Just Stuff – Early Cigarette Lighter

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Introduction
I used to do whole posts showcasing photos from our visits to various antique shops. I still have a lot of unprocessed photos, but some are redundant, some are ho-hum, and some deserve a post of their own.

The latter is the basis for my decision to do a series called “Just Stuff”.

It will be a series of unrelated photos that might have, or might not have been treated with various effects and enhancements. Some are fairly straight forward. Some will take a shot at making people laugh . . . or at least smile.

Basically, they are photos that caught my eye, and I played with them to present and preserve them here. They will also be added to THIS GALLERY in SmugMug as each post is published.

The Photo In This Post
The above is a blow torch, and more specifically, a Turner Blow Torch. Judging from the photos I’ve seen around the web, this one is either in excellent shape, or a more recent version (or, perhaps, a reproduction) of same. I could not find a Wikipedia entry specific to Turner’s torches. 

However, if you buy a vintage blowtorch, then THIS SITE might be of interest to you.

I should clarify in case it is not obvious . . . I added the writing on the photo, the title is my own, and it’s not really an early cigarette lighter, although I am sure it could be used as such.

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Just Stuff – Star Daisies Lady

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I used to do whole posts showcasing photos from our visits to various antique shops. I still have a lot of unprocessed photos, but some are redundant, some are ho-hum, and some deserve a post of their own.

The latter is the basis for my decision to do a series called “Just Stuff”.

It will be a series of unrelated photos that might have, or might not have been treated with various effects and enhancements. Some, like the above, is fairly straight forward. Some will take a shot at making people laugh . . . or at least smile.

Basically, they are photos that caught my eye, and I played with them to present and preserve them here. They will also be added to THIS GALLERY in SmugMug as each post is published.

The first one is “Star Daisies Lady“, a painting at one of the shops that I visited. I liked the style, and I added some cosmic components to justify my choice of title.

I should clarify in case what I just said is not obvious . . . I added the writing on the painting, and the title is my own.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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Protected: NaNoWriMo No. 2 – Chapter 24

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NaNoWriMo No. 2 – Chapter 24 pre-post

I did not write anything on the 19th. It’s a prime number, you see, and I do chores on prime number days.

I did write something last night (in addition to yesterday’s foray into mythology), but it got late, I was tired, and I waited until this morning to re-read it (after I helped clean the house . . . prime number day it’s not, but it looks like it should be, especially if one is bad at math).

I also added a hundred words or so, but I will count them to yesterday’s total since it was along the line of editing.

Anyway . . .

Chapter 24 will go live shortly after I post this in a password-protected post. 

Here’s my progress so far:

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I wrote 2,698 words this evening, which gives me a cumulative total of 42,648 words (per Scrivener). 

Chapters 24 is . . . was difficult. I have to start explaining stuff, you know, bringing together a semblance of a plot. 

I, however, much prefer writing action. Stuff be happening, I be happy. Stuff be explained, I be all fidgety-like. I hope my readers are better than me in that regard. 

Here’s my usual ending to these posts.

For them interested in using my spreadsheet, a previous post explains it and provides links for getting either a copy of the Google Docs version, or downloading the Excel Spreadsheet version. That post is HERE.

Anyone wanting to read the novel, please shoot me an e-mail requesting the password, or leave a comment below to that effect.

As a point of information, asking for the password does not mean I will subscribe, or even read, your blog. It just means you get the password. Perhaps I might get curious and check you out, perhaps not. 

One other thing. 

Last year I did a precis . . . I know some people like the precis. I did it last year because I stopped writing for a few months, and then I was not writing regularly.

This puppy is going to be finished before the end of the month. I won’t have time to write a precis, and the timeframe is short enough to perhaps make its absence irrelevant. If not . . . sorry.

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Writing: the Bagel of Art – Redux

A few days ago I ran a little test, and one passage drew a couple of comments . . . 

“. . .  and great heron from ancient lands dreamed of visiting greco-roman architecture. . . “

I had a few minutes, and the inclination, to write something along those lines, drawing on my limited knowledge of Greek Mythology.

For your perusal . . . 

Golden Guardian, Silver Hunters

Copyright E. J. D’Alise, 2014

The first light of Helios crested the distant horizon, and the Great Golden Heron imagined she could see Aeos, her favorite of the fiery horses, leading the others in drawing the chariot across the sky.

Time to fly.

The golden wings spread, the light magnifying the brilliance of the feathers, the rising heat aiding in lifting the great bird as it launched from the cliff.

Gaining altitude, the heron noted the changing air currents and updrafts, direct results of the rise of Helios in the Eastern sky. She noted the moisture rising up to form slowly swirling wisps, barely hints of the massive clouds they would become later in the day.

And she soared, higher and higher.

Humans below awoke to their tasks, their struggles to find new imagined purpose, to find new gods showing them false paths to glory, to fortunes, to immortality.

The Great Golden Heron did not care about such things; new upstarts would be dealt with by others. Her job was to warn if those whose time had passed attempted to return.

She remembered a different time, sporting white plumage of a brilliance that could only have been gifted by the gods themselves. Her purpose? That of messenger, back then. She remembered the Titans; she remembered their Offspring, ruling from the heights of Olympus.

Chaos returned, banishing gods who played with the destiny of men, gods so fickle as to resemble those they sought to rule. All, save for two, were sent in exile, forbidden to step foot on Olympus ever again.

