Nicole as DVArtist for Friday Face Off
sketch by eaghl/2025
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
RAIN'S ART AND DINNER DATE...WORD IS CARDS
The Fool is the first card of the Major Arcana (numbered 0) and represents new beginnings, innocence, and spontaneity. The image shows a young person stepping off a cliff, reminding us to trust our instincts and take bold leaps of faith.
This month the words/prompts are supplied by River and can be found here
This week's prompt is: 'T'was a hot midsummer's eve and a storm was brewing on the horizon
and this photo, borrowed from Lee:
It has always been my plan to visit friends Lee and River in Australia. The travel by cruise line would take three weeks. Wishing to meet there earlier with them on Newry Island was impossible. The cruise would have to serve because a flight would be very expensive. Maybe if all went well I could meet up with River before we both headed for Lee's requested meeting place.
It was a beautiful day and pinching myself was the only way to believe it was happening. We hugged and then we stepped upon the sailing boat. Who could have guessed that the weather could take on such a quick change. Twas a hot midsummer's eve and a storm was brewing on the horizon. Thankfully we saw it coming and quickly returned to the Island, able to have a harrowing tale to share with friends when the vacation was over.
SUNDAY TALKING...MORE ABOUT THE PUPPY
Yes I took him to raise. He is now almost four months old and weighs 22.6 lbs. I do not believe he will kill this old woman but I do believe he will keep trying. You all warned me. However, I am very attached to him. His permanent name is Skeeter. The vet says he will be a big boy at the rate he is growing.
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Just a round sausage when he arrived here at 8 weeks old. |
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Growing and picking is own toys. |
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Loves this bed that was here for a visiting cousin dog. |
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Managed to pull my grandma's afghan off the shelf. |
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Has to go out with a basket muzzle to keep him from eating chicken feed. |
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Skeeter decided today to steal my chair. |
RAIN'S WORD FOR THURSDAY'S ART AND DINNER DATE WAS MICROPHONE...
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I missed the time to post for Thursday. |
NICOLE'S DVArtist FRIDAY FACE OFF
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Another flash from the past by eaghl for JKPP |
SATURDAY HEADLINE: RIP: George Foreman, the two-time heavyweight champion, Olympic gold medalist, and proud Houston native, has died at 76.
This month the words/prompts are supplied by River and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1.herring 2.detectives 3.beer 4.mask 5.peaches
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A group of police and State detectives gathered in the Lynch orchard. They could not imagine a case like this where peaches were involved. Jacob Lynch had invited them in laughing about the claim they had received anonymously.
Each of the agents wore a mask to deter the dust in the adjoining field from choking them. The call had come from an unknown source. The person had vowed that this peach grower was making illegal beer from his fruit. This was not a violent crime but it was against the law for persons to make their own alcohol products without a license.
The police continued their investigation until it was determined there was no truth to the caller's claims. That person had produced a red-herring. Now the search was geared toward finding the caller who had lied and wasted valuable law enforcement time.
The case of the boot-legged peach drink was eventually solved. The call had come from the neighboring farmer who wanted to run Mr. Lynch out of business.