Startled / Short Fiction

Zeke is taking his early evening walk, which he does faithfully 24/7, unless the weather is really bad. He waved to a couple of people he knows, sometimes will have a short conversation with some of them. As he proceeded continuing his walk, when he turned the corner, and lo and behold was an anaconda snake, fully grown, and looking straight at Zeke. He was so startled, that he practically crapped in his pants, and his heart was beating away like a fucking like a drum solo at a rock concert. A minute or two went by when he finally managed to dial 911 and tell police dispatcher about the snake. Two policemen arrived a few minutes later, along with the animal control officer, and got hold of the snake, and put it in a cage.

Needless to say, Zeke didn’t get much sleep that night, as all he could thing and see in his mind the anaconda straight at him.

March 7th Essay

its been almost six years now that I quit smoking
the same time I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes
during this past time, my average weight has been
around 140 pounds plus/minus a pound or three
before I was hospitalized my weight was around
170-175 pounds and for my height of 5’6″ that to
me was a lot of excess baggage to carry around
at 75 years of age I never felt better in my life

back in the day when I was a smoker I was sometimes
smoking up to two packs a day which is way too much
so about a few months before I quit I was slowly
weaning myself away from the horrible habit
now I can’t even stand the smell of cigarette smoke
I will say this the smell of a it cigarette and the
smoke it produces is fucking disgusting and I don’t
miss smoking at all

Writing

In an earlier post titled: You Know, it was a post that was written to get something off my chest. It’s been the hot humid air that I am not too fond of. I never did like that kind of weather. Anyway, when I came home from an early afternoon walk, which by the way slows down my pace, I still ended up soaked by sweating and cut the walk short. So, I got my laptop, and a cup of coffee, sat on the couch and just started typing away, and wrote anything that came to mind, actually it just flowed out, without any real thinking as to what I was going to say.

The other thing I want to point out is, is that it reminded me of the way Jack Kerouac would write. Just type away like a madman, and that was how I felt, which was a good feeling. I mean I could of wrote a lot more but I think I made my point about the way I feel about certain types of weather.

One more thing I want to point is that a lot of what I written was meant to be a cross between truth and fiction, so you can read it any way you like, I will not hold that against you.

Hopefully it will be the impetus to write more. and go from there…

Saturday Evening

took a walk after I finished my supper and it is muggy as all hell and needless to say I was drenched … what helped me keep my mind off the humid air I listened to podcast about an independent bookstore… it was very interesting as I am a book lover and I do make the time each and every day to get some reading in …  what surprised me was a few more people out and about both young and old … here I’m thinking that I would be the only person out walking which on most I may see a couple or more out there  … not even going to bother to figure it out …  now sitting on the couch writing this post along with a cup of coffee and finally feel like a normal self again

namaste

Friday Afternoon

it is shortly after noon the sky got really dark and off in the distance the rumble of thunder now the rain has arrived and will be doing its thing for the next couple of hours or so…the afternoon walk is put on hold so I can sit back and read a book…books to me are a life saver as it beats watching tv or staring at the walls…hopefully the mugginess will go away, as it did a number on me yesterday and this morning and everything inside had that wet feeling, knowing it was humid outside on went the a/c to dry the damp feeling…

namaste

Tuesday Afternoon

Tuesday afternoon also a song back in the 1970’s sung by the Moody Blues can still hear the song in my head like I was being transported back in time …with that said often wondered would want to back to those days and before that which would be the 50s & 60s … sure there was some good times mixed in with the not so bad the really bad … well I have mixed feelings about it so suffice me to say would probably just sit back and reminisce about the days of yore …some of the people I got to know have left this planet in different ways some I miss greatly and then there’s the ones no great loss …then there are the ones that moved away to different towns and different states …even most of my closest relatives live out of state but I elected to stay where I am in Massachusetts the state I was born  and raised in …anyways I have my books plenty of them which will keep me entertained and the mind sharp so the brain doesn’t go into dry rot …also I like to do crosswords online and ink on paper the digitals ones I do on The Boston Globe and The Washington Post some of the puzzles can be real head bangers but most of the time I will manage to solve them even if it takes me a awhile …back to what I like to read are mostly fiction essays and toss in some memoirs …speaking of memoirs the book I am currently reading is Townie by Andre Dubus III … its about growing up in the Greater Haverhill and Newburyport area the life he lived was very adventurous and violent …his father was a professor and writer a couple of his book I read many years ago …then there are the books that I have started reading like short stories, essays which I go back to from time to time I could go on but I’ll leave it right here

