fitzroy’s drink? His wife’s?”

“Scotch, and can’t remember.”

The landline shrieked. Harry dropped his mobile.

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What will happen next? Now I have a challenge for YOU. Who wants to add another 100 words? Let’s play The Dilemma +100. The first blogger to respond will be up next on Wednesday and the second one, the Wednesday afterwards and so on.

Post on your blog, send me the link, and I’ll paste the content pointing back to you. I’ll track all submitters and notify each with a time-table.

This will be a riot! Anyone want to suggest / offer a small badge? Come on. Let’s do it!


Flash in the Pan – Blocks

Danny Maloonie ground his teeth for the third time in five minutes. Snow swirled and gusted across his windshield. The devil of winter and enemy of cars had arrived.

“Was snow forecast?” He glared at his younger brother, Frank, who shrugged.

“If it had, we’d still have to get home.”

“Yeah, yeah. Dad would pop a kidney if we didn’t come when summoned.” Danny slumped.

1971_dodge_challenger-pic-3053“What could have happened?”

“I don’t care. Damn snow. I’m not ready to put this car on blocks for the winter.”

“It’s a car, bro, not your girlfriend.”

“What do you know? A’71 Dodge Challenger is special, and I paid for it myself.”

“Turn that up, will you?” The announcement blared, ‘Mattress King, Sean (Shinbone) Maloonie has suffered a heart attack…’ Frank cut the radio.

Mouths dropped, the young men gawked at each other. “Uncle Sean? No way,” they said together.

Frank blinked. “Poor Dad.”

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The Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan is here. The theme: Boys and Their Toys. Rules and how to join, click:

The word limit for Blocks is 150 words. I used them all.