The dream

Thanks to my editors for editing, especially my over use of commas.  However once again I couldn't keep my hands off the finished product and made some further changes.  All errors are and will continue to be, mine.  Thanks for reading and feel free to leave comments if you wish.

Madelyn Wheeler woke with a start.  When she sat up, her husband Matthew stirred against her.

"What's the matter, Maddy darling? Did the baby's kicking wake you up?"

"No, Matt.  I just had the strangest dream. It was one of those dreams that you hope you dream again so you can learn more. 

You and I were in a waiting room."

Matthew sat up against the headboard and pulled Maddy to lean against him. He cradled their beloved baby bump in the palm of his hands.

"Was it a bad dream? Maybe if you tell me about it. you will be able to go back to sleep. Was it a doctor’s waiting room?"

"No.  It wasn’t a bad dream exactly.  The room wasn’t like any other waiting room I have ever seen.  It was big and spacious, almost like a big park or preserve with birds singing and horses whinnying and stomping their hooves.  We were sitting there, watching people come and go while we were waiting to be called ourselves. At the time I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for.     

A secretary or receptionist would come to the door every so often and call the next person on the list.  The first people she called were  a couple with two young boys.  The woman was also pregnant.  She had blonde hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen.  Her husband was tall and dark with black curly hair. The younger boy was little more than a toddler himself and looked very much like his mother. The older boy was about three and looked like a mini-me of his Daddy. “

Maddy laughed, “It looked like the toddler was just learning to walk, and his older brother kept busy following him around trying to keep him out of trouble.  When they were called, they picked up a suitcase, very much like the one we have packed for the hospital, and went through the door.

Maddy  paused and took a slow breath.  “And you know, they are were the only ones who never came back into the room.

The next one called was a Mr. Lytell.  He was a tall, skinny older man with gray hair.  As he walked up to the door I heard him say, "Maybe now I will find out what this is all about.  I have to get back to the store and stock that strawberry pop."  When he came back out, he was grumpy and muttering about a harum scarum troublesome girl.

After Lytell, they called a dark, stoop shouldered man named Jonesy.  He smelled awful, like stale cigarettes.  He shuffled out of the room while looking over his shoulder, like someone was chasing him.  When he came back out, he looked really angry and said something like, “I'm going to get what's mine.”

Next, Matt, was your old college roommate, Win Frayne, his wife Katie, and a cute little boy.  The little boy had red hair and the greenest eyes that I have ever seen,  The quail must be his favorite bird because he kept whistling, ‘Bob-bob-white”

They called a Sergeant Molinson, a Principal Stratton, another expectant couple by the name of Lynch, a soldier and his wife and son by the name of Mangan, and then they called us.

We went in to the next room. It was large with a beautiful mosaic ceiling and the walls had beautifully painted scenes. There was an old classic wooden mansion that looked like it had seen better times, and a white two story farmhouse down in a glen. There was a weather-vane grasshopper on top of a town hall.  Then there was a lake surrounded by a large white house and a stable with horses.  

There was a circular ramp that ascended the room up at least three stories.

As we walked up the ramp, the scenes changed. All the scenes had teenagers in them.  There were four boys and three girls and it looked like they were all having so much fun. Sometimes they were bright and full of sunshine and other times they were dark and scary. There was one scene that was on a map and it was labeled “Missouri” with the Mississippi river and pictures of caves and guns.  That scene made chills go up my back, although I have no idea why.  

When we got to the top of the ramp, there was an old gentleman with a unicycle and he smelled like Hunter's stew. I felt like I should know him but I had never seen before. He said his name was Maypenny and he was there with a message for all the visitors to the room.  He said, “You may not realize it for several years but after today, your life will never be the same.”

‘Trixie Belden was born today.’”

Honey's Misdirection

A magician uses the art of misdirection.  An author may use the double entendre to tantalize the reader with one or two phrases that are actually perfectly innocent.  Move along, there is not anything here that actually needs any ratings warning.

"Oh. My. Gawd!"  The wrinkled hand holding the framed photograph was shaking. But was it anger? Embarrassment?

"What is your hundred dollar manicure holding?  And what are those balls?"

Honey carefully set the tray on the coffee table, glad to get rid of her burden before she dropped the fine china cups all over the floor.

"Those aren't balls, Grandmother, they are bobbers.  You press on the button and a tiny stiff wire sort of like a needle comes out of the bottom.  Oh, never mind the details; you use the bobber to know when you have a fish on the hook.  The fish grabs the bait, gets hooked and the bobber sinks under water and you know you have a fish.