ciao

Saturday Afternoon

took a walk muggy as all hell came home with the t-shirt practically glued onto my skin …it also drained me and was glad to be back home and the first thing I did was turn on the a/c …slowly recovering …now I’ll sit back relax and probably try to finish one of the books I am reading

ciao

It’s

outside it is hot humid sticky

indoor it is cool

so sitting on the couch reading a book then emails on the laptop fell asleep while doing that the battery slowly shitting the bed when woke up from the power nap the computer was telling me to plug in charge it up then it will be good to go when I use it again so typing this post on the phone all is good maybe continue reading a few more emails and then probably read one of six books that I have going

undecided whether to take an after meal this evening as the walk earlier in the afternoon knocked the shit out of me … playing it by ear but dollars to donuts most likely will do it

Tuesday Evening

Fourth of July is nearly over with and with that said it seems that summer flies by and the next thing is that you wake up and its Labor Day and football season is upon us the kids are back in school plus the days keep getting shorter till the middle of December … well anyway the point I am making is that the time the months and the seasons fly right on by and it feels like when I change the calendar to the next month it seems that I am ready to change it again … with all that said it feels good to ramble on

Ciao

Friday Afternoon

Here it is a humid Friday afternoon. There’s a advertisement on the boob tube,that I have a beef with. It concerns doing the laundry, and the guy says that its the second most hated chore to do. What number one is I have no fucking idea, and I won’t even hazard a guess as to what the chore is. Anyway,  I have no problem doing the laundry,  don’t get me wrong its not like I do handstands and or cartwheels, that would be beyond the norm. I just do it and when it’s all said and done,  then I go onto something else. My feeling is that if you doing something like the laundry or whatever it is that has to get done,  then you start making up excuses into putting it off,  then you kick yourself in the ass for not doing it, as you end with more to do. You get the point I’m making.

Have a happy rest of the day.

Thursday’s Observations

The afternoon is half over with and it is humid and when I arrived home from my walk I thought I would have to pry off the t-shirt as it felt like it was glued on to my body

Come tomorrow another week is coming to a close along with the closing of the month of June oh well

So far we haven’t been affected by the smoke from the Canadian wild fires and reading how the air was from the smoke like in Chicago and Pittsburgh just to name two to see the photos of the smoke filled tells you how bad that shit is for the people who have breathing problems and other respiratory ailments

Wednesday Observations

Two-thirds of the afternoon is history with a third to go when it becomes evening yet it is still daylight for a couple of more hours so it should still be afternoon till the time the sun sets then call it for what it rightfully is evening I mean it’s the logical thing to do

And another thing is the gop clown show is off and running in neighboring New Hampshire and in one or more other states I for one don’t pay to much attention to what they have to say as it all amounts to a heaping pile of bullshit and anyways I’ve been an independent for 50 years or so and only voted for a republican only once and that was for our former governor of Massachusetts he probably the only sane gop governor who guided the state during the covid pandemic and he paid no attention to the orange menace in Washington

I try to stay out of politics as I am tired of getting into silly sometimes mundane arguments and end up with a fucking headache really who needs that

Wednesday Morning

Last Wednesday of the month and have no errands or any other running around to do.

It does look it wants to do something weather wise as it is getting dark. If it rains I can live with that. What I don’t deal with is the sticky stuffy humid air. I am at my worst. Any other type of weather is not a problem. Thats just me.

Time to boot up the laptop and tackle the crossword.

Later

50 Words Flash Fiction

Out of bread, so off to the store. Arrive at store find doors locked. Sign in the window says, out of bread, really out of all the different types of bread. Sign also says, come back in a couple of days, and then we will have your bread. Maybe.

Bummer!

Bananas

On his way to work he has been seeing the same gentleman at the bus stop eating a banana every day for the past several months he is a well kept man in good shape for a person nearing 70 years of age and he said to the other man I eat a banana every day and I have done it now for well over 40 years and they always have to be a certain ripeness and a certain length and certain thickness or else I refuse to buy it and seek and I don’t leave the store until I find the right size banana which by the way are good for you and this the only way I eat bananas as I don’t put them on my cereal or oatmeal don’t make banana bread as it has no redeeming qualities to so I see it a s a waste of ones time to go through all that preparation to make banana bread and or muffins or anything else that would contain a banana since the banana does grow on trees and picked packed and sold to be eaten like they are supposed to be eaten by holding it in one hand and peeling it with the other and devouring it slowly as to allow the taste buds do their job with that all well and said the banana man was off to pontificate on another subject.

