The Request

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

The Request

The Request –

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

‘I speak, but no one listens.’

‘I have this itch, and I am unable to reach it.  With my extremities buried I am unable to scratch it, can you help?’

As usual there was no response to the request.  As usual they would walk by, take photos and leave.  The request was never heard and the itch continued and additional requests were made in vain.  Sadness wore on the face as time continued and no response was received.  Suddenly out of nowhere, there was the relieve, the request would not go without a response.  It emerged out of the sand with a hand, the scratching would take place and the itch would be gone.

‘Oh, thank you my friend.’

‘Without you my days of agony would have continued.’

There was no response from that which had emerged out of the sand.

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

Argent Match

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Argent Match –

The chief meteorologist did not predict it, and the general population was surprised and alarmed.  The forecast was for clouds and rain and possible thunderstorms.  No one saw it coming and that day would be different from all others.  That day the method of forecasting the weather would change.

It started as an ordinary day and the forecast was the usual for that time of the year.  History was to dictate the day and all evidence was present – there were no questions.  The forecast was in place and the expectations set.

The day started as usual and expectations were met and the clouds gather in a mass of unknown certainty.  Then the change started and the meteorologists and others started their different views for the green sky.  The change in color was swift and the anecdotal signs could not be dispelled.

The weather preceded with the usual flare and burst of electrical fierceness and the skies began the outpouring of hail beyond believe.  Shelter of the unknowing was sought and upon the conclusion of the widest day in weather history, the result of unexpectant was viewed.

The ground was covered with the rare occurrence and history was made.  The argent match was equal to none – the population was surprised and alarmed.

Thimblerig

This past Monday, I had surgery.  Prior to the surgery, when I scheduled my posts for this week, I had no idea how my recovery would be going.  I felt I would need all week for some recovery before I would post about my status.  My plan is to update you on how I am feeling and the status of my recovery in the next few days.

For today,

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Thimblerig –

The day had come for the big Thimblerig tournament and the participants were prepared for most anything.  The peas, small balls, shells, cups and bottle caps were brought with excitement as the contestants eagerly awaited their turn.  There was that one that always has something different and to the amazement of the other participants and audience, that something different would surprise them all.

That something different had them laying down their money for a return in profit to retire them all.

It was that one’s turn and the time had arrived that no one saw coming.

There was no sleight of hand or psychological tricks; only skill, mastery and a large crane.

The game ended and the swindle was cracked open wide with the “Sharp” moving quickly on to find new “Flats”.

The profit was no more and the crowd was stunned.

 

I will be in ICU for a couple of days and then the recovery begins.  

I appreciate everyone taking the time to stop by, read and leave many wonderful comments.  Due to my surgery and not knowing how I will be feeling; I am disabling the comments on my post today.  I need a few days of recovery and to grow accustom to the new me.  But know soon I will have comments enabled and I will be ready to respond to each one of them. 

a job; and I was naked!

In my post ‘Spending time away‘, I wrote the following –

While I am on one of the biggest ships, sailing the Atlantic Ocean visiting several Caribbean islands; my plan involves some days publishing a brand-new post and other days re-publishing an older post.  I wrote posts early in my blog that received little exposer and I consider them among others as interesting posts. I know I can reblog these posts, but decided instead to create a new post for each and give a different name to them.

I appreciate everyone taking the time to stop by, read and leave many wonderful comments.  My time away sailing and enjoying other activities will result in time offline and will prevent me from responding to the many wonderful comments I receive.  Therefore, I will be disabling the comments on many of my upcoming posts while spending time away.  There will be times I will have some time online and you will see me a little here and there on WP.  But, most of my time will be offline having fun, relaxing and enjoying the sun.

In today’s post, I write the following –

These words were originally published in June, 2015 –

Recently I have been having some interesting dreams while sleeping.  A couple of nights ago I had a dream that included my boss at my last job I had prior to retiring.  She is a pretty lady, about 20 years younger than me and I liked her and respected her very much.  She was in my thoughts earlier in the day so I assume that is why she was in my dream – no other reason I can think of.  Anyway I dreamed I was going back to work and I was thinking I had 2 job offers, one from her and one from someone else.  I went to see her first to find out if I was offered a job; and I was naked!

