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Nano Winters Journey 3rd installment

partial installment of this chapter/scene

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NOTE: to proofreaders;

Kayla = speaks with an Irish brogue, so she be written the way herit sounds, at least at first, so, soooo, her speaking is delibertly spekked phonetically.

Hot soup out of the wind

Steve’s group watched the older fellow Max for a while. While it was obvious he was making a shelter, it was not clear why there were a few little shelters though. The guys were just about to head over and give him a hand as he was obviously searching for wood for a fire now when Shannon suddenly solved the shelter question with her simple statement.

Shannon who had been getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute now, suddenly blurted out, “guys, I need to use the bathroom. I can’t hold it for much longer, how soon will the road be cleared do you think?” PeggySue and the guys exchanged glances since they were the outdoorsy type with the most camping experience. “Bathrooms,” they said almost in unison, which of course set the off laughing and rounds of Jinx you owe me a coke, bantered about. This time it was Kayla in her lush Irish brogue who responded.

“Com along dear, I need to use the loo as well now with all this laughter and bouncing around. I am sure that is what that fellow is creating, bathrooms and a sitting area.” Kayla responded while pointing to the door for Mike to let her out. “Make sure you grab your coat and mitts from the boot, so we donna freeze out thar!” Pausing in thought, she looked to the shelter and almost whispered, “hopefully there is some paper in there as well?”

Mike who had been the closest, opened the glove box and wordlessly handed her some napkins from the last drive through.

“Ta.” She replied, while her and Shannon moved fairly quickly along the path that Max had created. As the group was still sorting out their coats and gloves from the trunk, they saw Kayla and Shannon stop to question Max who nodded and pointed over to the right side with a nod from his head. Both girls scurried quickly inside the enclosure out of sight.

Steve called out a friendly greeting as they got closer to the small shelter in the stand of trees, “Hey there, hope you don’t mind us coming over here. We also thought you might like some help with the firewood.” As they were finally up close to the shelter now, they noticed that even outside of the windbreak, the driving wind of the highway and fields was only a bit breezy in the copse of trees.

“Hey back at you and your group!” responded Max while a small smile. “If you want to give me a bit of a hand, over on the other side there,” as he pointed just to the outside of the trees on the right, they could see a small snow covered pile. “Seems the farmer or who ever was cutting some trees in here a while ago, left a mound of branches, sticks, small trees and some cut firewood as well.” he nodded in thought, looking from the mound to the group. “Sure, if everybody helps out, in only a few trips, we can have enough wood for the entire night.”

“The entire night?” queried Shannon as they came out of the tarp windbreak they had been inside of just moments before.

“Aye, the entire naught, why do ya thing that tha donna have the highwaa cleared ba than?” Kayla muttered loudly and concernedly at him why looking around at the steady falling snow and the covered highway.

“Experience.”

“Gah, wanna mean ba EXPERIENCE!”

“Just that actually, just my past experiences in person as well as observation of events happening around me by watch news coverage and reading about the events.” Pausing to take a deep breath, he nodded at the road and the OPP officers in the distance. “Always observe, try to learn from the free lessons around you so when you get into the actual situations, you have a basis of understanding to hopefully react safely and appropriately.”

“So, ya watch the tele, than?”

Chuckling, Max regarded the group then responded, “actually, I watch very little TV as I have not owned one for about 5 years now. When I am out and about, I do watch the TV, I also follow news reports, see information and coverage on my smart phone as well.” Pausing, he seemed to think more on the topic, then said, “Also from past training and learning experiences. When I was very young to just a little while ago, there are courses to take and learning opportunities around the province and the world really.”

“Like our scouts training?” Queried Steve with a thoughtful look in his eye as he looked at the wood piled for a fire. “Like, learning at summer camp and our parents when we go camping.”

“Yes and more as well, jobs training, courses, organizations hold training, even online training if you know it can be trusted as well!” A pause, then a quick nod to himself, “You will find stories, situations and scenarios online as well. For example there are a couple of authors, for example. Jerry D. Young and another guy who goes by wild_E, they both write, both have varied and certified backgrounds as well, so although some ideas are strange to off the wall, the rest is solid knowledge you can use. O and Survivor Man as well, lots of videos there, but not too many of cooking” Here max trailed off laughing until the others got the joke.

Kyle told his girlfriend Kayla of the TV. series Survivor Man and how he survives for most of the 7 days with no food, and that was the joke there. Good info, but no cooking on that outdoors survival show. Or some cooking that they did not want to have to do at any rate.

