Heading Toward a Watery Grave

The flight started out smooth, but then the engines started to rattle as we were traveling over this huge lake and suddenly I heard the captain yell, “mayday, mayday were going down”, and I knew that I would not be able to breathe underwater. Mayday is an emergency code word used internationally as a distress signal in voice procedure radio communications.  It is derived from the French phrase ‘venez m’aider’, which means ‘come and help me’.  I wasn’t up the creek without a paddle yet, but I never learned how to swim and if this plane crashed in the middle of this lake, I knew that I would be in trouble, as I would experience severe difficulty trying to extricate myself from this dilemma.

The pilot actually did a wonderful job, wait change that to miraculous job of landing the plane and it stayed afloat while all of the passengers inside started to gasp and scream.  I felt safe as long as the plane did not sink and I knew that it would be difficult to predict how long an aircraft would be able to hold up on impact and after crashing.  Will it’s shell stay intact allowing the plane to float, or will it break up and quickly sink?  I was just going to have to roll with the punches and take a chill pill, till we got out of this limbo.  Looking out my window, all I could see was water, and I felt like we were in the middle of nowhere.  I had this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach which felt like butterflies, as inside of my brain conjured up all of these images of the plane sinking, the water rising and me droning, and this was consuming me.

Was some divine being going to rescue all of us, I wondered like an epiphany or perhaps it was just an intuitive perception or some type of insight into the reality of how treacherous this situation actually was.  I thought about something that Mae West said, “Women with pasts interest men because they hope history will repeat itself”, and somehow this seemed to rejuvenate my spirits.  The constant bobbing up and down motion of the plane made me start to feel indifferent, aloof and detached from the peril and I questioned if this was a normal human reaction.  The captain announced that rescue was on its way, but it would be at least 45 minutes before any help arrived and he said that we should keep our seat belts on and make sure that we fold our trays up.  I fiddled with my ring and I wished that I did not have to check my blade in with my luggage, as I thought that it might come in handy.

All of the passengers developed this strange allegiance with each other, knowing how dire this predicament was.  After a while we heard the rescue boats approaching and I was glad that we had all survived and that we would not have to commemorate anyone who died with a moment of silence.  Even though my trip was ruined, it felt so good to be on dry land again, and I saw trees and birds, some deer and even a badger.  It was a happy ending, like walking off into the sunset in an old western movie.

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 357 prompts: limbo, images, rattle, safe, ring, fold, nowhere, gasp, pit, shell, pill and blade, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt – Things Watery – Up the creek without a paddle, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Commemorate, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Indifferent, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Lake, for FOWC with Fandango – Allegiance, for Ragtag Community Rejuvenate, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “Mae West, western and badger”, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Human and for Word of the Day Challenge Alternative haven for the Daily Post’s mourners! Prompt Epiphany.

Was It In A Dream?

Eleven days ago I wrote a post ‘When I Feel Blue’ about the Everly Brothers hit song Dream for the New Daily Post, but that is neither here nor there concerning today’s prompt.  The next thought that came to my mind was Moody Blues On The Threshold Of A Dream album which actually has a song on it called The Dream.  I fooled around with this for a while and then I decided to pass.  I got a late start today, but I did notice that the only deadhead in the hameau already grabbed ‘Sugar Magnolia’, so I will do something else.  I decided to go with John Lennon #9 Dream, which I really like, even though it is rather simple and mostly meaningless.

John Lennon seemed to be fascinated more accurately obsessed with the recurrence of the number nine throughout his life and he admitted that he did not have any idea what this song was about.  I read some interpretations about the songs meaning being that John had a premonition of his death, that this was a drug hallucination, an incantation to produce mystic Shamanism magic and even about a UFO abduction.  This song is peaceful, yet eerie, and it can put you in an ethereal trance with its soul touching melodic, magical, confusing, elusive and mind bending lyrics that are present, but still remain intangible.  During the middle chorus and again at the end of this song #9 Dream, John sings these nonsense or foreign-sounding lyrics “Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse”, which is just a phrase that came to him in a dream and he decided to base a song around it.  This is one of John’s more peculiar songs and I am no expert in Foreign languages, but I have read that Awakawa means ‘situation’ or ‘case’ in Japanese, while poussé is French for ‘pushed’.  Was John trying to say ‘the situation pushes’ or ‘the plot thickens’?

