The Drop in Centre

[mollyhousemouse]

5 minutes ago, rickproehl said:

molly we use PITA at our work as well. That’s our newest phrase. I’m glad you are feeling better. 

thanks Rick
i'm very glad to be doing ok too

[Mikiesboy]

This is not from my next story ... but next one after that one.. next story:

 

Time missed this stand of forest and its surroundings. Old growth stood solid, while the young trees pushed their way through blankets of dying leaves and by the unforgiving pine cones. Animals came to eat of the fruit and nuts; leaving soon after as they could feel the unnaturalness of this place.

But animals are not humans; they are inherently more sensible. At ten, Graham Nelson didn’t know this, of course. He was a child and this place was dark, quiet and quite ancient, he was sure.

This forest behind the cottage was filled with mossy rocks and boulders. Water gurgled somewhere and pines, maples, aspens and paper birch stood as tall as buildings. Woodpeckers hammered, squirrels chattered and Graham couldn’t wait to explore.

“Look, Ma!” He pointed to a tree which appeared, for all intents and purposes, like deadfall. “Look … it’s like a bridge … it’s a bridge tree!”

Elena Nelson glanced at the tree. “It’s only a fallen log, Graham.” She slapped at an insect with her carefully manicured red nails. “I am going back to sit by the lake, Graham. Do not go past that fallen tree! Do you hear me?”

The little boy looked at his mother. I wish you were like Benji’s mom. She’d climb the Bridge Tree with me. He smiled and dutifully replied, “Yes, Ma’am. I hear you.”

Once she’d picked her way back to the cottage’s tamer grounds, Graham got back to the business of being a boy. He picked moss off the rocks, turned over small logs and enjoyed the beetles, worms and other creatures that lived beneath.

After discovering a small pool and making the water skimmers flee, Graham turned around and looked at the bridge tree. As he walked towards it, he noted it was not fallen but had grown straight and at some time had bent over about three feet from the ground.

I bet I can get up there. He set about doing just that but found it was harder than he’d first thought. He scraped his knee, got a little blood on his walking shorts and his nice white polo shirt just was not anymore. Though he grunted with the effort and broke a couple of finger nails, he was excited and proud when he finally stood atop the tree.

I am the first to stand upon this bridge! Graham posed like the champion he felt he was.

“You’d be wrong about that.”

The voice so startled Graham he nearly fell off the tree. Slowly he turned around to see who had spoken. Fear made his gut gurgle and he gripped his tummy. Graham blinked at the other before him.

He was slender, his skin the colour of dark tea, but it was the boy’s eyes that captured Graham. Mismatched they were; the right a bright sky-blue and the other forest-green.

“Are you an elf?” Graham finally found his voice.

“No, I am Salmar Tir. Who are you?”

 

 

[Reader1810]

7 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

Graham got back to the business of being a boy.

This line is a very clever descriptor, and I like it very much.  

Edited July 30, 2019 by Reader1810

[Starrynight22]

26 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said:

i was pleasantly surprised that my inbox was at a manageable level after being out on Friday, and that my biggest PITA customer didn't even reach out once! now dinner is cooking, and Phil and Number Two Son are replacing the filters in the vacuum cleaner.

how are you Starry?

 

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PITA Pain In The A$$

 

I'm great.  Thanks. 

 

I just replaced my vacuum filter and when I did I dropped a few drops of essential oil on it. 

 

[rickproehl]

8 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

. “Look … it’s like a bridge … it’s a bridge tree!”

No it looks like a bridge to a adventure .... can’t wait to see where we will go on this “bridge tree”

nice start 

[mollyhousemouse]

12 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

Time missed this stand of forest and its surroundings. Old growth stood solid, while the young trees pushed their way through blankets of dying leaves and by the unforgiving pine cones. Animals came to eat of the fruit and nuts; leaving soon after as they could feel the unnaturalness of this place.

 

But animals are not humans; they are inherently more sensible. At ten, Graham Nelson didn’t know this, of course. He was a child and this place was dark, quiet and quite ancient, he was sure.

this is so good! i can see this place so well from this description!
i can see my reading calendar filling up!
 

