I just finished watching the funeral ceremony for George H. W. Bush. I heard “the end of an era” mentioned once or twice. With Brian Mulroney and Senator Alan Simpson speaking there had to be a flavor of, end of an era. They both knew and appreciated President Bush. It does seem like the end of an era as this great man was both President and Patriot. The youngest Navy pilot, enlisting in the Navy in World War II before attending college. He spent his entire life in service to his country along with being the president.
I would hope everyone in this country learns from President George H. W. Bush’s life of service. It was all based on and grew out of a life that was well lived, a life of faith and love for his fellow man.
Toward the end of the funeral ceremony, all the living presidents were sitting side-by-side in the front pew of the church, across from the Bush family members. The part of the service started where the Apostles Creed was recited. I noticed the current president’s lips were not moving.
Our Mars GPS shows there is a landing area straight ahead. The Xzants created a translucent shield so we cannot see it. Hang on, we’re going in.
Stone-tipped projectile weapons found in Africa are believed to be 71000 years old. Otzi, the oldest natural mummy was killed by an arrow.
In the 12th century, the crossbow came into existence and it changed battles and warfare considerably. It put fear into the hearts of noblemen who were always protected by heavy armor. A bolt or arrow fired from the crossbow could penetrate armor.
In the 16th century, the widespread use of gunpowder was supposed to make the bow and arrow obsolete.
Modern archers have numerous styles of bows and arrows for hunting and target shooting. If you are handicapped today and unable to use regular archery equipment, you can apply for a crossbow permit for hunting. Crossbows shoot a short Arrow called a bolt they will go through a deer or elk.
If you are like me and have arm weakness from a spinal cord injury, you may do as I do and ask your spouse or caregiver to pull up your briefs and pants several times a day. I have finally discovered a way to regain some of my independence. I can still stand up with a walker. This could also work standing in front of a wheelchair.
I have exercise pulleys on a door to keep my arm strength and motion range alive. I still have a weakness when it comes to pulling up my pants all the way. I solved the problem by poking a hole in the waistband in the back of a brief. I run a piece of 1/4 X 40-inch nylon rope through the hole, then double the rope and tie a slip knot at the end.
I stand under my exercise pulley and insert the wooden handle on one end of the rope through the double slip knot loop.
I then pull down on the other end of the rope which pulls the brief or pants up, slip the wooden handle back out of the double loop, pull the slip knot loose and remove the 40-inch rope from the back of the brief or pair of pants. With briefs, a hole in the waistband is no problem but with a pair of pants, you could fashion a buttonhole in the center of the back waistband to protect the material.
This is not a perfect solution but I have found that it works and gets the job done instead of bothering my wife constantly to pull my britches up. If you come to our house to visit there still is a chance that you might accidentally get mooned. With a spinal cord injury, many Simple Things become impossible and everything takes longer to do.
Weekend Writing Prompt #76 – Unlock
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.
I did not yet know the science of the rocket;
but I did hold the key to her locket.
It was meant to unlock her heart;
Woe is me, I never became that smart.
The cozy encounters left me to wonder,
and the chase often times later ponder.
Instead of out of this universe untold bliss,
I always settled for the French kiss.
Since I am a spinal cord injury Survivor starting into year 55 I felt like I should put the story of these Brave SCI survivors on my blog site to share with the rest of the world. I have written a book about my 50 plus years and I will post the link to that book also and hope you find it interesting reading. Here is the link to my book.
National Novel Writing Month or ‘NaNoWriMo’ is rapidly approaching, it begins on November 1st. Gabriela Pereira and Word Nerds Unite are big supporters of NaNoWriMo. A good place for writers to exchange ideas and protocols is with them.
I have written a Blog called ‘My Mixed Blog’ for the past 3 years. It has several hundred short stories now. One story two years ago was a “who done it, a mystery,” I would like to say ‘Thriller.’ A couple of my blog readers continued to ask me what happens next? I ran this story through my mental collating process from many different angles.
I joined NaNoWriMo on November 1, of 2017. I made the decision to turn my short story into my first and possibly the last novel when gastric juices started to overflow on week two.
The 50,000 required words seemed like an impossible task for me. The end of November was rapidly approaching and I was stuck in the minuscule 40,000 range. I did not want to stand back and toss words into my word stew, just for the sake of more numbers. Consequently, I missed the deadline at the end of the month. After I finally got the required number of words in December it read like one of the best novels I had ever seen. It pumped up my ego to the stupid point, so I hurried to get it published. I used a self-publishing tool and completed the process at warp speed. Being a completely green newbie I forgot about editing, proofreading, etc. I soon learned people had trouble reading my style of writing as if it was from a planet far from Earth.
That is the reason to join NaNoWriMo and learn much from other writers.
I have to admit November 1, 2018, is rapidly approaching. I thought I had a pot full of story ideas ready to boil over on the front burner. I couldn’t even stir them down with my magic quill. It ended up there was nothing on the front burner just an empty, dead, cold pan on the back of the stove with no sign of Fire under it.
At this point, my cup does not Runneth over had my WIC is not even touching the oil. It’s not so much burn out as it fizzles out, my energy level is too low to measure.
I wish the best of luck to everyone at NaNoWriMo 2018.
Could a quick nap last forever?
I have had sleep apnea for 18 years and use a CPAP machine but I still don’t get enough oxygen, consequently, I’m tired most of the day, being tired I doze off sitting in my recliner or sitting here at the computer.
When I go to sleep sitting in the chair like this my head tilts forward and this cuts off the oxygen to my brain which lowers blood oxygen even more. I’m not sure how this works but I have all kinds of dreams while I’m having these naps. I seem to go into REM sleep within minutes causing all kinds of short nightmares and dreams. Lately, I tend to have the same reoccurring dream. I have a destination that I’m always having trouble getting to, people are causing me to have travel problems. I always end up stranded somewhere wondering why I can’t reach my destination. This makes me get very angry at those in my dreams that are creating these roadblocks for me. Lately, I have wondered if my dream destination is death? Are these some type of angels causing me not to get where I want to go?
Today was a very cloudy rainy day, on days like that is when I always do my best sleeping. I was sitting here at my computer having many short dreams, all trying to get somewhere. I would wake up, type a little, then nod off again. I was having absolutely no results. I was mad at first but then I just kept on sleeping usually these events cause me to get mad enough where I wake up. Today I did not wake up I was lost in my REM Dreamland at the computer. The ringing of the telephone woke me up. I could not move my hands or arms so I could not answer the phone right away. It kept on ringing but I could not move my arms to push the answer button, I kept trying to wiggle my arms and hands until I reached the phone. It was our youngest daughter calling. I told her “I was sure glad she called!”
I would like to hear an answer from someone who interprets dreams.