A TUESDAY MYSTERY – RICH PASCHALL

The continuing story of  The Case With The Missing Egg

Tuesday started out like every day for the perpetually prepared Harold. The morning shrill of the alarm clock announced the beginning of another well planned day for the Premier of Planning, the Overlord of Organization and the Lord of the Library. After his normal morning duties, Harold looked forward to his next reading selection from the local library.  It was the standard Tuesday plan.

He arose promptly and went straight to the window, as was his normal practice. He grabbed his glasses off the nearby dresser, opened the blinds and surveyed the weather.

“What a beautiful day,” Harold announced to himself and went on to brush his teeth, stare in the mirror a few moments and jump in the shower. Harold included shaving on the days he was to go out of the house. He always felt better if he looked better to himself. He did not really give much thought to what others may think of his appearance.

All through his working career, and right into retirement, the only one Harold ever tried to please with his appearance was himself. He felt perfectly comfortable at work with a pocket protector in his white shirt pocket. He gave little thought to whether his socks clashed with the rest of his clothes as he only purchased white and black socks. There were no colors to worry about. His shirts were solid colors as were his pants. There was little chance that he could wear anything that would clash. As everything was rather basic, he had little concern about clothes going in and out of style. It seemed like the most practical style tactic for the very practical Harold.

After donning the proper underwear, shirt and pants for the day, Harold went back to the dresser for his socks. As he stared in the drawer a moment he decided that something was not quite right. He felt instinctively that the items in the drawer were not as neatly stacked as usual and decided to take out the stacks of black socks so that he may return them to the drawer in neater piles. When they had all been removed Harold was surprised to spy something that certainly did not belong in the back of the drawer. You can not imagine the unpleasant feeling that ran through the body of the sultan of socks’ stacking when he made the curious discovery.

There is was!  It was in the back of the drawer, hiding behind the socks. Was it there since Sunday? Could it possibly have been there from the Sunday before that?

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Harold carefully reached into the back of the drawer and removed the Chinese porcelain egg. He placed it softly on the bed and went to get the step-ladder. He used the ladder to get the special box of porcelain collectibles down from the closet shelf and took the box and the egg to the living room.

As if it was Sunday, the day the lord made for Harold to clean house, he set the box down on the coffee table. He then set himself down on the sofa and studied the egg closely, just like it was the time of day on Sunday that was set aside for such things. Clearly Harold introduced a piece of the Sunday schedule into Tuesday morning. The discovery of the egg was both pleasing and perplexing.

Try as he might, and he did, Harold could not imagine how the egg got into the drawer. There would seem to have been no point in time over the previous 10 days that he could have accidentally placed the egg into the drawer. Was it out of the box or even in his hands the last time he was folding and putting away socks?  Could he possibly have dropped it into the drawer when he put away underwear? No! He would never have underwear and his precious porcelain out at the same time. What in the world happened?

Many minutes of mystery manipulated the thoughts of Harold, normally the master of minute manipulation.  He reran the tapes in the back of his mind that held all of the activities of the past ten days.

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The previous two Sundays seemed like the most probable times to have inadvertently placed the egg in the drawer, but how did he do it?  Nothing in his highly organized memory banks gave him a clue to the mystery.  Nevertheless, the beauty of the item also held the riddle Harold wanted sincerely … even desperately … to solve. How could it be that the vault of knowledge Harold secured in his brain failed to hold the key to this riddle?  Why couldn’t Harold recall how this had happened?

After too much time had passed staring at the egg, Harold knew he could not let Tuesday morning’s plan turn into Sunday afternoon’s activity. So, he placed the egg carefully in its box and returned the box to its shelf.

What should have been a happy Tuesday for Harold ultimately resulted in more than a bit of concern.

The mystery of Harold’s Missing Memory remained unsolved.

Related:
First Harold story:  “Soup and Sandwich
Second Harold Story: “The Case With The Missing Egg
Third Harold Story: “Come Monday, It Will Be Alright

NO WAY OUT

Follow the yellow brick road? No crossing! Turn left, turn right, run in circles! Put your left foot in, then take you right foot out …

Sometimes, the road signs, especially around Boston are impossible to understand, much less follow. You can make a left unless that second light under the main light is blinking yellow. Or red. And a blinking green light isn’t really green, nor is a blinking red one necessarily a stop sign. Boston is also the only town that has post scripts on parking signs.


PARKING ALLOWED

Except on Wednesday between 4 pm and 6 pm;
Or on any day the Bruins or the Celtics are playing;
Or if there’s snow, or the street cleaners are working.


GORE AND GUTS ON TV – BY ELLIN CURLEY

My husband is a sweet and gentle man. He is not aggressive and doesn’t have a violent bone in his body. Yet he spends hours a day watching violence on TV, in movies and actively participating in it with video games. What is going on? His appetite for onscreen blood and gore is unfathomable and unsettling to me.

He says that it’s all make believe, that none of it is real. But my problem is that to me, it’s all way too realistic. I have no tolerance whatsoever for any kind of on screen blood and guts. I can’t even watch realistic operating room scenes on my TV medical shows. The sight of someone getting an injection makes me cringe, let alone someone being sliced and diced, even by a pretend doctor. I am a total wuss.

I may have become more sensitive as I get older. Or maybe it’s just that the entertainment industry has taken onscreen violence to another level. It’s more extreme and more gruesome these days. It’s also more graphic and much more realistic looking.

Onscreen violence used to be more suggested and less in your face. When someone got shot or hit on the head, they just fell down and maybe bled a little. Now, wounds are gaping, flesh is torn, internal organs are everywhere and blood is all over everything.