All Unravelled

a perfect day turns to shit in a matter of the batting of the eyes when you he locked himself out of his apartment which located on 14th floor so going through the window is out of the question and there is no fire escape to use and the building manager has gone home for the day the maintenance guy is off on his long awaited vacation to his country of origin then he thought of calling the fire department and they informed they only unlock doors to let the family cat back in so now he finds himself in shitty situation that he is hungry has no money and his credit cards are maxed out which is not a good thing and his phone needs to be charged up but is charger is in the apartment so now he is really screwed as he doesn’t have nowhere to eat or sleep unless he went to the local shelter when he arrived was told that it was full to capacity so its off to the common and try to see if he can get some shut eye only to see the sign that the park closes at 8:00 pm and it is fully enforced by the police so now he’s really going fucking nuts when he wakes up in his own bed and realizes it was all a bad dream

Sunday Night

Another Sunday is soon coming to an end, and a new day will come about. Took my walks today, even though it was hot, it humid at all. On the early evening stroll, I decided to go walking on the boardwalk as it runs parallel with the river. About halfway down the way I ran into a good friend of mine who was sitting on the bench. She is a very good person and love chatting with her, as she is a very understanding person. So I filled her in on what was going on with me and the happenings of the past week. She’s a great listener and that is why and I told her this, is when I am finished talking to her, I feel really good and happy to have a friend like, as I find it hard to talk easily to most of the people that live in the building I reside in. I just wish there were more people like her, as it would make the world a better place to live in.

A Warm Saturday Evening

Came back from my usual after meal walk, and it is really warm out. When I left which was around 5:30, it was 77 F, and when I finished it was 74. Sunday it is supposed to 90 or close to it. To me that is much to early for this time of year. Temperatures like that high are usually occur in late June and/or early July. Climate change is definitely the culprit. It probably has all the makings of another hot summer, with the more than usual 90 plus temps. When through it last summer and I survived it, so I know what to expect. In the meantime, been stocking up on bottled water, so I won’t get dehydrated, which was not a pleasant thing to go through, as it happened five years ago. hopefully it will never happen again. With all that said, I think positive, and I am survivor.

Saturday Morning Quote

“I want my stories to be something about life that causes people to say, not, oh, isn’t that the truth, but to feel some kind of reward from the writing, and that doesn’t mean that it has to be a happy ending or anything, but just that everything the story tells moves the reader in such a way that you feel you are a different person when you finish.”

~ Alice Munro

It Can Be Embarrassing

Walking with one’s head in the clouds, can end being an embarrassing event. I have done it myself but snapped out of it pretty quickly before anything happened. A few years back when I was part of the work-a-day-world, I was returning back to where I work, I was on JFK Street in Central Sq., Cambridge, there was man walking across the street, more than likely with his head in the clouds, walk straight into a telephone pole, face first. He seemed to be alright, and he moseyed on his way. I figured he must have been a teacher or professor at MIT. In Cambridge you do to see some strange and sometimes funny suff going happening. Never a dull moment in that city.

Wednesday Evening

Never got around to posting yesterday, so I will try and give it a go. Anyways … after I finished posting Monday evening, there was a medical emergency I had to attend to. My partner became ill, and asked her what was wrong, and she thought she was having a silent heart attack. Like a good boy, dialed 911, and told them why I needed an ambulance … then being bombarded with all kinds of questions … with all that said, a few minutes later three firefighters are at the door, and a minute or later the EMTs arrived. They worked on her using an EKG machine, plus took her temperature, along with more questions. Soon they were off to the hospital, and they kept her overnight, and it turns out after all the testing they did, it turns out it was high anxiety … a right eye infection and one other thing which is ok now. She came home late Tuesday night, and she is doing quite well. As for me, doing very good, as I kept thinking positive, and my sugar never did go out of whack.

It’s been raining here quite steadily since around 5:30, and it won’t be over till later in the evening. Time to nuke my coffee, and find something to do.

Monday Evening

Monday evening and all is well. Nothing much to report on, so … anyway I hope to get back to posting on a daily basis. I know it can be hard to find the time to sit down and get on with it. With that said, I will give it my best to come up with some good ideas to write about. Till then, stay safe and think positive.

Reading or Writing

“If you spend enough time reading or writing, you find a voice, but you also find certain tastes. You find certain writers who when they write, it makes your own brain voice like a tuning fork, and you just resonate with them. And when that happens, reading those writers … becomes a source of unbelievable joy. It’s like eating candy for the soul. And I sometimes have a hard time understanding how people who don’t have that in their lives make it through the day.”

