Living the Dream

Welcome to April 2, 2025. Today is Wednesday, or Hump Day as some call it since it comes in the middle of the week. To me, it’s Chicago night, or at least I hope it will be. I’m a big fan of Chicago Med, Chicago Fire, and Chicago PD. I don’t watch daytime television since that’s the time I devote to household chores and my writing. If the day is a nice one, I’ll log off the computer around three and go and sit outside. Depending on my pain level, I may take my wheeled walker and go for a ten-minute walk, which is just about all I can handle, otherwise, I’ll sit and enjoy the sun on my face, letting it fill me with all that wonderful Vitamin D that helps my bones and the rest of me. And speaking of bones, that should be my word for the day, but it isn’t.

B is for better. Have you ever been sick? It doesn’t have to have been something terrible and debilatating, just something that laid you low for a few days. In fact, it doesn’t even have to be an illness. It could be bad news. The first thing people say when they see you, is “How are you feeling? Better?”

These days, I find that question hard to answer. First, as much as my friends and family may be concerned about me, they have no understanding of what that word means because they don’t have a context. Do I feel better? It depends on what you use as a measuring stick. As I rule, I don’t feel better than I did three years ago when I could walk ten thousand steps a day, but I may feel better than I did yesterday, especially when the humidity was in the eighties. Better is a complex word that has no meaning without something to back it up. So, do I feel better today? I do. And I hope to feel even better after my surgery. How are you? Do you feel better today? I hope so.

Here’s you song of the day.

Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I always feel better with friends around.

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Welcome to this year’s A to Z April Challenge. As I stated earlier, my posts this year will be based on personal musings. In the process, I hope to reveal a bit about myself, my writing, my hopes, and my fears to you. I hope you’ll enjoy my musings.

Let’s get the show on the road as they say with my post for the letter A, what I call a bookend letter since it starts the alphabet. It also has the distinction of being the only letter that’s a fully recognized word. O may be to some, but only as an interjection, while a is among the most widely used articles in the English language.

A also stands for April, the first full spring month for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere. While it can have snowy weather, usually the precipitation is limited to rain, the rain we need for the flowers to bloom. But this morning, I’m going to introduce you to a wonderful young man.

Antonios is my youngest grandchild, and the baby of the family. When he was younger, he had blond hair with a cute little cowlick in front. Isn’t he a sweetheart? As the youngest of four, he was often unable to participate in activities with his older brother and sisters, One year, while they were all at camp for a week, he stayed with us to give him a vacation, too. We took him to Kingston, Brockville, Ottawa, all cities near home. We would visit museums, animal parks, or just take in the sites. Mid-afternoon, when his little legs got tired, he would turn to my husband and say, “Grandpa, is it time for a beverage yet?”

In those days, we used to go camping during the summer. If we went for a walk around the park, Tonio always had to walk with me because of his short legs. That was where we were when the training wheels came off his bike and he was finally able to keep up with the others. Well, his legs aren’t short now.

At 15, he stands well over six feet tall. He’s in tenth grade, an athlete, an army cadet, following in the footsteps of two of his older siblings, and has a part-time job in a grocery store. This year, he’s trying something different. He will be in a school play and have the only singing role. Would you believe he’ll be playing Elvis?

I have no doubt he will do well since he always succeeds when he puts his mind to it. His next task is to get his learner’s permit for his driver’s license in June when he turns sixteen!

Tonio, as the family calls him, is a master Lego builder. He was only six when he was building sets designed for much older children. He was meticulous in following directions. He still collects and builds sets, but he’s also a gamer, and there are only so many hours in a day! Two years ago, he used those skills to build us a backyard shed.

He’s not a little boy anymore, but he still gives great hugs, even if he does have to bend almost in half to do it.

And, since I promised a musical memory for today, here you go!

I’ll see you tomorrow for the letter B. Have a great day!

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It’s April! The snow has disappeared for the most part, and while the temperature is erratic, spring is definitely in the air. This week, the authors from Tuesday Tales are posting scenes based on the word HARSH. I continue with my Romance/Suspense, And Justice for All.

Today, I have a surprise for you. The book has its cover. Meet Maggie and Harry. Enjoy!

Maggie sighed. Food was the last thing she needed. She wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and bawl her eyes out. Seeing those women had brought back her trauma and so much more. The thought that there was a baby who would never know its mother’s love pierced her.

“I’m not really hungry, but coffee sounds great.”

“Let’s do Tim’s then, but you should eat something, even if it’s just a bowl of soup and a donut.”

“Fine,” she conceded, not in the mood to argue. “Soup’s good … comfort food, even on hot days like this. My mother always said that hot drinks were better than cold ones in the heat. I suppose if you overheat the inside, the outside will feel cooler.”

He chuckled. “Reverse psychology at its best.”

Harry turned into the Tim’s lot and parked the car up close to the building, limiting the distance they would have to walk outdoors in what was sure to still be blistering heat.

The rain had ended, and the sun was making a half-hearted effort to come out from behind the clouds. She’d removed her raincoat and vest earlier, not wanting to wear her sauna-suit inside the vehicle for the ninety-minute ride home. She might be sweating on the outside, but there was ice in her bones and around her heart. She reached for her jacket to cover her gun and opened the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

She turned back to look at him. “What? My purse? I thought you were paying.”

“Not your purse, Maggie, your vest. I told you. You need to wear it all the time now; we both do.”

“But it’s cooking out there and with the humidity…”

He shook his head. “No buts. The vest goes on each and every time you’re out in public. That’s an order.”

“What’s to stop some nut-job from just shooting me in the head?” she argued, her tone harsh despite her best effort to control it.

“Nothing, and if I could put you in full SWAT body armor, I would.”