"And that hundred dollar manicure is holding the first fish that I ever caught and took off the hook all by myself."

Merry Christmas

Santa watched as the small blue eyes popped open, and was gleeful that his image control was set to invisible.

The blue eyes searched, but could not see.  The boy scrubbed at his ears.  He thought that he heard the light hiss of breaths taken, and maybe, just maybe the sound of hoofs on the roof.

Then he sniffed.  And he sniffed again.  No he was not catching cold, instead he smelled.  He sniffed and identified the scents floating around him.

Joey whispered into the dark.  "Santa, is that you?  I smell soot from the chimney, and hot chocolate." He sniffed again.  "And a little bit of cinnamon like Grandmoms puts in her special sugar cookies."

Santa's jolly jelly belly shook and shifted in silent amusement.  and he thought, "there is not enough distance between Sleepyside and George Lucas, for the Belden is strong in this one.  Or maybe it is the Johnson."

Joey spoke again.  "Santa, did you bring me the moos I asked for?"

Santa dialed down the transparency setting  so that Joey could see a faint outline of the jolly old elf.

"Joey, you imp.  Don't you know that you are supposed to be nestled snug in your bed with visions of sugar plums dancing in your head?"

"Santa!  You know my Daddy.  If I were dreaming of sugar plums, he would be walking through my dreams eating them all up.  Besides.  The last time I ate sugar plums, I got di, di... Shoot!  I got the runs.  I don't like sugar plums anymore.

Santa laughed and laughed.  It was a good thing that the audible setting was set to whisper, or the whole household would wake up.  

"I see.  Yes there are foods that I don't like either." 

"Like veg-bles?  Mommy makes me eat trees so I will grow tall and strong like a real tree.  But I don't like them much."

"Unfortunately, Mrs. Clause is like your Mommy, and does make me eat my vegetables.  She says I need to have more than cookies and milk in my tummy.

But Joey, we need to talk about these moos you are asking for.  You know that even though you live close to Grapa's house and his preserve that there really isn't room on Glen Road for any cows, er harrumph, moos.  There isn't room in Grapa's stables or any room in the chicken coop at Crabapple Farm."

Joey waved Santa to come close so he could whisper in his ear. When Joey was finished, Santa had an extra special sugary wreath of holiday glow.

"Leave it to me Joey, I believe that I have exactly what you are looking for.  Now you go back to sleep, and let me get to work."

Before Joey's eyes were halfway closed, Santa dialed up his invisibility setting and tapped his nose three times before he disappeared downstairs to finish his business.

A few hours later, Joey heard Grandmoms rooster crow, and he climbed out of bed and ran in to his Mommy and Daddy's room.

"Mommy! Daddy!  I saw Santa last night!"

Mommy blushed and Daddy laughed.  Joey saw his Mommy turn to Daddy to kiss him good morning, but he didn't hear her whispered, "I told you that I heard something last night, you old Santa you.  Now we are going to have to explain why Mommy was kissing Santa Clause underneath the mistletoe last night."

Mart whispered back, "you worry too much."  Then he turned to Joey and asked, "What exactly did you see, son?"

"I saw Santa.  Only he was kind of a ghost Santa.  At first, I couldn't see him at all.  I could only smell the soot and the sugar cookies, but then it was like I could see his outline, but it was hollow cause I could see through him.  Come on!  We gotta go downstairs and see.  He promised me moos."

"Joey" mommy called, "you wait right at the top of the stairs for us.  We don't want to miss you opening Christmas."

It took longer than Joey wanted, because Mommy and Daddy wanted their coffee to drink while they opened presents, but finally they were gathered in front of the tree.  They each opened their stockings to nuts and fruits.  Joey got a farmer man and a couple of bales of hay, and a new deck of Old MacDonald Had a Farm cards.  He was disappointed that there were not any moos with the farmer, but he remembered Santa's promise.

Soon, the floor was covered with wrapping paper, bows, clothes (although Joey screwed up his face at getting underwear), books and toys.

Through it all, Joey kept looking for the moos and was beginning to give up hope.  Then he saw one last present under the tree.  He could tell the way that it was wrapped, that it was a big book, but he saw a two plastic cows on the end of the ribbons.  When he shook the package, the cows moooo'd. He knew that this was the special present that he had asked for.  

He ran to his Daddy, and shoved the package in his hands.  "Here Daddy.  Santa brought this for me to give to you.  I told him you lost your moos, and he brought these for you. 