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Nano Winters Journey 2nd installment

Yuppers, on a bit of a roll though still computer issues, downloading programs and updating this blog. uggg
Nanonano word count as of this post will be 6090 words ! ya. go me!

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Blizzard on Hwy 402

NOTE: to proofreaders;
Kayla = speaks with an Irish brogue, so I be written the way it sounds, at least at first, so, soooo, her speaking is deliberately spekked and spokked phonetically.
Sudden Winter Storm
Pickup winter story on Highway 402
Dec. 22, 2013 – A steady dose of freezing rain across parts of Eastern Canada turned roads and sidewalks into skating rinks Sunday, cut power to hundreds of ..

The last big storm he remembered that was in 1998 Steve was now 19 yrs old and was heading off to Niagara Falls for a day and evening to watch the winter concert with lights at the falls. The six of them all squished into the car, Steve and his fairly new girlfriend Shannon his best buddy’s(buddies??) Kyle and Mike.
The drive was getting slower and truth be told somewhat scary as well. The large white fluffy flakes had started to fall just after a flash rain with the temperature dropping fast. Those cute and cuddly fluffy flakes had quickly changed to the smaller hard driving and blinding dense snow of a sudden early blizzard. Snow was piling up fast and the cars front bumper was acting more like a mini snowplow than a deflector. Fishtailing and flailing around in the blizzard was more than challenging, it was becoming dangerous and terrifying. Kyle was doing his best though even with the new winter tires it was harrowing, the car was just not built for Canadian winters, despite what all the ads on TV and the dealership said.

‘Pull over, pull over’
thought Steve as he sat in the back seat with both his girlfriend Shannon from Kyle’s school and Peggy Sue sitting to the right by the window. To her credit Kayla who was sitting in the middle front, with Mike riding the shotgun seat was not freaking out too much though her eyes were huge with concern. Steve thought Kyle was going to have some rather painful bruises on his legs though from where she was gripping so hard. This kind of snowfall and storm where new to her as this was her first winter here in Canada. Shannon who was sitting to his right was doing ok as all things go, though she was more of a city and mall kind of gal in all honesty. Although she was from Canada, she was still more or less dressed for going out to the mall than dressing for a winter excursion. Kayla on the other hand had kind of overdressed for the occasion. Her family in Ireland where all into outdoor sports, hiking and adventures so she was dressed more sensibly as well. Peggy Sue, sitting in the back beside Shannon, was more interested in keeping her eyes on Mike, who she had recently started dating.
‘Dating’, Steve thought, ‘not sure how I like the sound of that’, even though Mike was his best friend along with Kyle. Her clothing reflected their family interest in all things outdoor sports, hiking and camping. Peggy Sue did tend to get cold fairly fast so she had brought extra clothing in her knapsack, as a precaution.

As a large 4×4 went zipping by and almost side swiping their car, probably just to prove how good he was in his very large 4×4 versus their smaller two wheeled drive car, Steve met Kyle’s eyes in the mirror. Mike looked back to Steve then over to Kyle who was now white knuckling the steering wheel, in an attempt to keep them on the road and out of the ditch. None of them said a word; a quick glance was all that was needed since they had been fast friends ever since they had met at the shelter during the large power outage during the winter when they were kids. This longtime friendship made communication with each other uncanny during times of stress or activity.

Kayla who had let out a loud gasp and visibly flinched by the large 4×4’s performance of stupidity was starting to come unglued by it all. Both Steve and Peggy Sue started talking to try and calm her down. Steve letting his sister calm the Irish girl down while he, Kyle and Mike softly discussed their options. Mike who had the map book out was using his finger to mark where he thought they were now. Steve loudly whispered to Kyle to keep going thought slowly down the road, as both Mike and he thought that they were in a very long stretch in the middle of farmland with no interchanges or pullovers for another 15 kms or so with the last interchange on Hwy 402 was at least 10 kms behind them as well.

The three boys knew they were in trouble if the car became stuck, already 30 kms out of London they knew this would be big trouble. More and more cars were sliding off the highway as the snow deepened, this freak storm was catching them all by surprise. With a brief break in the blowing snow from a small copse of trees, they glimpsed a couple of police cars stuck or sitting in the middle of the road, stopping all traffic in both directions.
“Right here in the break from the trees is the best bet,” both Mike and Steve loudly whispered at the same time.
“Jinx you owe me a coke,” again at the same time to each other while Kyle growled out, “Quietly please, I need to concentrate here!”
Shannon who had been engrossed in her magazine, People or some such fashion rag piped up, “What why are we stopping here? Here in the middle of nowhere!”