And he probably would if he thought he could manage it. The thought was daunting.

“Well, if he’s using armor piercing bullets, nothing’s going to help.”

She grabbed her vest and pulled it on. She was just being bitchy, and she knew it. She stepped out of the car and into what had to be 90 percent humidity. The air pressed down on her.

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Welcome to the last post of March. One quarter of 2025 finished. It’s hard to believe. This week, I continue with And Justice for All. Our word prompt is RIDE.

Harry returned to the cabin where she sat, but didn’t say anything. Like her, he was probably trying to add up everything in his head and trying to get an answer that didn’t terrify him. Kelly started the engine. While thunder still rumbled in the distance and the rain continued to fall, there hadn’t been any other forks of lightning.

The ride back to Rockport was a slow solemn one. Instead of docking at Cornwall’s, Kelly drove them to the OPP docks at the shipyard at the eastern edge of the village and straight into a large boathouse where they were out of the rain but away from prying eyes as well.

Harry helped her onto the pier and grabbed the small gaff hanging inside the boat.

“Officer Grant is going to drive three of us to our vehicles in a few minutes. Why don’t you go inside with the others. I’m sure they have coffee. I want to have another look in the boat.”

“Coffee is the last thing I want right now. I’ll wait for you.” He’d thought of something, and she wanted to know what it was. “What are you looking for?”

“That boat was barely moving. I want to know why.”

“You think they slowed down for something.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think it was anyone on a jet ski. I noticed the gaff wasn’t attached to the side of the boat. I think they stopped to get something out of the water. Stay there. No sense in you ruining your shoes, too.”

Harry stepped into the boat and moved over to the port side. His shoes sloshed through the four inches of water in the boat. Using the short gaff, he ran the tip of it along the edges of the boat under the red water.

“I was right.”

“What have you got?” She leaned closer to get a better look.

He pulled the gaff up. Attached to it were the remnants of a few balloon with a long piece of string attached to them.

“Are those helium balloons? Those can be dangerous for waterfowl and other birds.” They had probably been trying to help the environment. “Some poor kid probably lost them.”

“A kid didn’t lose these, Maggie. They’re made of neoprene, not the kind of stuff you fill with helium. I’d say someone anchored them here purposely. Still think I’m wrong about it being our killer?”

She swallowed and shook her head.

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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales and another scene from And Justice for All. Our word prompt is MASSIVE. Please remember that while the story may mirror current events, it is fictitious and a product of my imagination. Enjoy.

“I understand, Sergeant, but it’s critical that I see the crime scene as is. I can’t afford to have any of it contaminated. We’re almost there.”

“We’ll be ready to go as soon as you arrive.”

He ended the call and turned to Maggie.

“I can’t shake the feeling that our killer for hire has struck again. I’m damn sure we’re about to see victims ten and eleven.”

She nodded. “More dead female officers. So, is he a misogynist, or would any team of officers have done the trick? A lot of blood? That means they were shot or stabbed. How could two drunk jet skiers overpower them? Weren’t they armed?”

“They should’ve been, but we’ll have to wait until we see the boat to figure out what happened.”

As soon as the sign for the Rockport exit came into view, Harry turned off the lights and siren, slowed the car, and put on his left turn signal. The OPP cruiser was waiting for them at the top of the road, just before the church. Harry slowed the car and stopped beside them.

One of the officers got out of the patrol car and came over to them. Harry lowered the window.

“Inspector Collins, I’m Officer Grant. Sergeant Daniels and the others are waiting for you at Cornwall’s. If you’ll follow me.”

“Lead the way, Officer Grant.”

The man returned to his squad car and as soon as he closed the door, the vehicle moved onto the road. Harry followed, more than a little concerned about Maggie and what they would see. Had putting her on the task force been a mistake? Would seeing the murdered women remind her of her shooting and her vulnerability?

The village of Rockport was considered the gateway to the Thousand Islands and welcomed massive numbers of tourists each year. In addition to the tour boats that took people sightseeing through the islands, there was a motel, a restaurant, and an outdoor tiki bar for the pleasure of visitors. As well, the marina catered to boaters from both sides of the border.

He followed the squad car into the parking lot and parked. Fat raindrops plopped onto the windshield.

“I’ve got raingear in the trunk, a couple of hooded ponchos that should be okay for you. Wait here.”

Harry hurried around to the trunk and came back carrying not only the ponchos but the vests.

“Do you really think we need those?” She indicated the vests.

“I do. From now on, we go nowhere without them. Is that clear?”

She scowled. “Crystal.”

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Welcome to March. So far, 2025 has consisted of one political crisis after another, something that makes it hard for me to focus on anything creative. I keep hoping something will happen to make things better, but I feel I will be sadly disappointed before it ends.

March 5 question – If for one day you could be anyone or thing in the world, what would it be? Describe, tell why, and any themes, goals, or values they/it inspire in you.

This month’s question is a difficult one for me to answer. With my country under economic war from the US and their vile president’s threat of annexation, I’m feeling stressed. I suppose if I could be anything in the world, it would be common sense or whatever else it took to make people see that fighting and killing aren’t the answer to the problems we face. Greed must be replaced with generocity, and hatred with compassion.

As a planet, we need to work together. We’re destroying our home, and it isn’t as if we can just move into another one. I am dismayed by the attitude and some of the comments I see in social media. It’s dragging me down, ruining my joie de vivre, and aging me with worry.

As a species, we need to be more accepting, understanding, and loving. We need to care about the health and welfare of every person not just the rich and powerful. Race, gender, sexuality have nothing to do with what a person is capable of achieving. And as far as religion goes, there’s only one Bible quote that’s apt right now: Jesus wept.

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