I can’t handle it. I could deal with pretending that someone’s hand was cut off. But in a recent episode of my favorite show, “Outlander”, the cutting off of the hand looked so real I almost lost my dinner. This is true everywhere in the mainstream now, not just on the military, underworld, superhero or shoot ‘em up shows.

There is so much fighting and brutality on TV and in movies. People seem to be more inhuman to each other, and also more creative in their violence. Torture is portrayed, again realistically, all the time. People don’t just shoot each other or stab each other, they use more inventive and sicker ways to inflict pain and suffering.

The world is portrayed these days as a much more brutal place. Man’s inhumanity to man is front and center and perverse sadists are everywhere you look. Many shows are very dark. They are dark in theme as well as lighting. I can tolerate some, like “The Blacklist” and “Blindspot”. But some, like “Gotham” are over the line for me. They portray the underside of life, the worst of the worst. The public’s appetite for darkness, crime and just plain meanness seems boundless.

Close to half the shows my husband watches on TV, he has to watch without me. I can’t stomach them. If I did try to watch them, I think I’d be depressed and anxious all the time. I know there is horrible stuff going on out there. But I can’t focus on it or wallow in it. I can’t even bear to read stories about cruelty to animals or children. If I think about it, I become obsessed with awful images and I literally feel sick.

I need to spend most of my time dealing with the normal and the positive. I get enough angst from reading and watching the news. I don’t need to add to that by watching sadism and butchery as entertainment. There is enough crazy and destructive going on in the government, I don’t need to watch pretend craziness and destruction on television in my down time.

Please let me keep some of my illusions about people having common sense and caring about each other. If I can’t keep some of these fantasies alive, I don’t think I’ll ever make it out of bed.

SHARING OF MY WORLD – BARE TREES AS CYBER MONDAY FADES AWAY

Cee’s Share Your World – November 27, 2017


Would you prefer a reading nook or an art, craft, photography studio?

None of the above, thank you. There was a time when all of them would have been high on my list, but as the house has emptied of other residents, there’s plenty of room here to do whatever we want and a pretty good selection of rooms in which we could do it.

In reality, we do most of our stuff in the living room where the laptops live, the kitchen where the food lives, and the bedroom where we live.

Previously, my office. Now it has the guest bed and the Christmas presents that still need wrapping. And, of course, a giant oak desk. Anyone need a giant oak desk?

Garry uses his office as a place to store the stuff he can’t seem to get rid of. My office contains two critical closets (coats!) plus the guest bed. Also the router, the printer and the paper and ink cartridges — not to mention whatever boxes I’ve saved from my cameras and lenses and computers et al.

There was a time when a photo studio seemed a good idea, but I don’t do studio shots anymore and don’t think it a very likely project for the future.

So, what I’d REALLY like is for this house to stop falling apart so we can live here without wondering what we are going to do about the next crisis!

Tell how you are feeling today in the form of a weather report. (For example, partly cloudy, sunny with a chance for showers, etc.)

Chilly, with slightly damp hair. Need warm winds to blow hair dry!

If you could witness or physically attend any event past, present or future, what would it be?

I think I’d go for either lunch at the Big Bang Burger Bar or dinner at the end of the universe. Or — a really nice sushi restaurant.

Speaking of which, did I mention that Garry and I got the world’s best holiday party invitation a couple of weeks ago? We get invitations from people who haven’t forgotten we exist. Most people have, but a few remember us and this is one of the better invitations. It isn’t a dinner party, but I have to at least hope that appetizers will include wonderful Japanese foods that we will never find anywhere else.



You think?

We gave this one a definitely thumbs up, especially after I tried on My Good Dress, realized it isn’t too small … and my Better Shoes which fit, though whether or not I can actually walk in them is another question entirely. Garry is good to go and he always has something appropriate to wear.

There was a time when I owned a really great wardrobe of expensive, formal and semi formal clothing. Why in the world I didn’t hold onto it, I don’t know. It would still fit. It would still be in style. I think I hit one of those periods in life when I figured “if you haven’t worn it lately, you don’t need it,” and out it went. What an idiot!

If you own really expensive dress clothing which fits, and is in good condition? Do NOT throw it away. One day, you’ll get an invitation to someplace you never imagined you’d be invited and you will be so glad you have it. Just saying.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  

Amazon pissed me off so much, that I got myself into one of those stubborn, “I can lick them” moods. This is not a crazy, screaming, frenzy. It’s more like “Oh yeah? Well …”

Basically, I wrote a long blog explaining exactly why I was pissed off, and for how long I’d been pissed off. I included  colors and illustrations. About 1000 word blog, really in my best “rant on the web” style, but without any unsuitable words.

You wouldn’t believe how nicely they have come around. Oh, I also emailed it to EVERYONE in their customer service department … and there are quite a few departments. And I kept sending them. I didn’t think you could bombard a large company with email, but I did. I’m not sure what it proves, but I get so tired of being the customer cum victim in my relationships with organizations that are supposed to value my business. The whole “being on hold” while they tell you how important you are to them … while they ignore you. The disconnects. The service people who have no authority to do anything but say “I can understand your frustration.”

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Frustration doesn’t begin to cover it. I’m sure all of you know what I mean. I know we can’t beat them all, but we need to try because if they think they can get away with lying to us, ignoring us, pretending they have no idea what we are talking about, it will continue to get worse until we are crushed. So … all of us … take up your electronic cudgels and FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

Then, have some tea and relax.