Day 21 of NaNoWriMo Wordcount 41,777/ NaBloPoMo (21 for 21)
Made my wordcount for the day on NaNo anything I write this afternoon, I’ll tack on to tomorrow’s count. Friday’s need all the help they can get. Might not be much as I’m going to the McMinn Clinic’s open house “Botox, Bubbles and Bling” – for the Bubbles and Bling, not the Botox as I’m pretty content with my 64 yr old face. Shifting gears now to Throwback Thor’s Day and Queries.
It’s Throw back Thor’s Day and I haven’t posted any retro pictures yet on Facebook. I’ve joined some of my friends who post old pics from the way we were way back then – such fun.
Throw Back Thor’s Day 10/24/13
I started posting because since the fire in 2011, I’ve been scanning all the photos that we rescued soaking wet from the firemen’s thorough dousing before they’re faded beyond recall.
It was a 3 alarm fire and I’m still amazed that we were able to rescue as much as we did. The fire was on a Saturday morning, and although I did a brief walk through with one of the firemen, my friend across the hall died in the fire and I just wanted the comfort of my mother’s home that day. My cat and I spent the next 6 months there. Moms are wonderful.
The Monday after the fire, my brother and I went back the following Monday to see what we could salvage. It was apparent that thieves who prey on others misfortunes had already been rifling through things, but the trunks with all the old pics were in a corner of the bedroom which had half the roof and beams caved in upon it.
Tommy came over with his crowbar to pry open the warped closet doors; a sweet older street person volunteered to help and could he have one of my beers. He probably saved my brother’s bad back some trauma by doing most of the heavy lifting. He wanted nothing but the initial beer I handed him while we were taking a break, but I got a 12pack and $20 cash back at Wilson’s market next door to hand him when we were ready to leave. He still waves hi whenever I see him in the neighborhood on my walks.
Excerpt from Murder is a Primary Color:
The servo-cab eased away leaving Janet and Hurley on the curb leading to the Mayax University Library. Janet loved this place. Spire upon spire of glass and granite, like strong delicate fingers, reached through the very clouds to the heavens. Janet and Hurley immediately hit the tram walk and then the lift, side by side, looking down as the ground fell away below them, and the servo-cab became one more dark green speck merging with the silver ribbon of roads that lead everywhere. The Library entrance was a line of demarcation: Through the prism of doors lay a soft expectant silence. The din of the city hushed behind them by their noiseless closing.
Janet knew the way, down hushed halls of mauve and blue and silver hues and reflections of themselves on mirrored walls. The private room she had called ahead and reserved was keyed to her prints alone – no lines to mess with – a privilege of faculty. She touched her hand to the silver panel by the silver door, it glowed and the door parted. She and Hurley walked in and sat at the control panel. Hurley started punching contact keys, and Janet spoke “Computer, program being fed with parameters for a search. Priority is A-A1-A, clearance is WWIII, all access, planet wide. Request holographic mode with guide. Please check voice print and proceed.”
“Working”, came the disembodied voice a second before materializing into a very attractive fair-haired male of about 25 who said, “Voice-print identified, verified, access approved. Good morning, Janet, I am Stephos, we can proceed.”
And proceed they did, wending their way through circuits and corridors, seeing images of people and places, the Kanes and others. At each point asking for data to be added to file for later hard copy. It seemed like days, but it was only two hours before they were through. Real time suspended when virtual time took over. They had what they needed and the hard copy was just printing as they leaned back and bid adieu to Stephos., “Thank you Stephos, please save the entire program to my voice print and access code,” Janet finished.
“Program is saved. Hard copy is generated. Guide terminating.” He winked out and room became just another room again.