~ David Foster Wallace

I’ll Take It

its Saturday afternoon and its sunny, warm and lots of clouds and I am tired from keeping myself busy as in busy as a bee did i just say that oh my what was I thinking well i could be tired from getting up to early or from not enough coffee nah then there’s the lingering head cold which is not as bad as it was a couple of days ago anyway just kicking back and relaxing and writing or should I say typing this drivel of a post i guess its something to say and for you enlightened souls are trying to get through this claptrap of utter whatever one wants to call it

The Blahs

Haven’t been online much lately, as I have been dealing a damn headcold. I came down with it late last week. Anyways, I’m just taking it easy and only dealing with the important things that have to get done. Oh well. Such is life.

Writing Quote

“As every writer knows… there is something mysterious about the writer’s ability, on any given day, to write. When the juices are flowing, or the writer is ‘hot’, an invisible wall seems to fall away, and the writer moves easily and surely from one kind of reality to another… Every writer has experienced at least moments of this strange, magical state. Reading student fiction one can spot at once where the power turns on and where it turns off, where the writer writes from ‘inspiration’ or deep, flowing vision, and where he had to struggle along on mere intellect.”

~ John Gardner

The Mainstream Media

“I was on television a couple of years ago and the reporter asked me, “How does it feel being on mainstream media? It’s not often poets get on mainstream media.” I said, “Well I think you’re the dominant media, the dominant culture, but you’re not the mainstream media. The mainstream media is still the high culture of intellectuals: writers, readers, editors, librarians, professors, artists, art critics, poets, novelists, and people who think. They are the mainstream culture, even though you may be the dominant culture.””

~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Tell The Truth

“The writer’s first job is not to have opinions but to tell the truth… and refuse to be an accomplice of lies and misinformation. Literature is the house of nuance and contrariness against the voices of simplification.”

~ Susan Sontag

To Live An Interesting Life.

“To observe the world carefully, to write a lot and often, on a schedule, if necessary, to use the dictionary a lot, to look up word origins, to analyze closely the work of writers you admire, to read not only contemporaries but writers of the past, to learn at least one foreign language, to live an interesting life outside of writing.”

~ Lydia Davis

Practice Kindness

“The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks dont see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.”

~ Jack Kerouac

Writing

“It’s not possible to advise a young writer because every young writer is so different. You might say, “Read,” but a writer can read too much and be paralyzed. Or “Don’t read, don’t think, just write,” and the result could be a mountain of drivel. If you’re going to be a writer, you’ll probably take a lot of wrong turns and then one day just end up writing something you have to write, then getting it better and better just because you want it to be better, and even when you get old and think, “There must be something else people do,” you won’t be able to quit.”

~ Alice Munro

Novels

“Novels are like paintings, specifically watercolors. Every stroke you put down you have to go with. Of course, you can rewrite, but the original strokes are still there in the texture of the thing.”

~ Joan Didion

Reading

“I don’t always, or even usually, read stories from beginning to end. I start anywhere and proceed in either direction. A story is not like a road to follow, it’s more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while.”

~ Alice Munro

Responsible Decisions

“The place of stillness that you have to go to write, but also to read seriously, is the point where you can actually make responsible decisions, where you can actually engage productively with an otherwise scary and unmanageable world.”

~ Jonathan Franzen

Jack Kerouac

Finishing up Jack Kerouac’s novel: The Town and The City. Its the second time I have read it, and its an interesting read. The beginning of the book, he mentions the city I was born and raised in, the city I reside in now, and the river which is only two blocks away. When I read his books, I feel like I am sitting across the table from him, and having a mind bending conversation.
He was a great writer, who passed away at what I would call a young age (47 y/o).

Interesting People

When I venture out for a walk, I sometimes meet some interesting people…from all walks of life. They could be dog walkers…people going or returning from an errand…the homeless… some of them I’ve gotten to know over the past few years…sometimes I’ll give them a dollar or two, as I know how it is to be in their predicament… then there was a woman who was sitting on the boardwalk bench and I told her I liked her new bicycle…she was tickled pink telling me how she was tracking it online from where the bike was shipped from California….
Anyway you never know who you’ll see…run into…and say hello and maybe a conversation

The Creative Center Of A Writer’s Life

“Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as in long swallows. Waiting rooms were made for books— of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone’s favorite, the john. You can even read while you’re driving, thanks to the audiobook revolution. Of the books I read each year, anywhere from six to a dozen are on tape.”