Mart accepted the package with a puzzled look.  He handed the cows to his son and tore off the pretty ribbons and paper to reveal a book with a sticky note inserted about halfway in the book that said, "Open here"  He opened the book and saw this highlighted entry.

muse¹

myo͞oz/

noun

1. (in Greek and Roman mythology) each of nine goddesses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who preside over the arts and sciences.

   synonyms:

   inspiration, creative influence, stimulus; formalafflatus "the poet's muse"

   • a woman, or a force personified as a woman, who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

     noun: muse; plural noun: muses

     synonyms:

     inspiration, creative influence, stimulus; formalafflatus "the poet's muse"

There was an additional note that said, 

May all the writers here have vocal muses for the next year.  Merry Christmas.

Santa.

Olives, kids and grandparents

Margery Trask had participated in many of the events at the Manor House over the years.  As Honey Wheeler's governess, she had chaperoned the daughter of the house as well as her friends and had planned many gatherings and entertainments.

Later, after the need for a governess had passed she served as estate manager and when needed served as a co-hostess for Madeleine Wheeler's many social obligations.

Now the elegant older woman reviewed Maddie Wheeler's preparations for the days event.  She stood at the head of the mahogany banquet table covered with a dark beige linen table cloth, patiently ticking off the arrangements to make sure that everything was in place.  There were the cloth napkins that matched the table cloth, the silverware gently smelling of recent polishing, and delicate gold rimmed china were all in place.
Beside the china sat two small (hopefully unbreakable) Corelle plates as well as miniature tableware and sippy cups.  These special items were for Nellie Bean Mangan and her cousin, young Master Joey Belden. Grandmere Wheeler took great pleasure in making certain that her foster grandchildren would feel comfortable and happy no matter how formal the occasion.

"There is no doubt that Honey Wheeler Belden is going to have to set some strong boundaries to keep her mother as well as her mother-in-law from spoiling the next grandchild," the former governess reflected with a smile.

The banquet next displayed an assortment of items all of which could easily be eaten with fingers whether large or small.  There were cubes of cantaloupe, strawberries, and seedless grapes and cherries. Next came small cubes of meats and cheeses.  There was a small empty space and then the display ended with an assortment of small cookies and cakes.

Crossing the room to join Maddie Wheeler the older woman nodded towards the banquet.  "The table looks lovely.  But I thought you were going to have a relish tray on the table."

Maddie answered.  "Of course, and it includes all the children's expected favorites."

Margery returned, "But the tray is missing and the rest of your guests will be arriving soon."

Maddie moved towards the table and pointed to the empty space.  "I put it there myself. The table is too high for the children to reach, so I am sure they are innocent.  I suppose I will need to channel Trixie to find the true culprit."

Gradually, the two women became aware of a clamor of giggles  coming from the terrace outside the dinning room.  With knowing looks they tiptoed to the nearby entrance.

There they saw Nellie Bean and Joey dancing around with their hands in the air.

"Puppets!" Chortled Nellie.
"Hurry, Grapa" added Joey.

Close at hand sat Matt Wheeler, his jacket and tie laying in a heap on the stone foundation.   He labored at sucking the red pimentos out of the green olives and then handed the empty olives to the children to stick on their fingers. The pimento bits were unceremoniously thrown out of sight over the hedge.

A small clearing of the throat caused Matt's eyes to meet the glittering gaze of his wife.

"Maddie" he harrumphed, "it is the privilege of a Grapa to teach his grandchildren the best ways to play with their food. And every child needs to know how to make olive puppets."

Antici..........................pation

Originally posted on Jix on 04/05/2014 in response to a challenge by Chey (a member of Jix.  Just realized it was never transferred to the blog.

I loved Rocky Horror Picture Show, a campy cult movie favorite from the 1970's.  Not making any profit from the use of this reference in this story.


Hey, what is this? Mart was looking at a paper bag on the table in the BWG clubhouse.

Dan took the bag and looked inside. He dumped the bag on the table.

“Rice. Newspaper. Water pistol. Glow-stick. Rubber gloves. Noise makers. Confetti.
Toilet paper. Toast? Party hats. Bell. And a deck of cards.

Condoms? What the heck is this stuff?”

Mart took a strange box down from the shelf and looked inside. “I have a sneaking idea, because here is a maids uniform and a gold sequined tuxedo. But neither of these would fit any of the girls. I don’t see any corsets, do you see any corsets or fishnet stockings?”

“What the heck are you talking about Mart? What are those for, and why would there be corsets or fishnet stockings?”

“You mean to tell me you really don’t know? You have never been to a midnight showing of Rocky Horror?”

Dan blushed. “No, I couldn’t ever see any point.”