“Shush now please while we figure out what we need to do and Kyle gets us safely to the side, ok,” whispered Steve to her.
Peggy Sue patted Shannon’s thigh in a bid to get her to talk with her and Kayla both quietly.
‘She is my sister, but she is ok,” thought Steve with a smile. However, his smile died down a bit as he noticed Mike beaming back at Peggy Sue. Kyle just grimaced as he brought the car to a halt on the side of the road. Putting his four way flashers on as he did so, the vehicle that had been keeping a reasonable distance away, also put their flashers on, pulling up about 5 meters behind them also off to the side. Other vehicles were struggling to get to the side with their flashes on as well, most understanding that keeping the left hand lane, the lane beside large natural median in the highway was important to them all. Everyone except another large 4×4, though that driver either was not paying enough attention to his front or he just could not slow down in time? The OPP officer jumped to his side closer to his cruiser as the four by, slid, slipped, then accelerated to the medium side, then quickly disappeared down into the deep snow there. To that drivers credit, they almost made it back up onto the road, but hit a deeper spot which caused them to come to a very quick halt.

Kyle, Mike and Steve all looked back down the roadway they had just travelled on to the other side, then in front of them. All traffic it seemed had come to a stop, with most vehicles pulled over to their prospective right hand lanes or a bit closer to the side of the highway. Every now and then, they would see another set of lights plow off the highway to the right or left, all either deep into the ditch or just hanging downwards on the slope. In front of them and off to the side, the OPP officers were letting the larger four wheel drive vehicles go by them if they were moving along at a slow and safe pace. Within another half an hour, even those were all stopped on the side of the road due to the accumulation of snow. This sudden winter storm, which had caught them up in this freak event, was putting an inordinate amount of snow down in a very short period of time all over the area. Southern Ontario was now snowed in all along the 402 and other highways from Toronto all the way past Niagara Falls, which had been their destination.

Sitting in their running vehicle with the four way flashers going both Kayla and Shannon, asked in almost unison “Should we walk down the highway?”
All the boys and Peggy Sue answered at the same time. “No, we are staying here”.
Again, like clockwork Kayla and Shannon, both a bit exasperated stated, “Why not!”
“Cause we will all die!” Exclaimed the boys and Peggy Sue, again at the same time.

This caused them all to start laughing as they all realized they were all saying the same words at the same time, together! This laughing actually helped to ease the tension away, making normal communication and thoughts much easier, so it was appreciated by all of them. As the chuckling was dying down, out from the front seat, “Jinx, you all owe me a Coke!” Was heard from a very smiley Kayla in her best and most proud Irish baroque! Well, that was the icing on the cake as they all lost it again, laughing, slapping each other on the backs, thighs, all high-fiving each other with big bright smiles.

Everybody was so caught up in the bouncing and giggle fest that they were all surprised at the quite and polite knock on the drivers’ window.
“Who is that?” Mike wondered aloud as he leaned over the dash to get a better look at who was knocking on the drivers’ window.
“Looks like the fellow from the vehicle behind us.” Stated both Steve and Kyle! This only caused bigger smiles as Kyle rolled down the window.
“Hey there, is everything good? Saw you guys bouncing around and wanted to make sure you were all OK!” he stated, looking concerned though with a small smile on his face to make them comfortable with his being there!

“Jinx, you both owe me another Coke, that is twwo frm ya knaaw.” Exclaimed Kayla in excitement, with an even stronger baroque this time! Smiling and chuckling, Steve answered for everyone.
“Ya, it’s all good. We were just talking, then laughing then we really started laughing there for a bit.” Chuckling, Steve stated with an even bigger smile.
“Yes, I can see that now.” Max hunkered down a bit, so he could address everyone in the car at the same time through the open windows. “Names Max. Since I know a bit of survival in and out of the bush including road travel, I was just making sure you were not gassing yourselves and had the windows down a bit, even in this mini blizzard!” As he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear in the car.

