Sunday, September 30, 2012

Post Scripted Tales


Here it comes: Your first installment of post scripted tales. We take the last sentence of a novel, famous speech, document, news report, song, poem, play, opera, or cereal box legal print and use it as the start of our story. 

Just like our other projects, we will hold the story to 300 words, not including the starting line. Our efforts will be published once a week for you, our readers, to judge.

This week's assignment: 

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

So, without further ado:

Geraniums


So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. The engines hummed. My head began throbbing. Rena gave me a smile as she buckled in.    

The flashing began: red to blue, back to red and blinding white. My eyes felt pushed against the back of my head. The ship shuddered under the weight of time bending speed. The clock began counting backward from our present to our next past. Black.

Rena pinched my wrist  to pull me back to. She handed me my pack and gave me a hand out of my jump chair. “How’s the head?”

“Better on this side”.

“It says 2013.6.14. Print out says: 3rd Planter at 1430 Pennsylvania 3 inches left. 2.13PM”

“It’s what the plan says, Rena. It would be nice to have a little more action than a planter.” I smiled as I threw the pack on my back and stepped through the vacuum door into the daylight.

Streets were empty. Sky was clear. Humidity had to be 90%. I found the location and the planter. Geraniums. I hadn’t seen those in years, figuratively of course.  3 inches left. Check. Slipped back across the street before the entourage of sunglasses, imposing men began to clear the sidewalk. 

I stepped through the vacuum door to find Rena sitting in front of the monitor watching this evening’s video news.  “You saved a big one this time, Tem”.

I sat down next to her. “What do we have?”

“Look closely to the left of the screen”. She zoomed way in and pointed. A beetle scurried left to right, looking for a way to avoid the approaching crowd. I tensed as he darted toward the planter I had just moved. Right before a certain stomping, he made it under the planter. “That’s Professor Dennit. Remember? Light Speed?”

“Right. That’s a good save”

My head began to throb. 


A Cock-Eyed Optimist


So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
At least, that’s what it felt like.
It might sound a little pretentious. Who uses the word “borne,” anyway? Perhaps I should describe it simply as pushing a rather heavy boulder up a very steep hill. Over and over again. Like that Greek guy. You know who I’m talking about, right?
Well, anyway, it was a royal pain in the ass. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the ache in my shoulders, in my calves, in my neck. But we just kept going. We had to.             
I can laugh about it now. How could I find myself in such a position? I went to Convent of the Sacred Heart and Columbia. I was head of M&A at Goldman Sachs. I never even touched doors. They were always held open for me.
I guess that was the problem. Life just got boring.
So I walked away. Headed to JFK and hopped on the first international flight I could find. It eventually took me to where I am today. Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. After some awkward sunburns, I settled in. I couldn’t relax of course. I started organizing some of the locals. Helping them get a better return on their fishing. It was fun. It was meaningless. I didn’t miss Manhattan.
But then the tsunami hit. And we’ve been cleaning up ever since. The debris is incredible. The devastation is awesome. And we’re grinding it out every day. Pushing giant pieces of buildings off the shore. Cleaning up the beaches so the fisherman can get back out to sea with their nets.
And I’m learning more about myself then I ever learned in 10 years of therapy. And I still don’t miss Manhattan.

What do you think? 

Feel free to let us know--we're always looking for feedback.

And be sure to tune in next week. Our ending sentence: 

"From here on in I rag nobody."



Saturday, September 29, 2012

Swim Time: Granny Stylez!

Granny Davis is up this weekend (Birthday!). She went with Robby and I to get a peek at us in action.


In the family changing room


Watch me scoop


Check the fish-sponges


swimming laps


Back to the wall


One more time


Moo


Chomp, Chomp


Cud, Cud, Chomp


I'm a cow. So what, you want to fight about it?


Ducky


Cuteness, rehashed.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Happy Birthday, Big Guy--

I'm sitting here and I'm one day old:



I'm sitting here and I'm two days old:



Happy 1st Year to my beautiful, baby boy.





Thursday, September 27, 2012

Daily Happy: Shameless Dad Blog

Another shopping trip with the Tubster.


I ain't got no socks on!


Smiles


Are you collecting photos for the blog?


-------------------------------Bonus Feature ----------------------------------


The Squirrel Killer leaves another victim.


I think she's stalking us, dad!


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Going to the Park

You saw our hike at Kent falls earlier this week. But before we hiked, we hung at the bottom and waited for grandma and grandpa.


It's gonna be a fun day


I'm ready to go now!


Wow!



This place is great


Lots of places to walk


Mommy holding the banana


Eatin' me some apple!


Falls!


Pool


Falls!


Hey Grandpa


You know, your hair looks like mine, Just sayin'


Who's the star of the show!


Grandma's are the best.


Daily Happy: Shameless Dad Blog (Video Styles!)

Here's few clips of last weeks adventures:



http://youtu.be/wuBb--idijE
Robby Walking like a champ. What a difference a month makes.

http://youtu.be/CL-1o2Mdxh4
Easy on the tickles, Mom!

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Hiking Kent Falls

What better to do in the Fall in New England than go have a Picnic and a Hike.


Looking down at the falls from above


Top of the falls from below


Count the leaves


A little chilly for swimming anyway


Pool


Rocks


Pool and Rocks


Go Bananas!


Artistic Shot of the day.


"Hey, Robby!"


"What was that, Grandpa?"


Pool and Rocks and Trees


Such a nice day


That he does.


Hilarious, we know.


Top o' the Rock


Sitting


Standing


Still Standing


Surfing!



I wonder if the map shows where the jerk that left their coffee cup here is sitting?


Back on the trail



Yah, mule.


Easier?


Doggy + Greg 2013 



Meta


Huh?


Oh, Smile!


Picnic Spot