I was in a room by myself naked, standing with no clothes on, nothing!  She walked in and gave me a look, not a surprised look, just a look.  I remember being a little embarrassed, but was somewhat ok with the situation.  Previously having worked for her and others in a small company for almost 10 years, we all became close friends – almost like family.  By no means did I have an attraction for her and there was certainly no attraction from her for me – so not sure why I was naked in front of her in my dream.  Back to the dream; there I am standing in front of her naked and I do not remember anything being said, but I some point it was obvious to me there was a company policy that when someone was offered a job, the whole company was present to offer it.  One by one, other people started to walk into the room with me standing there naked.  No one said a word and neither did I.  The others when walking into the room gave me a look, not a surprised look, just a look.  I remember continuing to be a little embarrassed, but was still ok with the situation.

I decided to research dreaming about being naked and this is what I found on the dreammoods.com website:

This website indicates an in depth analyses for common naked dreams include the following: Nudity indicates vulnerability, Nudity indicates fear of exposure, Nudity indicates insecurity, Nudity indicates feeling unprepared, Nudity indicates arrogance, Nudity indicates freedom of expression, Nudity indicates attention.

The conclusion of the naked dreams analysis –

Often times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. It just reiterates that your concerns or anxieties are your own projections; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue out of nothing.

So here I am writing my blog posts and telling my life stories, the good, the bad and the ugly parts of me and my life, this process I believe is me taking my clothes off and standing naked in front of you.

Me (2)

here is your answer

There are many posts on this blog that describe me; my personality, my physical body, my mind, my habits, my behaviors and many other aspects me.

I am not Ricky

There is a word that others use to describe me – I do not use it – society decided to give it to me – others decided to label me with it.

I have used the label, the word that others describe me here a couple of times in posts – not to label me, and not to describe me.

What am I really writing about here?

Having written over 600 posts since the start of this blog; some topics come to me in an instant while others I think about for awhile.  This post came to me per a comment I received from a reader.  I receive many comments here on my blog, and I respond to 99.99% of them.  I have a few comments that require approval; these are from readers who are commenting for the first time and yes, I have a couple of readers that I have their comments go to the ‘Pending’ folder because they left a previous comment that I did not appreciate.  Okay, let’s move on.

Recently I had a comment in my ‘Pending’ folder from a first-time comment reader.  I was not offended by the comment, but it did involve a detailed response from me.  You know me, sometimes I respond to comments via a post – here is that post.

The reader that left that comment; I did not approve your comment, but here is my response.  Your comment mentioned the ‘G’ word, the word others use to describe me; but does it describe me?

Am I a ‘Gentleman’, some would think so.  Am I ‘Gentle’, I can be.  Am I a ‘Gem’, well ask Gary.  Am I ‘Gracious’, ‘Gratifying’, ‘Guiltless’, ‘Growing’ and ‘Groovy’?  These are words that can describe me.

That other ‘G’ word, if I am correct; the word was used in 2 posts here on my blog; I do use it often, as I really do not like it much.  Have I use the ‘G’ word to describe myself?

The answer is in the many posts published on my blog.

Last year, I wrote a series of posts to describe me, to expose me and let you know me – to meet me.

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You can read these posts and find if I used the ‘G’ word or not to describe me –

Easy to Label, Easy to Judge

Being Different – aren’t we all

Word Meanings

my sexuality will die with me

‘The Outcast’

Queer, Geek, Gay

I Am Me

Okay, again for that reader that left the comment – here is your answer –

Gary and I have been mistaken for brothers many times.  There are many of us out there everywhere, and you say you have not met anyone from that side – you most likely have – you just did not know it.  Crystal clear is a word that is always crystal clear.  You know when you know – for some that is earlier and for others that is later.  Many people can become anything they want to be, many people choose to be something, anything they want to be.  I choose not to be anything, something I am not – but instead I am who I am.

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My rant is over… I actually wanted to start with ‘Thank you for your comment.’

Rumen

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Rumen –

Mom, are you sure about this?

A course baby, I would not put you in harm’s way.

But mom, I do not see my friends doing this.