Kyle who had been content to listen so far asked, “What do you mean by gassing ourselves?”
Max pointed to the back of the vehicle, to the ever deepening snow and all around them while explaining.
“With the amount of snow coming down, the exhaust pipes will plug up or become covered in this all this white stuff. Then the exhaust has nowhere to go but up underneath the car, inside where you all are! That is one of the biggest hazards to your health. The build up of carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide inside the closed vehicle due to everybody exhaling along with the vehicle exhaust. My suggestion is to make sure you have a couple windows down a touch on side away from the wind. The side that the trees are on and you keep making an opening occasionally for the exhaust pipe. It is a pain, though it will keep you safer in the short and long term. Good habits keep you alive.” he chuckled out softly while shaking some of the snow off his ball cap. Even in the short time he was out there talking with them, the snow had piled up on top of his head.

“Should we go and help out the OPP officer and the 4×4 pickup who went off the highway?” Asked Mike who had been quiet up to then.
Max, looking towards the stopped line of vehicles with the cop cars flashing red and white lights, then behind them, paused to contemplate his answer before giving his thoughts.
“No, not really. It is a bit of a walk, even from here and there are a few people already helping and the cop does not look impressed at all”. Pausing in thought, he then added; “honestly, when I lived in the mountains in B.C. near Whistler we saw this all the time. Every snowstorm, the yahoos in the Four By’s would zip on buy us with an attitude, then the first stop or turn they would be off into the bulrushes, demanding people help them!”
Another brief pause, then with a huff of breath. “Nope, let the wingnuts help themselves, or the cop will just tell him to wait and let the tow truck pull him out, plus give him a mighty big fine I think.
“Laughing now, Max looked them all in the eye. “Now, I just help polite people who drive properly without attitudes, only them!” Shaking more snow off with a combination of twisting and turning, Max looked them all over quickly, thoughts running through his head. Coming to a decision he offered, “I have spare blankets, food and water for you guys if you need. I think we will be here for a while now. This early storm caught everybody flat footed and if the snowplows even make it out of the yards by sundown it will be surprising.”

“What?” Exclaimed both Kayla and Shannon at the same time, Kayla with her distinctive voice and Shannon’s higher peeked as well!
The boys along with Peggy Sue, shared long looks with each other, which Max picked up on right away. He had noted the way they were all dressed in at a quick glance when he had first crouched down. Nodding to himself as he again assessed the situation along with how they were dressed, he smiled slightly thinking that these kids would be mostly fine. Sensible, polite and intelligent all, so he had more worries about the few other cars around them than these kids safety. Peggy Sue decided to speak up so the other girls would be more than likely to be calm after listening to her another female versus a male spoke up.
“We have some blankets in the trunk, along with some water and food as well. Maybe not enough for more than a day, though there are power bars, granola, fruit etc.. as we brought a picnic lunch with us as well as the standard emergency food for a group of four for two days. With there being six of us today, plus the picnic basket we should be fine.” She finished off with a big smile, so the girls would see her confidence and perhaps relax. “Also, the blankets and flashlights that the governments winter travel guide informed us to have that we got in the mail last year.”
Kyle, looking up and down the road decided to turn off his four way flashers as they were not needed, as there were no vehicles moving on the highway anymore added. “That winter safety guide is also in the trunk by the way. I think if I remember as well, it said to only run the car enough to keep it warmish inside, to turn it off after about ten minutes every half hour or on the hour depending on the conditions and temperatures outside.”

“You guys got it! Excellent.” Max nodded with a small grin. “If’n you need anything, pop on back to my vehicle do not be afraid of my big old Cane Coors dog, Zeldy, she is just a big softy.”
With that, he put his fingers to the brim of his hat with a showy Boy Scout salute then made his way back to his vehicle. They all turned and watch him walk back to his van. Soon they watched him let out his large brindle coloured dog and start clowning around with each other playing snowball fight with the dog as she ran around barking and carousing in the snow with obvious delight.

Steve and Kyle rolled up their windows, while Peggy Sue and Mike rolled theirs down a bit for the air circulation. Finally, Kayla asked, “is that normal, people coming up to check on you and offer help, in Canada?”
She mussed out loud while they watched people trying to dig their cars out or start walking over to the police officers. “Also, isn’t he bloody cold out there in this bleeding blizzard?” She suddenly blurted out while watching the dog run up and down the slope of the highway towards the trees, chasing a stick of all things, in a blizzard! Looking thoughtful including Shannon, they all nodded their heads yes, while they too watched the older fellow play with his dog on the side of the highway, in a blizzard, both seemed happy without a care in the world.
“Again, why the bloody hell isn’t he cold, look at them, standing out there playing in this, this howling wind and snow?” She questioned them, looking each of them in their eyes.

