Tuesday, June 18, 2013

People Sometimes Ask Where Ideas Come

So here is a developing idea.

Today the FBI is searching for Jimmy Hoffa’s Body in a field outside Detroit. And then there is the group who wants to raise several million dollars to see if they have really located Amelia Earhart’s plane below the reef off Nikumaroro Island. Are these mysteries really so powerful that we will spend millions of dollars of public money, in the case of Jimmy Hoffa and millions of private dollars in the case of Amelia’s plane. You did contribute to the Hoffa search, would you contribute to the search for Amelia’s plane?

I’m imagining a character obsessed with Amelia’s flight. He starts when assigned to do a report on milestones in flight. One friend does the Wright Brothers another does Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space, but when the report is over the friends move on with their lives but not our character.

Maybe the Arc of the story could run from June 1 to July 2, the time frame of Earhart’s final flight. So then is this a main character or is it a quirky side character? Maybe he starts to wear his hair like Amelia and to dress like her. She was often photographed in trousers and her hair was on the short side. Maybe on July 2 he is nowhere to be found and his friends believe he has disappeared.  

Love to hear if anyone has any twists they think might be added to the story or character.

As for me I’ll think about this for a year or so and see where it goes. 

Monday, June 10, 2013

I am Not Allowed on the Roof Any More

(This happened some time ago.)

If after you say to yourself, ‘I need to go to the emergency room.’ your second thought is, ‘where are the car keys,’ you are probably not thinking clearly enough to drive.

I was home alone one Friday morning. Pam, my wife, was out of town for the weekend and my daughter Hanna was at work. I was in a hurry to get out when I remembered there was a piece of trim on the roof I wanted to replace and I needed the measurements. In that house I could easily climb on the part of the roof I need to reach from a second story porch. I climbed out on the roof and lifted up my arms to measure the rotting wood. I immediately began to slide down the roof. If I had just fallen flat on the roof I probably would have stopped sliding or slid off and just dropped to the driveway no problem.

No I tried to grab a column of the porch which spun me around off the roof toward the ground below.  I landed just to the right of a pointed statue I could have impaled on and to the left of the concrete porch step I could have smashed onto. And for a while I just laid there.

I decided to try to stand up. I was very stiff. I called my doctor’s office. They said this is the kind of thing you go to the emergency room for and did I want them to call me an ambulance. I said no I’m okay.

I’m not sure why but I decided to take a shower. I was moving slowly but moving. There was a fair amount of pain but it was not debilitating. After the shower I got my keys and got in the car.  Our hospital is about thirty minute away. Halfway there I had to acknowledge that my back was stiffening up, maybe even solidifying. And there was no way I could get from the car to the door of the hospital.

I called my daughter who was able to take off work and drive me to the hospital. Chastising me all the way for being on the roof with the wrong type of shoes and for thinking I could drive myself to the hospital. After a few hours at the hospital they said I had not done any permanent damage and they loaded me up with prescriptions. Once she got me home my daughter kept me drugged until her mother returned on Monday.

I am no longer allowed on the roof. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

Stuart and Stella Tell their Versions Of What Happened

I Went for a Walk by Stella

Hi I’m Stella. I weigh five pounds and I live with Stuart and everyone else. Thursday afternoon Mama was a little cold from the air conditioner so she opened the back door to warm up the room. She then sat down on the couch and closed her eyes to watch TV. She does that in the afternoon.

I decided I would step out for a walk.  I slipped out the door onto the back porch and then to the doggie door in the screen door. I have to jump up just to get to the bottom of the doggie door. I pulled myself up until my body was half out the door. My back legs don’t work so well, they pretty much just hold up my butt and follow my front legs. Except when I am going down stairs and then sometimes they try to flip over and go first. Anyway once my body was half out the doggie door I dropped twelve inches to the step below. I regrouped and headed across the deck and down two more stairs. Then I had to squish down and belly crawl under the gate. Passing under the gate I managed to knock off my diaper.

Now I headed up the path between the house and the garage. Fortunately no one was on the front porch they often catch me there, then up the driveway to the street. Sometimes the neighbor lady snags me at this point but she was not out that afternoon. Things were a little warm along the street so I headed down the shaded driveway that goes to the houses behind my house. It was a wonderful afternoon for a walk. In the yard at the very end of the driveway I found a very nice pond. I waded in far enough to cool my feet and to get a small drink.

I was quite refreshed and decided to head home. When I got back to the street I decided to walk along the far side of the street on the shoulder because I thought the dust on the shoulder would help dry out
my fur before I got home.

Out of nowhere Stuart shows up, jumps out of his car, scoops me up and is going on and on about where have you been. I decided not to tell him.

Stella is Missing! By Stuart

I got home about 4:20. It was a hot muggy afternoon. My mother in law, Mickey was frantic. Our little dog Stella was missing. I immediately went in to change clothes and search the house. It is not unusual for one of the dogs to get shut in a closet and to just sit there quietly. After that I went out and searched the yard and immediate neighborhood on foot calling her name. You know she only weighs five pounds and barely has use of her legs. And because of other health issues she easily gets dehydrated.

I came back and went through the house again and sent an email to the neighborhood. I then went out on my bike and did the whole street and went up driveways where I couldn’t see the yards. I talked to everyone who was out.

I went home and got my car and again circled the street and then started moving out further. She had been missing for well over an hour and a half at this point. You know a large bird could carry off a five pound dog. I regularly see foxes in our neighborhood and several neighbors have reported seeing coyotes. After circling the neighborhood twice I headed home.

There, just a 100 feet from our driveway, I found Stella walking along the shoulder of the road. I scooped her up into my arms. She was filthy and wet. I told her we were scared and worried and glad we found her. I took her home for a good bath.

p.s. A neighbor emailed that she had seen Stella at the pond, but when she went out to get her she was gone. She may be crippled, but she can be fast.