“Oh there’s a point all right. But it can’t be explained. You have to be there. Get ready Dan. We are going to the midnight showing tonight in White Plains.”

“Mart, I know it is supposed to be a campy salute to the old horror movies of the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. Do you mean you have seen it?”

“Yeah, I went a couple of times in college and once on a dare, I even dressed up as Brad.

“I don’t know. I have heard there is other weird stuff in that movie too. Not sure I want to get mixed up in that.”

“Don’t worry Dan. Rocky virgins aren’t supposed to know a darn thing. It is just like in sex, you can only have one first time. 

We need to make the most of it. I promise you don’t have to dress up, and neither will I. And you have to be stone cold sober to get the jokes and double entendres. We can’t swipe this prop bag, or whoever it belongs to will know they have been discovered. Besides, until you’ve seen it once, if you are trying to mess with the props, you miss most the jokes.

Later that night, Mart and Dan paid the price of admission and went in to the largest theater and found seats fairly close to the stage..

“Ok Dan, there are a few things I need to tell you. Those props we saw on the table? Let me tell you about them.
The rice will be thrown during the wedding scene at the beginning of the movie. Then people will start shooting water guns and other people will put newspapers over their heads just like the girl in the movie. The glow-sticks are popped when the song, “There’s a light” starts. Rubber gloves will be snapped during the creation speech and the noise- makers at the end of the speech. The rolls of toilet paper will be tossed when Dr. Scott enters the lab. You know, scott toilet paper...get it? Ok. Those are the biggest jokes, so just sit back and relax and enjoy.”

The opening credits started rolling and during the wedding and raining scene Dan decided that it was bearable.
He was surprised a few minutes later, when the live cast appeared, to hear Mart choking in horror. He looked to where Mart was pointing to the live Frankenfurter dressed in a garish corset and fishnet stockings dancing around on stage. Then he heard Mart gasp,

“That’s Bobby!”

Puddle Jumpers

Thanks to Vivian for editing.  However once again I couldn't keep my hands off the finished product and made some further changes.  All errors are and will continue to be, mine.  Thanks for reading and feel free to leave comments if you wish.

Trixie, with Diana and Honey following, opened the door to her house while chattering about a day in the city shopping for dresses for the upcoming festivities to celebrate the opening of Jim's school.

Trixie  was putting away her wet umbrella and taking off her saturated raincoat when she stopped and lifted her head to listen for sounds in the house.  Although her daughter was only 2 years old, she had enough experience both as a Bobby-sitter and as a mother to realize that something was off.  

Trixie looked at Di.  "It is too doggone quiet.  You don't think he left them still down for naps do you?"

Diana groaned, "Oh I hope not.  If they are still asleep, it will take forever to put Joey to bed tonight."

Honey piped in, "I don't think you have anything to worry about.  So it’s quiet. You know that he wouldn't let anything happen to them."

Trixie put down her packages.  "Honey, you just wait a few years until that bump is in the middle of the terrible two's.  Then you’ll understand what we have to be worried about. No.  Let's look around and see what's up."

The trio wandered into the den and stopped short when they saw a large counterpane draped over a table with each of the four corners tied to nearby chairs. There were baby dolls, diapers and baby clothes tossed in different piles under the makeshift tent. A ways away from the table, Jinga blocks were laid out in two rows to make a road, and several cars and trucks of random sizes were lined up along side. Nearby, the remains of the spaghetti lunch sat on a small child size table among crumbs and crusts of garlic bread and cups of juice/

The women looked at each other with grins on their faces.  Honey chortled.  "Hmm.  Maybe you are right.  It does look like someone bit off more than they could chew, doesn't it?

Trixie gathered the lunch dishes and headed toward the kitchen. Diana pushed ahead to open the door and stopped suddenly.  There was spaghetti sauce dripped all over the top of the stove, splashes of purple juice on the counter, and a big pile of soap bubbles in the sink.  "I can't believe anyone could make such a mess.  Not even Mart."

Trixie looked out the window as she placed the dishes in the sink.

She giggled, then laughed and held her finger to her lips to ask for silence as she guided her friends to the open back door.

Three figures were standing in puddles in the back yard, and all of them were dripping with muddy water. Of course the muddy splotches weren't as noticeable in the dark hair of the children, as it was in the red locks of their taller playmate.

The distaff Bobwhites stared at the tall man as he stood there watching the two dripping children hopping and splashing in the middle of the largest mud puddle in the back yard.  The ladies watched with interest as he noticed the garden hose suddenly turned in his direction.  It apparently wasn't enough that there had been a steady downpour earlier in the day.  The kids had turned on the water faucet and the hose was disgorging a steady stream of clear water directly at their sitters feet that was making the already large mud puddle steadily bigger.

