Being An Author, Along with Two Dollars, Will Buy Me a Cup of Coffee, Depending on Where I Go

I’ve made mention more than once that I am an author. Well, I came to the conclusion some time ago that being an author, along with two dollars, will buy me a cup of coffee, depending on where I go.

What I’m getting to, and pardon this around your elbow to get to your thumb segue, is no matter your occupation be it a doctor, carpenter, retail worker, or pipe fitter, we are all appreciative of indoor plumbing.

I know we’ve all had the pleasure of using a port-a-potty during outdoor events, and what a sheer delight during the summer at a crowded venue.

Just think, not so many years ago an outhouse was the norm. I’ve never lived in a home without plumbing; however, have been to those who were without. Not optimal conditions to relieve oneself, but folks do with what they have. As a matter of fact, the outhouse came with its share of danger. Case in point: my grandfather was bit in his derriere by a black widow spider, proving that even going to the bathroom can be deadly. FYI, he made a total recovery.

I can’t resist finishing this post with a little slice of heaven I saw as a child. To keep from having to wander into the backyard at night, especially during the winter, a device referred to as a slop-jar would be incorporated. This bucket of (use your imagination) would be emptied each morning.

Please don’t take this as a slight to anyone who grew up without indoor plumbing . . . it’s just the way things were.

Have a wonderful week, may God bless, and thank goodness for innovations that make our lives better.

What Could Be Better Than Using Your Imagination to Invent a Menagerie of Never Before Seen Creatures?

If you read this blog regularly, you know I’m an author of science fiction and fantasy. One of the most enjoyable aspects of writing in this genre are the varied types of monsters, beasts, beings, and assorted creepy crawlies I have the opportunity to bring to life. What could be better than using your imagination to invent a menagerie of never before seen creatures?

The different attributes each demon entails run the gambit from A to Z. One that comes to mind is hair. Now, when I say the word hair, I can equate this keratin derivative not only to every galactic inhabitant, but also, animals and humans alike on our own planet, Earth. This in turn brings me back to the curly red mess on top of my head. When I was but a young lad in my mid to late teens, I attempted to grow a head-full of long hair. Needless-to-say, I looked like an orangutan that was struck by lightning multiple times.

I kept this hair style through high school, though I cannot understand why. When I look at photos from those days, I’m surprised people weren’t throwing rocks and running away in fear.

It is utterly amazing how our tastes can change from one generation to the next. I was not a, “Wow, get a load of him” . . . I was a, “Hey, look at that!”

Have one fantastic week. May God continually bless you and yours, and let’s do it again next week.