This song came out on the Walls and Bridges album and it is probably the best song on this album.  John Lennon wrote and produced #9 Dream and it was recorded in July-August of 1974.  John sings lead vocals and plays acoustic guitar, with Nicky Hopkins on electric piano, Jesse Ed Davis on electric guitar, Eddie Mottau playing acoustic guitar, Ken Ascher on clavinet, Klaus Voormann playing bass guitar, Arthur Jenkins percussion, Jim Keltner drums, Bobby Keys on saxophone and May Pang, Lori Burton and Joey Dambra doing the backing vocals.  The girl whispering in this song is May Pang, John’s ex girlfriend and she sang on this song because the female vocalist scheduled for the session did not show up.  In 1980 John said about this song, “That’s what I call craftsmanship writing, meaning, you know, I just churned that out. I’m not putting it down, it’s just what it is, but I just sat down and wrote it, you know, with no real inspiration, based on a dream I’d had.”

So long ago
Was it in a dream?
Was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
It seemed so very real
Seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street
Through the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear

Somebody call out my name (John)
As it started to rain
Two spirits dancing so strange
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air
Was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say
What more can I say?

On a river of sound
Through the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel
Music touching my soul
Something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse

Written for 6/24/18 Helen Vahdati’s This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time Song Lyric Sunday Theme where the prompt is “dream”.

Changing Her Will

The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison.  They yelled, “Don’t jump, you have so much to live for.”  I yelled at the strangers and told them that in my experience as a teacher, I learned not to tell students ‘don’t run’, that instead I should tell them ‘to walk’, so they should be yelling ‘get down from the ledge’ instead of saying ‘don’t jump’.  The woman on the rooftop did eventually get off the ledge and she apologized to everyone for causing such a fracas, but she said that it happened on account of her not getting any sleep at all lately.  She said that she had been laying awake at night wondering why baby diapers have such cute brand names like Luvs, Huggies and Pampers while undergarments for old people are called Depends.  She knew that when babies crap in their pants, people are still gonna Luv them, Hug them and
Pamper them, but when an old person like her ends up making crap in her pants, it just depends on who she put in her will.

She did have a lot to live for, she had a strong heart, so strong that her doctor permit her to go skydiving, but she also had Type II diabetes which forbid her from eating those cookies that she loved so much.  She lived all alone for a long time, her husband passed away 15 years ago and all of her children lived far away in different States.  She was an amicable person, but when she got a boyfriend after she became a widow, her children began to dub as an old artifact who was going senile.  Her boyfriend was an illegal immigrant, but she loved him because he was good at fixing things around her house, as he was once a carpenter.  Her children threatened her that they would call the authorities on him and try to deport him, which she always thought was a possibility, but they never did, because then they would have risked being cut out of her will for good.

She was not adept working with computers, so she wrote a letter to her lawyer saying that she was thinking about changing her will and she also asked if she needed to worry about the immigration status of her new boyfriend.  He wrote back to her and said that although he was as busy as a honey bee, that he was planning to host a seminar that would help any visitor from a foreign country, so they would not have to view our country as being dystopian.  She told her lawyer that she would be happy to attend the seminar and that she might go see the Stones in concert after that, but all was well as long as she had a roof over her head.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday: June 22nd, 2018 “The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison”, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 23 June 2018 permit and forbid – visitor and host, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Deport, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Dub, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Amicable, for FOWC with Fandango – Artifact, for Ragtag Community Heart, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “carpenter, dystopian and honey bee”, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Letter and for Word of the Day Challenge Alternative haven for the Daily Post’s mourners! Prompt Possibility.