"Gleeps!  Would you just look at us. Your mothers are going to be very ticked with me."

"What does ticked mean?" asked Nellie Bean.

So much like his Dad, Joey rushed to show his younger cousin how smart he could be.  "Ticked means mad."

Nellie Bean lifted her face as tears started streaming down her muddy cheeks.  "My mommy's going to be mad at me? Why?"

"Aahhh Nellie.  Don't cry.  I think both your moms are more likely to be mad at me than at you.  I really enjoyed telling you stories about how my Dad taught me to make mud pies and splash in puddles. And then we had a lot of fun jumping in puddles ourselves, didn't we?  You two are truly the next generation of great puddle jumpers. But I am sure that your Mom isn't expecting to come home to such a muddy back yard.

"But its time to stop now. If we don't get you dried off soon, you could catch cold, and I just hope that the lights in your shoes will still work after your shoes dry out.

The three soaked playmates stopped in surprise as they heard loud laughter. They turned and saw the two mommy's and Aunt Honey giggling on the porch holding up their cell phones. Then Trixie called out.  “Say Cheese, you guys.  We have to take  pictures for your books.

Epilogue:
A few weeks later all the Bob-Whites and their families, friends and donors broke open bottles of champagne to celebrate the ribbon cutting of the new school.

At the front of the room, Trixie, Honey and Diana rose in unison and suddenly the room heard whistles of Bob-Bob-White, Bob White.

Diana lifted her glass and invited, "Everybody, please join us in a toast."

As Honey pulled a cord to lift a curtain drape, Trixie continued. 

"We have all waited for this day, for Jim to be able to complete his dream. We have often listened to him talk about his plans, and how he hopes to care for and teach his students. Sometimes though, we have worried that Jim would be such a responsible administrator, that he might forget to have fun. A few weeks ago, we found that we were worried for nothing. We want to present this picture to the school, to be placed front and center, to show that under Jim's tutelage, there will always be time for fun."

As the drape fell, the audience laughed and offered a big round of applause as they enjoyed the large portrait of a very muddy Jim playing in the mud with two young children.

Picture prompt : specifically, ducks swimming.

rating: Yellow Star.  One implication of adult language.

Picture prompt : specifically, ducks swimming.

Bob-white Quail.

Honey looked up from the program booklet with a start.  It suddenly felt like the temperature had dropped by at least ten degrees.  But since the Bob-whites were cheering at the first outdoor swim meet of the season it wasn't possible for the temperature to be colder than 78 degrees.  After all, these are students, not ducks swimming in a pond.

Gently rubbing her arms, she wondered if her goosebumps were a holdover from listening to the ghost stories last night. Brian had really used his medical knowledge to infuse the stories, about the old gymnasium next door being haunted, with a lot of blood and gore. No. There had to be some other explanation for the chill other than ghostly apparitions.

Still, the cold didn't make much sense.  The pool area was bathed in warm sunlight outside.  If there were any ghosts they would be hovering up in the rafters as far away from the brightness and the noise as they could get.

Honey turned as Diana shrugged out of a pretty violet sweater and thought that of course she must be imagining the temperature change or else Di wouldn't be taking off her sweater.  Suddenly, the origin of the chill became all too apparent.  It came from the young woman standing rigidly beside her.

Honey sighed.  Everyone on Glen Road always talked about hot headed red-heads but never stopped to consider the temper of the raven haired Irish beauty in their midst.  Couldn't they see that when the violet eyes turned almost coal black that it was time for everyone to take cover?  The old underground civil defense shelter in the basement of the gym would offer perfectly perfect shelter from the pending frigid blast.

Honey moved to stand in front of Diana, hoping that by taking the forward position, there could be enough distraction that Di might take a deep breath and relax at least a little bit. However turning again towards the tournament, she heard Diana make an earthy comment about a female dog and saw exactly what had raised Di's temper to defcon 1.  Ironically, as she turned back to try to soothe Di's ruffled feathers, the entertainment DJ suddenly started playing an old song by the Everly Brothers.

Hey, bird dog get away from my quail
Hey, bird dog you're on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey-dove alone

Mart was safe of course. He was keeping his eyes firmly on the tournament papers in front of him while doing his darnedest to shrug off the wandering hands.

Jane Morgan on the other hand, needed to find a snowsuit to protect her from the coming storm of icy hypothermia.