[mollyhousemouse]

Sirs and friends,
i'm headed to bed
good night, sleep well
i hope to see y'all tomorrow
 

[rickproehl]

24 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said:

Sirs and friends,
i'm headed to bed
good night, sleep well
i hope to see y'all tomorrow
 

molly night

[rickproehl]

Sirs and friends

i must go as well. Have a great night and a better tomorrow 

 

[MichaelS36]

1 hour ago, mollyhousemouse said:

Sirs and friends,
i'm headed to bed
good night, sleep well
i hope to see y'all tomorrow
 

 

7 minutes ago, rickproehl said:

Sirs and friends

i must go as well. Have a great night and a better tomorrow 

 

Goodnight both of you.

[Brayon]

< Skips to the end >

I hope all is well with everyone. Class is being a pain in the ass, but all is good so far.
This week's manditory discussion questions for our partiticpation requirement, was about Primary and Secondary groupings, and we were to give examples of groups that we are in. This is one of the posts I shared with the class, and have gotten several positive responses.
 

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A lot of our classmates have said their primary group is their family. Not for me. My primary group would be the gay friends I’ve made, most online, that I consider to be more family than blood family. Three of the closest people in my life live 1300 and 3000 miles away from me, and we keep in contact via technology. The internet has connected me to these people and we talk about a wide variety of issues. Our writing community website, email, Google Hangouts, and other social media platforms are our way of communicating with each other.

My secondary group would be my blood relatives. While they are local, and I live with my uncle and a couple of cousins, I don’t see them as my primary group. They don’t see the world the way I do, and don’t often understand where I come from. Which is why I consider them my secondary group.

 

 

[Thorn Wilde]

Morning, everyone! Maybe some of you haven't gone to bed yet... It's 9 here and we're going on a little trip today, to a neighbouring city. I'm gonna see my godmother for the first time in many years, almost a decade, possibly. I'm debating in my head whether to come out to her or not. I don't think she'd judge me or anything, but I'm not sure I have the energy for the emotional labour involved...

@Mikiesboy That looks like such a great story! I can't wait to read it, you've really piqued my interest. I want to know more about Salmar Tir! ❤️ 

Have a good day, all!

[rickproehl]

3 hours ago, Thorn Wilde said:

Morning, everyone! Maybe some of you haven't gone to bed yet... It's 9 here and we're going on a little trip today, to a neighbouring city. I'm gonna see my godmother for the first time in many years, almost a decade, possibly. I'm debating in my head whether to come out to her or not. I don't think she'd judge me or anything, but I'm not sure I have the energy for the emotional labour involved...

Have a good day, all!

Thorn have a good trip as to your godmother I would play it by ear. Talk to her with no plan and see what happens if you feel it is right then tell her.

      One thing you might think about is the people that do know you and will your godmother see any of them. We Gay and Trans people are good at keeping secrets but at what cost? I just cane out at work and I feel a whole lot better about my self. 

    At the end only you can make this decision but I would go with you feel is right. 

    No matter your choice enjoy the visit.

rick

Edited July 30, 2019 by rickproehl
Missing words

[rickproehl]

5 hours ago, Brayon said:

< Skips to the end >

I hope all is well with everyone. Class is being a pain in the ass, but all is good so far.
This week's manditory discussion questions for our partiticpation requirement, was about Primary and Secondary groupings, and we were to give examples of groups that we are in. This is one of the posts I shared with the class, and have gotten several positive responses.
 

 

Hey I’m glad you got positive feedback on this topic. Some times people want the real life connection of people instead online. No matter if you can touch or interact with people I find I’m more comfortable with the people that touch my heart. In real life people judge you or interact with you by the way you look , sound or carry yourself. They only see the outside you and not the real you. While online you get to know the real person what they think , share and tell you. Sometimes I tell my online friends more than I tell my family. So glad you found some friends.

rick

[Mikiesboy]

https://mailchi.mp/alifeofproductivity/5-practical-things-meditation-can-teach-you?e=dc93ce0d0f

[rickproehl]

15 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

https://mailchi.mp/alifeofproductivity/5-practical-things-meditation-can-teach-you?e=dc93ce0d0f

thanks for this. I’m subscribing now. I hope you have a great day.

