My Christmas Favorite

CHRISTMAS WRITING PROMPT #8: FAVOURITE CHRISTMAS FILM

There are quite a few Christmas movies I could list. Of course wonderful-life

makes the list….the black and white version.

 

Then there’s a little known film

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next there’s heidi

but my all time favorite is and

always will be34This movie introduced me to Natalie Wood. She was 12 years older than me and I felt so close to her. I have seen every movie she’s in that I could find. When she died I went into mourning and felt I had been cheated out of the chance to meet her. Had I had been as savvy before her passing as I am now…I know I would have met her somehow. That is why “A Miracle on 34th. Street” has the number one Christmas movie spot in my heart.

Kitchen Blog: Stir Fry/Broccoli Beef

So I’m in my kitchen and thinking about Kel’s broccoli beef. I’d mentioned this to my family and showed them Kel’s dish. They wanted stir fry then and there. Well we didn’t have beef, broccoli or soy sauce. We had chicken and gravy over rice instead. Last night we finally had the broccoli beef and it was a hit. We all love broccoli and this fed the family with left overs that I took to work.stirfry

Thank you Kel for the idea. They’re already asking for more.

Here is the link to Kel’s post where you’ll find her receipe and picture. https://insidekelskitchen.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/img_1206.jpg

Kitchen Blog: Horton’s Kitchen

Kitchen Blog: In Sync/April 24, 2014

So I’m at Mercy Hospital and I’m waiting for Jha to get out of school. Does Tim Horton’s have a kitchen?

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Anyway, I just had a coffee from there, and I was talking to Pinky about my writing progress, or lack thereof. So I have decided to do the Michael story and it is a finished life, so this should be easy right? I’m listening mind. Isn’t this your cue? No advice, no commentary?
“This isn’t syncing.”
Now my mind wants to talk, and it’s right, this isn’t syncing. The PC, my tablet, my phone. They’re not syncing with the Evernote app.

Okay, it took a little bit of time, but we’re synced. Not my mind and I, sometimes we do sync, but right now, I’m talking about my electronics.

Kitchen Blog: Going to Cleveland 4/11/2014

In my kitchen early, frying chicken by 0630. I want the chicken crispy and flavorful. Seasonings of choice…a little garlic powder…pepper…seasoned salt…paprika. Some right on the chicken. Some added to the flour coating. Not much choice here, chicken travels well once cooked, and we’re heading to Cleveland.

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My mind says, “Cleveland, where Chris lives.”

We’re sitting in the Greyhound bus station, waiting for the bus, and our cousin Deloris.

So now I’m feeling some unnamed way and I see Chris from my mind’s point of view, but Liam is also there, and wtf is all this? My iPod is playing and I’ve critiqued two Zoetrope pieces and maybe I’m hungry for chicken, but I am either missing, or trying to miss Chris.

We’re going to see Auntie and I think of her and I want to cry, and my mind says,

“Not here.”

There are oldies playing that remind me of the very old days when Auntie was young, and our mother was alive and neither me, nor my mind, can picture the two of them together, as if where there was one, there wasn’t the other, and I know this isn’t true, because Auntie visited her twin often. Yes, Auntie is our mother’s twin.

the twins

Now it’s so sad because this could be our last visit to Cleveland with Auntie as our reason to go, and my mind is saying,

“Don’t think that now, not now.”

I want to cry now, rid myself of tears, so that I don’t cry at all in Cleveland. Auntie, when she leaves us, will join her twin and all her siblings. They will be young, possibly children, and they will be happy. They could be adults, reunited with lost spouses.

My mind says,

“They should be children. That way spouses who are not missed, will not look sadly on happy reunions.”

I agree. Yes, they should be children. All smiles, all happy. I like that image mind, I’ll go with that one.

Then Came You

Like anything you lose because you don’t use it, creative brain cells can atrophy. Words set aside and forgotten. Ideas on scraps of paper that fade with time, or fall apart from being carried from place to place, but never put down on something harder, more concrete, permanent.

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You know your ability to create was not a fluke. It was there for years, from childhood, beyond adulthood.
Then you don’t feel like writing one day, then the next, and the next. Then one of those next days becomes a year. Those journals you were filling month after month, take a year to finish.

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Then comes the journal you never finish. It’s as if you stopped living. There’s nothing to write about.         20150821_185256[1]

Then came you.

You brought that back to me. You filled my creative well with inspiration. Feelings that were new, made life exciting, like unexpected gifts, an unwarranted bouquet of flowers on your work desk, or doorstep.

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Sunshine bursting through dark clouds.

God cloud

A heart stilled, skipping a beat smoothly, like that thrown stone across the water. Ripples building and spreading further and further until they reach the other side and the entire pond is nothing but happiness. A love so strong that it pulls you under, and you gulp for air, your heart and lungs full to capacity with immeasurable pleasure.
1312828411623Butterflies of delight flutter and lift you up because you’re as light as a feather. And you cannot stop writing because there’s too much to say, words flowing faster than your fingers can type.

So you put them here this time. 20150821_201056[1]Some place harder, more concrete, permanent.