Baby trust me, they will be so jealous of you.

I am not wanting my friends to be jealous of me, mom!

Baby, if your friends are true friends, trust me they will understand.

I do not understand why you want me to do this mom.

It is for your best interest baby.

Mom, why do you call me baby, I am old enough to be a billy.

You will always be my baby.

Okay mom, but do I really have to do this?

Yes, baby, I mean billy you do, as you just indicated you are old enough.

And then it was heard, the loudest most disturbing burp that could come from a goat.

The French Kiss

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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The French Kiss –

Yes, yes, yes, I know it is odd that I would take time off to fly to France and be professionally trained.  But seriously, look at this face, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?

Yes, I know about the Mexican Kiss, but it is not as exciting as the French Kiss.

So off I went to France to be professionally trained.

The training was intense and involved many countless hours.

It paid off as I am now considered the world’s first Chihuahua trained in France.

But I do now have a tired lazy tongue.

Search

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Search –

The search was on for what was to be the important find of the century.  What was it?

The search would change the world as we know and never again would it be the same.  Why was it important?

The search would be time consuming and required persistence.  When would it be found?

The search needed extra attention to detail.   Where is it?

The search resulted in a benefit for all.  What was it?

No soy Rickey

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

I am not Ricky

No soy Rickey –

It was before the time of him, the one that many thought was the other.  On the street, crowds would surround the one and the response would be “es él”.  The response would be “No, no!”, and the one would be swiftly taken and moved away.  The other sites and locations would always be the same for the one that many thought was the other.  And the usual “es Rickey” would be shouted and followed by the common response “I am not Rickey.”  Did they not understand the time was not right, his time had already passed and how could he be young again to be there again at that age?

A decade has passed, he was older, but the one was younger and it could not be him, the one.  Still the crowd grew and shouted “Sabemos que es usted!”  The one’s response firmly was “no, no se no es él, soy yo.”

But wait, why was the one’s response in Spanish and not English?  Could it be, that he the one was the other?  No, no podía ser!

My Inner Light

Will someday in the far future someone find my life and relive it?

I have written many posts about dying & death; it is inevitable and it will happen someday.

I have written many posts about leaving something behind; mementos, keepsakes, documents, treasures and legacy.

In my post ‘What do I want to leave when I am gone?‘, I ended with the following –

Maybe this blog and maybe someday that book will be available to them to read and maybe, just maybe they will learn something from me.

What do I want to leave when I am gone?

In my post ‘How will my story be written?‘, I ended with the following –

My life is in me and on this blog; this is my story being written.

Will my story be forgotten?  Will anyone really care if my story is written?

How will my story be written?

I today’s post, I continue with the following –

In an episode of Star Trek, The Next Generation titled ‘The Inner Light’, a life of a man of long ago is being relived. Per wikia.com

An alien probe controls and disables Captain Picard, who wakes up as “Kamin,” a resident of the planet Kataan. While the crew of the Enterprise tries to jar the probe’s influence, “Kamin” lives through the final, dying decades of his homeworld in the span of approximately twenty minutes in the form of an interactive “ancestor simulation”.

In my post ‘Online Presence Never Dies‘ I began with the following –

My online presence will live forever – my online presence never dies.

Have you thought about what happens to our online presence once we have left this world?

In today’s post, I conclude with the following –

The Inner Light’, concludes with the following –

[Picard’s quarters]

(Picard is re-discovering his possessions when the doorbell rings. He has to think what that sound is)

 PICARD: Come.

 RIKER: Hello, sir. Feeling better?

 PICARD: Yes. Yes, thank you. But I find I’m having to rediscover that this is really my home.

 RIKER: We were able to open the probe and examine it. Apparently, whatever had locked onto you must have been self terminating. It’s not functioning any longer. We found this inside.

 (Riker hands him a box and leaves. Inside it is a penny whistle with a tassel. Picard clutches it to his chest for a moment, then plays his Skye Boat song variation on it)

Will someone find my blog far into the future and through reading my words, relive my experiences?

Will someday in the far future someone find my life and relive it?

I conclude with a quote from ‘The Inner Light’ episode –

We will have found life again