Squashed Like a Bug

Our hostess for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, the lovely Linda Hill came down with a bug this week which she indicated was caused from a reaction that she got from a new prescription she just started taking.  Her doctor changed her prescription and I am sure that everyone is wishing her well and if she can get some rest and sleep snug like a bug in a rug, that she will be better soon.  Some insects are beneficial, but there are plenty of detrimental bugs around.  The good bugs are useful for eating other more destructive bugs, or for pollinating plants.  From a human prospective the good bugs are those that perform valued services like pollination and pest control.  Most bugs that enter my home have put a death sentence upon themselves, as if they are not willing to pay rent, then they are not staying and just before I stomp on them dispatching my foot down on their scrawny little necks with the utmost speed, I say, “You are going to die sucker.”

Beware of the stink bug, they are pretty big, and plenty ugly looking.  They are kind of like slugs in the way that they stick to the outside of your house looking for cozy spot to spend the winter, but other than the smell they are basically harmless, however they can be a nuisance when you get a large population of them.  The bad news is that these big, scary and ugly stink bugs smell if you smash them and the odor that they release will attract more of them.  Don’t squish them, try to kill them using a spray or a trap.

I am pretty sure that insects can and do feel or sense their surroundings, but I am less sure whether or not they have emotions, and I heard that most invertebrates (insects do not have bones) are not able to feel pain, which for me makes it more acceptable to kill them, rather than any other forms of animal life.  I have heard that there are roughly 21 quadrillion spiders living on Earth and that they outnumber humans at a rate of 2.8 million to one, so if I end up stepping on one of those creepy crawly critters, it is no big loss.  It is not like I am going around intentionally targeting them for eradication, but if they are dumb enough not to get out of my way then it is their bad luck as it would be good riddance for them.  If it became inconvenient to figure out another way to dispose of a bug, than I would most likely smash it, without worrying or trying to ascertain if it is legal or moral.

Just to be clear, I don’t get stimulated or derive any sort of happiness from torturing tiny helpless creatures, but some insects can be dangerous and my first reaction would be that it was better that it happened to them instead of me.  This might be a  little shallow and perhaps self-centered, but I feel like there is nothing inherently wrong with thinking that way.  If bad things are going to happen, they should happen to someone else, and it is not like I don’t have any compassion or sympathy for others, it is just that I would be far more grateful if someone other than me got stepped on.  This is a normal, healthy, human reaction.  It is a matter of self-preservation, and the survival of the fittest.  I would never shoot a dog for barking at me even if I didn’t like it, or poison a cow just for mooing and waking me from my sleep, but I still think that it is OK to kill certain bugs without any real good reason.

Written for 6/23/18 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “bug”.

The Atrocity

No one likes things that are highly unpleasant or distasteful, but life requires compromises, so you may be required to play second fiddle, or be the third wheel, or you may even be asked to play out in left field.  Good and evil forces exist within every individual, but once the dark, sinister, malevolent being started sucking the life force out of all of those poor souls who it enslaved, something had to be done before death came to all of them that were locked in the depths of despair.  I found his tattoo covered body beyond disturbing and his implausible penchant for murder was definitely frightening.  I looked for clues, to solve this unsettling puzzle, as I had to escape before I met my demise.  I wandered down so many halls and struggled to open so many doors, but they all looked the same and I remained stuck inside without a key, this was a calamity.  I thought that I had finally found the way only to reach another dead end, stuck right back where I started.  Mesmerized by what the tarot cards revealed, I escaped the maze, destroyed the dark evil plague that was placed on the town and started to laugh hysterically.

205 Words

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42 where the challenge is to pick up any word or thought that occurs to you, and expand it to minimum 3 lines.  There is no maximum limit, it can become more interesting, if you make a random choice from a page, but it needs to appeal to you.  Go to the next, if it does not.  Do not let yourself be restricted by formats. Let it flow like a stream.  Each post is supposed to be capped it at 200 words, to spare verbal overdose.

Should I Start Building an Ark?