[mollyhousemouse]

16 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

https://mailchi.mp/alifeofproductivity/5-practical-things-meditation-can-teach-you?e=dc93ce0d0f

i love my meditation time! i'll have to read this more fully at lunch. thanks for sharing it tim xo

[mollyhousemouse]

3 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

https://mailchi.mp/alifeofproductivity/5-practical-things-meditation-can-teach-you?e=dc93ce0d0f

 

3 hours ago, mollyhousemouse said:

i love my meditation time! i'll have to read this more fully at lunch. thanks for sharing it tim xo

i spent lunch reading & re-reading this. i'd like to watch the podcast that accompanies it. i do find that when i meditate & for a while after i'm able to handle "things" better. i'll need to pay attention & see if i'm finding the same applies the further away i am from that time. (which is usually the early morning after i drop Phil at the car pool site)

thanks again tim xo

[MichaelS36]

3 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said:

 

i spent lunch reading & re-reading this. i'd like to watch the podcast that accompanies it. i do find that when i meditate & for a while after i'm able to handle "things" better. i'll need to pay attention & see if i'm finding the same applies the further away i am from that time. (which is usually the early morning after i drop Phil at the car pool site)

thanks again tim xo

That's excellent, molly.  

tim, I suggested start do so regularly. It is beneficial for everyone, not just subs. 

[rickproehl]

Sir’s and friends 

i just got my Brother home from the Hospital. They did 1 more test and everything is looking good. So thanks for all the good thoughts and well wishes. My Brother, Steve, told me to tell you all Thanks as well. He is feeling much better.

rick

[MichaelS36]

3 minutes ago, rickproehl said:

Sir’s and friends 

i just got my Brother home from the Hospital. They did 1 more test and everything is looking good. So thanks for all the good thoughts and well wishes. My Brother, Steve, told me to tell you all Thanks as well. He is feeling much better.

rick

That's great news, rick. Tell him doing what your doctor tells you.. is worth it. He knows that from your changes too.  Best wishes. 

[MichaelS36]

16 hours ago, Brayon said:

< Skips to the end >

sometimes one should not skip to the end, because one misses sneak peeks... 

Spoiler

This is not from my next story ... but next one after that one.. next story:

 

Time missed this stand of forest and its surroundings. Old growth stood solid, while the young trees pushed their way through blankets of dying leaves and by the unforgiving pine cones. Animals came to eat of the fruit and nuts; leaving soon after as they could feel the unnaturalness of this place.

But animals are not humans; they are inherently more sensible. At ten, Graham Nelson didn’t know this, of course. He was a child and this place was dark, quiet and quite ancient, he was sure.

This forest behind the cottage was filled with mossy rocks and boulders. Water gurgled somewhere and pines, maples, aspens and paper birch stood as tall as buildings. Woodpeckers hammered, squirrels chattered and Graham couldn’t wait to explore.

“Look, Ma!” He pointed to a tree which appeared, for all intents and purposes, like deadfall. “Look … it’s like a bridge … it’s a bridge tree!”

Elena Nelson glanced at the tree. “It’s only a fallen log, Graham.” She slapped at an insect with her carefully manicured red nails. “I am going back to sit by the lake, Graham. Do not go past that fallen tree! Do you hear me?”

The little boy looked at his mother. I wish you were like Benji’s mom. She’d climb the Bridge Tree with me. He smiled and dutifully replied, “Yes, Ma’am. I hear you.”

Once she’d picked her way back to the cottage’s tamer grounds, Graham got back to the business of being a boy. He picked moss off the rocks, turned over small logs and enjoyed the beetles, worms and other creatures that lived beneath.