~ Stephen King

lost and found

its a perfect day to take a stroll, when a young female stops a few feet away. she has a dumbfounded look on her face… he stops dead in his tracks … excuse me… you look like you are lost… she replied… i am lost … do you need help… since you say that you are lost… nope… okay … so how can i help you in any other way … she told him i am no longer lost … huh … why is that he asked… because i found you … so my quest is over for finding the first man that noticed i was lost…

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oh how the words come flowing out. makes writing so much fun…

A Writer’s Life

“Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as in long swallows. Waiting rooms were made for books— of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone’s favorite, the john. You can even read while you’re driving, thanks to the audiobook revolution. Of the books I read each year, anywhere from six to a dozen are on tape.”

~ Stephen King

Strangers In The Park

Sitting on a park bench, reading one of his favorite authors, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, an acquaintance that he hasn’t seen in ages. He remembered her name, but as far some of the particulars go, they just passed right by him. He finally looked up, and said hello, and she said I know you, but can’t remember where I’ve seen you before.

After a few moments of happy chat, she still couldn’t place him, and when she got home, to look him up on the internet. What she learned was that he was a high school teacher, never married, and no brothers and sisters.

With that info, she was contemplating to whether to call him, and hopefully meet up with him, or just call it a day, and move on.

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I write for the hell of it.

Why Me

It is one of those days, when nothing seems to go right for a number of reasons. So what were the things that ended up ruining the neighbor’s day.
He looks out the window and sees that his car stolen…no milk in the fridge for his cereal…coffee maker shit the bed…later in the day…he burnt his sirloin steak…

With everything that went south,he took a double dose of Xanax..and called it a day.

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I write to entertain the masses.

Not What She expected

A rural upbringing, she decided to move to a big city.

The realtor won her over with all the good things and the closeness to some of the best restaurants, cinemas, etc., etc…so she agreed to take the one bedroom apartment, which was on 12th floor.

What she didn’t expect, was the littered sidewalks, traffic tie ups, and the constant or she seemed think that there the sound of sirens…police cruisers, fire engines, ambulances…

She felt uncomfortable seeing the homeless lying down on the benches…sidewalks…the panhandlers asking for money.

So after a couple of months of living in a city rife with all the things that she got tired of dealing with…she came to the conclusion, of moving back to the small village that she still adores, and never again live in a city.

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I write because its something I like to do.

Dedication To A Friend

A few months back, I contemplated whether to continue blogging, or throw in the towel and call it a day. One of the first to email me, to say she would miss the things I post, and what not. Another follower from my local area, more or less said the same thing.
Anyways, after a couple of weeks passed by, I decided to ease back into it. So I’m sure I made the right decision. With that said, I dedicate this post to Georgiann and her blog is https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com She has a wonderful blog, love her writing, and tells it like it is, as she doesn’t hold back. Please check out her blog, and tell her Don at a pondering mind sent you.

you know

wake up in the morning

enjoying the first cup of

coffee

open the laptop

to read and view

the latest news

lo and behold

come to realize

nothing has changed

everything is the same

not really surprised

but…you never know

a morning in the future

may stun the mind

saying that it is to

good to be true

that there is

a change…maybe

good

bad…or

in between

you never know

bummer

the table is all laid out with chef salad, a wedge of cheddar cheese, a plate of expensive cold cuts, and a bottle of red wine. with all the time she spent getting the food ready, the candles ready to be lit, her date nevertheless was a total slob… knocking stuff over, and … the evening turned into a bummer of night … she vowed never again … never

9:32 a.m.

so I managed to take a walk, and I didn’t let the sun or the heat get to me. I managed to block it out, and it does help.

now come Friday & Saturday, both days will only be in the 60s, with on and off rain. I can deal with that.

9:14 p.m.

it is evening

which means it is dark

the streetlamps are on

me…sitting on the couch

trying to think of what to

write along with the useless

drivel that i’ve been coming up with

maybe come tomorrow the brain

may produce something useful to

put into words

we’ll see what happens

1:58 p.m.

the sun did

not disappoint

shining brightly

with lots of

puffy white clouds

with that said

took a walk

on the boardwalk

which runs parallel

with the river

and its never crowded

which is a good thing

11:29 a.m.

got to see

blood work

results online

and my A1c

is 5.8 a

a glucose level

of 117

which is down

from the last test

earlier this year

the A1c then was

6.0 a level

of 125

so I feel good

knowing that

I’m doing the

right things

and eating right

and drinking

plenty of water

also no insulin

needed…which

is nearing two years