There was a perpetual squabble going on about how much rain water the retention pond could take before the sewers started backing up.  A meeting was held at the clubhouse, but nothing was resolved.  The head of the homeowners association said, “As communities grow, the need for diverting water increases.  Storm water runoff overwhelms city sewers and can damage nearby streams and rivers through erosion.  Handling the storm water near its source can save millions in costly repairs that would otherwise be directed at correcting erosion or controlling flooding.  A common method for managing storm water is to build a basin.  Basins are meant to collect the water, and release it at a rate the prevents flooding or erosion.”

He must have thought that we were all idiots as none of that information was helpful and we all knew that a retention pond is a catch-all term for a catch-all pond.  Retention ponds are basins that catch runoff from higher elevation areas.  They are often created near development areas and have been gaining in popularity to the point they are required in many instances with new development of buildings, parking lots, roads, etc.  In older neighborhoods without ponds, runoff laced with lawn chemicals, grass clippings, sand and trash goes straight into storm sewers, then into lakes and streams.  The ponds are not meant to look pretty or to be clean and pristine, as they are built to comply with federal law.  Since 1994, the U.S. Clean Water Act has required new developments to trap pollutants, but as the ponds age and require dredging, city officials are spending more money to maintain them and to educate residents about their purpose.

When my grandfather bought his home in this gated community development, the pond at the foot of his sloping back yard was a selling point which his realtor referred to as being waterfront property.  The last storm brought record rains which turned the man-made pond into a costly problem, as all of that rain and runoff filled it to the brim and caused erosion, leaving dozens of homeowners yards backed up with water.  Only the County Commissioner has the authority to fix this problem and his solution requires an increase in taxes.  He proposed a five cent increase tax on every gallon of gasoline till enough revenue is collected.  Protestors of this increased gas tax surrounded his office yesterday and all he did was hide under his desk practicing his cerebral meditation chanting, so this will not be fixed in the near future.

The extreme summer weather this year has somewhat dampened the hopes of the pumpkin growers in this area, as pumpkins love sunshine.  The pumpkins do like rain, but rain always brings clouds which deprives them from getting sunshine.  All of the pumpkin growers are all hoping that the rains will taper off soon.  It seems that many people with nut allergies wonder if they can enjoy the poppy seed, pumpkin seed, sunflower seeds, and sesame seeds.  The simple answer is that you may be able to eat these seeds because none of them come from tree nuts.  Each comes from plant families that are not closely related to nut-producing trees.  I love decorating pumpkins and last year I spruced up a pumpkin with an old white sock and it looked really cool.

Written for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Hide, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write: Rain, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Authority, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Perpetual, for FOWC with Fandango – Cerebral, for Ragtag Community Pond, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “grandfather, pumpkin seed and white sock” and for Word of the Day Challenge Alternative haven for the Daily Post’s mourners! Prompt Squabble.

The Human Bean

Scientist: It worked, I am going to be famous for creating the first human bean.

Assistant: That is amazing Doctor Plant, how did you accomplish this?

Scientist: It was done through gene splicing where I inserted human DNA into the stem of a coffee bean plant.

Assistant: I know a lesbian masturbator who goes bean stalking quite often, flicking the bean if you know what I mean, but this creation is totally freaking me out.

Scientist: Why in tarnation are you talking about vaginal stimulation?

Assistant: I am not sure, I guess my mind just wanders sometimes and you saying tarnation makes me think about North Carolina.

Scientist: You must train your brain to focus and you could start by trying to guess the color that I am thinking about.

Assistant: That is easy, you are thinking about mocha.

Scientist: No more meandering, stay focused and put on a pot of coffee.

Assistant: Right away Doctor Plant, are we going to brew the human bean?

Scientist: Not just yet, we have to test his IQ first.

Assistant: I hope the human bean gets a higher score than the rutabaga did.

Scientist: I agree as that human rutabaga was a real disaster.

Written for RayNotBradbury ‘The Stalking Challenge, where you pick any inanimate object and describe a stalking situation in 13 sentences.