The Golden Heron broke through the clouds, the sun’s rays bathing its wings at the same time as it lit the cold stones of the vacant temples still standing on the mountain below. In decay they were. Monuments to the imagined greatness of gods, now reminders of their failings.

She banked, her sharp eye on the lookout for telltale signs of deities returning, of deities desperate for the glory and power of old. They would seek to gather their power here. They would seek to rebuild the temples, to reinforce myths, to gain control over men’s minds, to make themselves again.

There! A minor deity! To hide, it tried, but the Golden Heron saw the glow of gathering power.

She folded her wings as she rolled, and spread them again, as wide as she could, catching the light of Helios, reflecting it as a beacon onto the sky.

Miles away, the Silver Hunters sentry squawked The Cry of the Hunt in response to the golden beacon.

Ten and one Silver Hunters Herons lifted from their station as they had for the past two thousand years, taking to the sky,  their long beaks well adapted to the task before them.

Some of the beaks were streaked with evidence of past hunts; a thousand years back, one Hunter had been lost to stop the return of Eris, and now one less than Twelve Hunters carried on their task.

As Helios neared the end his travel across the heavens, he cast a parting warm golden glow on the land. The Great Golden Heron alit on her perch catching those last rays, folding her wings around them, drawing them to her chest; warmth for the night. She closed her eyes as miles away, on the slopes of Olympus, twilight signalled the start of The Hunt.

As men drew their blankets to their chins to aid in the night’s sleep, the Silver Hunters descended silently on the mountain, Selene’s light guiding their grim but necessary task.

By dawn, Olympus would be free from the scourge of gods; still, and forever.

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. . . OK, so that’s an Egret . . . close enough for my purpose.

Hope it was enjoyed.

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Protected: Leg update number three

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Leg Update Intro

As I did with the previous update, this will be the information portion, and the photos of the actual leg will be posted in a password protected post following this one. The password, like before, is ‘summabirch‘.  Again, nothing filthy, suggestive, etc. but it does show bruising, and some people might not want to look at  the photos. Look at these photos, instead (just some photos from Hawaii).

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So, what’s happening with the leg?

For them who want to read prior history:

http://disperser.wordpress.com/2014/11/11/a-cramp-this-this/ (psw: summabirch)

http://disperser.wordpress.com/2014/11/13/leg-update-numero-due/ (no password, no pictures)

Well, I had my first physical therapy yesterday . . . it turns out I have not lost any mobility – other than being able to climb stairs – and that for now what I am doing is right; move around a little until I tire, sit a little until I tire, rest a little until I tire. The injured areas of the muscles are very tender to the touch, as well as parts of the leg where the fluid that made up the swelling has now settled (the lower leg).

None of the PT guys there had ever heard of this happening to anyone, and they treat olympic athletes (not to imply I am one). I’m still within the 21-days healing period before we start doing exercises proper, but the guy admitted he’s not sure what exercises he might recommend other than to move and use the leg as much as is comfortable.

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Over the past week the bruising has undergone a number of interesting hues, but in the main areas it’s still pretty dark and ugly. 

Also, while the swelling in the thigh has diminished some – and only some – a lot of the fluid had slowly moved down to my foot, making it look like a balloon. Just for perspective, the day after the cramp my weight shot up from 177.2 pounds to 182.7 pounds. That’s all pretty much fluid buildup. Two weeks to the day, I’m down to 178.6, but I might have lost some muscle mass from not doing anything.

Speaking of which, I went to the gym this morning, having been given the OK to work the upper body as long as it does not involve any reaction in the leg. 

Anyway, that’s where I am now. Over the last three days I got more mobility, and I can lift my leg in and out of bed with minimal assistance (meaning I don’t have to lift my own leg to raise it). 

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While not comfortable, I can move around pretty good . . . the only lingering problem, and it’s very annoying, is immediately after I rest the leg. 

After keeping it elevated and resting it, when I put any weight on the injured leg, the area of the lower leg just above the ankle and about half-way up the calf lights up with very severe pain. Not in one spot, but the whole cylindrical section.

My first guess would be broken bone . . . except that as I gently (and with lots of resulting  pain) put more load on it, after about a minute or so, the pain goes away, and I can walk normally (or as near normal as the leg allows) without any pain. That would not happen with a broken bone or hairline fracture.

When I say pain, imagine you are hurt, and the spot where you are hurt calls for help from anyone within the radius of a few hundred miles who is also hurt, and borrows their pain. I know it sounds like I am exaggerating, but It. Really. Really. Really. Hurts.

. . . and then, after a minute or so, and within the span of about two seconds, it goes away. No answers or even theories from either the doctor or the PT. Wonderful. I’m hoping it has to do with the swelling and extra fluid, but I’m no doctor.

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Anyway, I am going to go and write the protected post (it will be up shortly), and can be accessed via the password listed above. It’s bruising; don’t complain that I did not warn you.

Oh, as an aside, because I was up most of the day, I took care of some unfinished tasks, did the monthly bills, avoided eating broccoli, and did other things. Things that were not writing for NaNoWrimo.

Sorry. I feel like I’m giving everyone the bird.

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As I said, the photos have nothing to do with the content of this post. It’s just that some people only look at the pictures, so those are for them.

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