Shrugging, Peggy Sue replied, “You get used to the cold weather once you are out in it enough and accept it.”
Pausing, she added in, “When you accept that it is just cold out and forget about it, you will enjoy yourself much more during the winter here!”
Shannon and Kayla looked to each other skeptically at that statement, and then they turned to look out the windows again, both thinking about what they had seen and heard. A contemplative quite took over everybody as they looked out the windows, all lost in thought at that moment while watching others on the highway. Some were inside with their vehicles running, others were seen outside of their vehicles, some standing around looking lost, others were trying to dig their vehicles out though for what reason right now was curious. The crowd around the OPP Officers was growing with not a lot of folks looking happy or shaking their heads as the officers on both sides of the highway pointed around them while trying to make the others listen and understand. Only a few vehicles had been switched off, most of the others were kept running in an attempt to stay warm in the blizzard. The few who had managed to stop near the trees were soon clearly the few who turned off the engines to save fuel.

‘Wonder what they have to say about the weather,’ wondered Steve.
“Kyle, can you run the car for about 10-15 minutes and put on the radio so we can hear the news, please and thanks buddy.”
…‘Dec 22, 2013 CBC Ontario- A steady dose of freezing rain across parts of Eastern and South Central Ontario Canada turned roads and sidewalks into skating rinks this Sunday, with cut power to hundreds of .. h_mes…’… Fiddling with the dial, Kyle had just missed the radio station, or it had cut out, either way, the only thing coming out of the car radio speakers now, just sounded like snow. More snow, inside on the radio and outside all around their vehicles. With the vehicle running, Kyle played with the dial, snowy reception with some odd low words coming through every once in a while, emphasized the situation they were in right now.
“Eww, even my cell phone has no reception!” Hissed out Shannon with irritation. Giving up on her cell phone she happened to glance in the mirror. “Hey. What is that guy behind us doing now? Does he ever go into his vehicle or what?”

Everybody turned in their seats to witness the older fellow from the van behind them, now walking up and down the bank to the trees and back. First front of the van down the snow, then back up the bank to the back of his van. Each trip he went a little farther into the woods making a small circle inside the trees, then back to either the front or back of his van on his snowshoes. His dog, now wearing a red pack, which stood out remarkably in the white snow, was also making the short trip back and forth with him. Stopping, he opened the front passenger door, removed a small pack and a small plastic shovel, and then he headed back down to the trees. They watched him with some curiosity as he pulled out some small blue tarps and yellow rope. First, he put a blue tarp up on a smaller tree, securing it top, bottom then in the middle areas. Next he pulled the yellow rope tightly across and around some trees then secured it to another medium sized tree. Repeating this process again along about knee height, with the yellow rope. Walking back to tarp, he stretched it out quickly; tying off the far end to another medium sized tree, then went back attaching some smaller pieces of rope to the grommets. This made a blue windbreak inside the trees.

Next, they watched him enter a small area in front of the blue windbreak, tamp down the snow in and around some trees. He quickly set up an odd shaped little small room. Steve’s group of friends all watched in puzzlement trying to figure out just what he was doing. When he was done, he repeated the procedure about 3 metres away. This little windbreak or small room was a bit different as there was a small tree that fallen over which he encased in this little tarp room. Coming back out, they watched him look over what he had done, made some minor adjustments and tightening to his handiwork. In complete bafflement, everyone in the car watched him look back and forth at the two smaller rooms; then, he walked over and wrote something at the entrance to each of them with what looked like a magic marker.

Picking up the small plastic shovel, he then walked behind each of these <areas/shelters .. figure out which is better later> in his snowshoes, using the shovel to pile snow up around the base of them. This seemed to make them stop whipping in the wind more with each shovel of snow, becoming sturdy and stable.

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MY National Novel Writing Month is here! NaNoNaNo for short

Nanonano … remember from my last post. Well this will be the last post before the changes. Just in case there are issues for a few days so here it goes. RUFF !!!
Editorial help is welcomed. Anything short of rude and boorish behaviour will be considered. (See, writing does help with the minds word selection)
RUFF !!! ruff edited, ruff writing, first draft really.

nano first entry

Copyright © 2018 by E. Turner All rights reserved.