After discovering a small pool and making the water skimmers flee, Graham turned around and looked at the bridge tree. As he walked towards it, he noted it was not fallen but had grown straight and at some time had bent over about three feet from the ground.

I bet I can get up there. He set about doing just that but found it was harder than he’d first thought. He scraped his knee, got a little blood on his walking shorts and his nice white polo shirt just was not anymore. Though he grunted with the effort and broke a couple of finger nails, he was excited and proud when he finally stood atop the tree.

I am the first to stand upon this bridge! Graham posed like the champion he felt he was.

“You’d be wrong about that.”

The voice so startled Graham he nearly fell off the tree. Slowly he turned around to see who had spoken. Fear made his gut gurgle and he gripped his tummy. Graham blinked at the other before him.

He was slender, his skin the colour of dark tea, but it was the boy’s eyes that captured Graham. Mismatched they were; the right a bright sky-blue and the other forest-green.

“Are you an elf?” Graham finally found his voice.

“No, I am Salmar Tir. Who are you?”

 

[mollyhousemouse]

7 minutes ago, MichaelS36 said:

sometimes one should not skip to the end, because one misses sneak peeks... 

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This is not from my next story ... but next one after that one.. next story:

 

Time missed this stand of forest and its surroundings. Old growth stood solid, while the young trees pushed their way through blankets of dying leaves and by the unforgiving pine cones. Animals came to eat of the fruit and nuts; leaving soon after as they could feel the unnaturalness of this place.

But animals are not humans; they are inherently more sensible. At ten, Graham Nelson didn’t know this, of course. He was a child and this place was dark, quiet and quite ancient, he was sure.

This forest behind the cottage was filled with mossy rocks and boulders. Water gurgled somewhere and pines, maples, aspens and paper birch stood as tall as buildings. Woodpeckers hammered, squirrels chattered and Graham couldn’t wait to explore.

“Look, Ma!” He pointed to a tree which appeared, for all intents and purposes, like deadfall. “Look … it’s like a bridge … it’s a bridge tree!”

Elena Nelson glanced at the tree. “It’s only a fallen log, Graham.” She slapped at an insect with her carefully manicured red nails. “I am going back to sit by the lake, Graham. Do not go past that fallen tree! Do you hear me?”

The little boy looked at his mother. I wish you were like Benji’s mom. She’d climb the Bridge Tree with me. He smiled and dutifully replied, “Yes, Ma’am. I hear you.”

Once she’d picked her way back to the cottage’s tamer grounds, Graham got back to the business of being a boy. He picked moss off the rocks, turned over small logs and enjoyed the beetles, worms and other creatures that lived beneath.

After discovering a small pool and making the water skimmers flee, Graham turned around and looked at the bridge tree. As he walked towards it, he noted it was not fallen but had grown straight and at some time had bent over about three feet from the ground.

I bet I can get up there. He set about doing just that but found it was harder than he’d first thought. He scraped his knee, got a little blood on his walking shorts and his nice white polo shirt just was not anymore. Though he grunted with the effort and broke a couple of finger nails, he was excited and proud when he finally stood atop the tree.

I am the first to stand upon this bridge! Graham posed like the champion he felt he was.

“You’d be wrong about that.”

The voice so startled Graham he nearly fell off the tree. Slowly he turned around to see who had spoken. Fear made his gut gurgle and he gripped his tummy. Graham blinked at the other before him.

He was slender, his skin the colour of dark tea, but it was the boy’s eyes that captured Graham. Mismatched they were; the right a bright sky-blue and the other forest-green.

“Are you an elf?” Graham finally found his voice.

“No, I am Salmar Tir. Who are you?”

 

it's good, isn't it Michael Sir?

 

[MichaelS36]

11 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said:

it's good, isn't it Michael Sir?

 

yes it is … very good

[Fae Briona]

8 hours ago, mollyhousemouse said:

i love my meditation time! i'll have to read this more fully at lunch. thanks for sharing it tim xo

I've lost the "touch" and need to get back into the practice.  It would help with my emotional stability, and with my pain management.