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Turner, E.M.
Winters Journey Book Zero
(Winters Journey set in Ontario Canada Post-Apocalyptic Prep Story)

Winters Journey in Ontario
On January 4, 1998 –
North American Ice Storm of 1998 – Wikipedia, the free …
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_American_Ice_Storm_of_1998
Prologue

Steve’s family were cold all of them were so cold. Steve’s parents had decided they could not stay in the house any longer. The Great Ice Storm of the Century is what they were calling it on the radio. The house had been freezing now for 4 days the first two or three nights had not been that bad, as the house had kept up its thermal mass. The fourth day had warmed up a bit and they thought it was over, and then the rain had started again. This dropped the temperature down to just above freezing but only by one or two degrees, that night had been still more freezing rain. Steve, his father and mother had been busy trying to put old blankets in the windows and doors to stop the cold from rushing in. With this new freezing rain, the power had gone out for good.

No power, no heating in the house since they had only the old electric furnace and the small fireplace in the basement family room. Steve’s dad Ken had told his mom Peggy and him that they only had four little store bought fireplace logs left. They could only use one at night during the coldest of the night to keep the place even a bit warm.
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Two nights had passed then the weirdest sounds from outside had brought them to the windows to see what was going on. It was colder now, 10-15 Celsius below 0 and getting colder and now the water on the branches and in the wood was turning to very hard ice and expanding. The trees were breaking and shattering all around them. In the small creek behind them, the sound of trees shattering and falling down the banks was quite frightening to all, even little Peggy Sue who had stayed inside by the fireplace. At 4 yrs old, she was quite the gymnast though very thin and prone to the effects of the cold. The fiery explosion of one of the hydro transformers just down from their house had them all jumping and the girls giving off little shrieks of terror with some loud gasps from the guys as well. Back inside Steve’s dad had commanded and they all moved very quickly back through the door, replacing the blanket hanging over the door.

Steve had heard it first on the small transistor radio in the rec room beside the ineficient fireplace which was more decorative than functional. They were all in the re-croom now for warmth. There was a warming centre at his elementary school set up for the area. Even with the doors, windows and the rec-room blocked off with the last of the spare comforters hanging in the hallway to stop the cold from seeping in from upstairs, they were all nearly frozen now. Steve watched his slender little sister who was such a marvellous gymnast shiver under the piles of blankets so bad it looked like she was bouncing up and down on the trampoline, she was so cold. Taking a blanket off of himself, he draped it over her while she slept. Steve loved the Little Runt as he called her, though now at 4 years old she was not close to his height, she was a pest, a girl and his sister and he loved her but would never admit it to anyone. He was a boy after all and a 5 year old boy at that!

“Daddy, dad you awake,” asked Steve, trying to sound more grown up, “Dad?”
Ken blinked his eyes open and tried to focus on his son.
“Ya, give me a sec as I was only slumbering, too cold to sleep well anyways.” His dad Ken replied. Stretching his arms out of the covers, they fell and revealed his mother who had snuggled completely under for warmth.
“Hey” she mumbled, what gives its cold out there?”

“Look at Peggy Sue she is so cold that she is bouncing up and down shivering,” Steve exclaimed and pointed at the same time to his sister. “I just heard on the radio that the high school which is just past my school is a warming centre, we should go there, all of us I am worried about her.”
Both Steve’s mom and dad sat up now worried expressions on their faces, as they looked at each other. Steve saw them study each other’s faces and eyes for a few moments, give a quick little nod of the head then turn to look at Steve again. “You sure about that son?” asked his mother Peggy, as she moved over to snuggle up with her youngest, sharing her body warm with her.
“Yes positive, they are repeating the message every 15 minutes on the local radio station.” Stated Steve in his best grown up manner. Now all of them watched his little sister bounce and shiver with the cold, under the blankets.

After locking the door behind them, they started towards the warming centre that was at the high school just past Steve and Peggy Sue’s elementary school. The car looked like a giant ice sculpture and would take a day to even get it to be ready to move with all of them chipping away at it. They stood there looking at the car and the street that was covered with ice and ice-encrusted branches and fallen trees on the road, sidewalks and properties around them. There was no way other than to walk over anyways. Normally this would have been about a 20 min walk; today it would see them arrive about 2 hrs later instead of the normal leisurely 20-minute stroll. The ice was so thick and slick they could barely walk at all. Slipping, sliding and falling had them all but crawl the entire distance even their warmest winter boots were too slippery Their clothing although designed for cold weather for urban people was not up to this task, they were all freezing, wet and exhausted by the time they got to the warming centre. This was not a short easy walk it was a dangerous winter’s journey.

(Elaborate at shelter, but keep brief as short narrative)

“Look, there seems to be a group of kids over there. Why don’t you take your sister Steve and go make some friends while we check in and figure out all the grown up stuff. Stay there or come and tell us where you will be before you go anywhere else except the bathroom.” Their parents mumbled to them, mostly distracted by all the people talking and signs all over with infomation for them to read.

“Hi guys my name is Steve and this is my little sister PeggySue.” “Hey, I am Kyle and this is Mike.”

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** Note: updated with a bit of added words as well as a bit of editing and proofing for the dialogue. Though, I am not even trying to keep the original formatting when I paste here. Sorry, too much work with little to no returns.

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Last Blog Post

Last blog post, is true.

Now this will not be the last ever, just a bit of warning. So Last before……. 

The last blog post that I did post stated that I would be modifying, revamping and posting more. That is and was all true. Right after that post, on my new windows 10 Acer laptop, decided on it’s own to go ahead and download 3.5 gigs of ms update and spyware crap! All this while I updated 3 pages in this blog and changed the title to wild_E (a nickname given, not taken).

Does not sound like much to people who connect via a normal house internet service. I still get Koodos phone internet service with I share with my laptop. ONLY 7 gigs total for the month. Then the next time I connected was to download an app, Google Keep to this new laptop. ANOTHER gig, in background Microsoft bullshit!

These weinerheaded Microsoft arrogant designers deemed, YOU will have almost NO control over Windows past 7, so 10 is even more clunky, wasteful, can’t be even remotely modified from it’s yuppy, guppy software engineering bullshyte wishes. Well wishes can be kisses and come kiss my a$$. What garbage! Even the MS Office I bought wants to download another 3-5 gigs of garbage before I can even fully load it.

WOW… underwhelming customer experience!!!
Microsoft under delivery and overpricing everything since they created themselves !!!!!!

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All Ok, whew got that over with. So on with the show!

This blog on WordPress needs updating and layout changes. WordPress does not support this particular theme so for some days trying to figure it out. Remember I used to teach people how to use this, so, I am woefully behind in this new learning curve as well now. Looks as if WordPress has been sold off and is now a more pay per use site. If I want to have a nice looking, workable theme layout (the looks and layout along with modifying ability) I need to pay $5 a month. Can’t and Won’t do that, so today I will try to find the best of the worst free options, download it. Not sure if everything will still be available, to both you or me. I also can’t download and update the site anymore as that is a pay $$$ per use or gone with the retired theme? Not sure, so here is the plan.

  1. Update WordPress theme after this blog post.

  2. Sort out the garbage and revamp what I am able too! Hopefully make the navigation better as well. Looks clunky to me even on the laptop and unusable mostly on the phone. Huge differences as well.

  3. Update on a more regular schedule now that I am out of Hotmail jail.

  4. NaNoNaNo updates regularly. Entered again this year and despite all the computer issues in the last few days, well I am up to about 7.5 k words written. Wooo Me !

  5. Post the work written the next day or so. RUFF IT WILL BE RUFF !!! basic editing, basic spell check, not printed out and worked properly, RUFF work.

  6. NaNo feedback welcomed, Canadian and British spelling, trying to keep to Canadian grammar rules, RUFF, so any help out will be WELCOMED with open arms and most gracious thanks in return, in advance even! Thank you for your future help.

Thanks and stay tuned.
Note: might need to create another blog, so well, here goes.

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WoW, just wow!

Wow…

Just Fricken WoW…

My buddy Paul out in BC answered one of those simple questions online. I noticed his answer,

 thought about for just a minute, thought right answer.  Then to what do my wandering eyes should appear, OVER 30k answers to this simple question. 

I clicked on his answer then looked at the answers just after and that’s when I realized this Human populated world is DOOMED !

See for yourself, ffs!!

…  Edited in note: if you dare, read the post by a fellow named Matt. O my, O my, just taken to a whole new level, or lowered, not sure which?!

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Remembrance Day

On Remembrance Day while you’re out and about doing your thing,
Remember Vets in Respect.

They saw, they heard, they felt, they still feel emotions am memories leading into, through and out of Hell.

Burning embers of fire, ashes of misery run through the air. The question is are these the images of the past, images in memory or of the now, the current firing through their thoughts?

Fire and ashes, memories, people gone in death, while some live daily with the ghosts of battles of conflicts and friends past. Some wake and look for missing limbs, some never awaken at all, the bodies are their the mind is stuck or has fled. All remember all have been bled.

Soldiers and warriors march by you some seen some not; all are there, their comrades waiting in the mist of time and fog of battle. Warriors in the mist and fog wait for their comrades in arms, friends. Unseen they watch and attend for them time stands still.

Your free, your thoughts are your own, your space safe and secure. When you shop or talk, when you travel or sit, your safe and sound. Your freedoms of speech while you move about your daily lives, paid for with their service. They stand; they stood in front of the fire so you don’t have too, so you never have too!

Soldiers, warriors both before and present gave their lives, gave their bodies and limbs, gave their minds all given freely nothing asked for in return.

YOU – Can you not give them just a little respect pay some thought and give but some of your time on Remembrance Day or any day? Just to hear the words thank you from your heart will be payment for all! With Respect Pro Patria

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~Ed wild_E 2014-11-11

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Release my Damaged Mind

Get out of Damaged Mind
“Yesterday”, as the cliché goes, “was the beginning of the rest of my life….”

(while your reading, why not click on this link for some lovely and relaxing music by Taylor Davis, this is a sweet song)
< I found an awakening in my in the last year or so, music really inspires me to remembers sometimes though always it elicits emotions and thoughts. >((now if you don’t want to read my wandering thoughts here are two sites that have some info on the brain as well, from a helpful music sort of way ! ))

Taylor Davis – two of my fav pieces she has made;
Awakening – Taylor Davis (Original Song)
and He’s a Pirate (Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean Theme) Violin – Taylor Davis
here is a link to a collaboration with Taylor Davis and Peter Hollens… Both exceptional talents
Peter Hollens

Pop Songs May Awaken Fond Memories for Brain-Damaged Patients
7 Insane Ways Music Affects The Body (According to Science)

Doctors always ask what is worse your memories of the present or of the past !
Answer any are bad aren’t they? Long term memory is shot full of holes, recent past memories worse, yesterday is sometimes only a shadow yet some days cling on like ‘Will nots’

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Sometimes I dream, sometimes it is a nightmare, some days are in fog some are crystal clear. Which is the true reality, the dream state or the waking state? The Matrix for real!

This week was an experiment, no meds for 5 days. Background info for me; brain injury, fibromyalgia, arthritis just to name a few. Taking Cymbalta to help with the pain and depression, which of course I have depression after dealing with the Health Care Profession in Canada, anyone would be Depressed.

The experiment was better and worse than expected. When on the meds, I have hardly any emotions, foggy like brain and no and I mean no creativity.
Day 1-3 not too much difference
Day 4-5 lots of desire to do things, lots of creativity, but lots and lots of pain as well.
Day 5 evening… depression, anxiety, anger, conflict
Day 5 evening, took meds again … or ….

I found the desire to create to make and to write, the positive. The negative was so much pain I would hardly be able to write this out. Migraines as well, then sleep issues of only being able to sleep 3 hrs a day (no… no naps either) So tired and exhausted state of being.

Two days in a row found me waking with entire stories running around in my empty head. The dreams were so life-like in colour and very visceral. The dreams were almost like a God like perspective one day, then a first person singular, through the lens out of the eyes perspective the other time. Neither stories in the writing Genre that I favour either.

Scramble to find paper and pen, or run out to get laptop fired up to create this writing, this visceral experience to paper or pixels. Distracted, thoughts fading away to a but a foggy memory.

The stories are gone now, lost in the fog lost in my mind, so, get out of my damaged mind. Allow me to put thought to paper again and allow me to feel free. Yesterday I did a small project I had been wanting to do for a long time now. Meds and forgetfulness do not go together. If your reading this and have a normal mind then you will never understand unless you think back to a day that you had a severe head cold or was crying at a funeral. How dark and foggy the mind was, well TADA, similar, o so similar.

My last post was related to music, the music and emotions that come with listening and in this case seeing the visuals associated with the artist. Lindsay Stirling a pixie of a person though the presence of a giant, remember it is not what you look like it is what you project. Taylor Davis today’s music treat similar though very different sort of person and style. Both would enable you to fulfil any projects or emotions you might have.  (According to Larousse Chambers dictionary, fulfil is BE – British English and fulfill is AE- American English… who knew before this??)

Still reading?? This is the longest piece I have written in a long time. This is sort of creative, sort of wandering though not a story and not a poem, so this is just a reflection and spasm of thoughts.

 

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Sep 7, 2014 · 2:03 pm