A Home For Tank…

A Tank like puppy

I didn’t intend on getting a puppy dog. Honest.. I daydreamed about it, but after trying a couple of times to adopt off of pet finder I gave up trying for a while. Better to focus on getting my house in order than introducing a new member.

A week ago, there was a Chihuahua-mix wandering in the middle of the street.  When I called out to him, he put his tail between his legs and sat down there.  He just waited for me to come and get him.

We traveled from door to door until my neighbor Mikey opened his door and gave me little Tank’s tale.  As Mike and I chatted Tank kissed my ear.  His owners couldn’t afford to keep him anymore and he was constantly escaping from the yard.

It looked like no one was home and so I took the little guy back to my house to fetch a leash so I could keep him with me while I gardened and watched for his family.  They finally came looking for him forty-five minutes later and was surprised that I had him on a leash. I tried to explain the logic of putting him on it, but when his Momma came over she seemed want to rush him away.  I asked about giving him a home and she said she would ask her daughter.

The next day, I watched little Tank being handed over to another neighbor.  There was a disappointing thud in my heart. I had grown attached to the idea of Tank coming to live with me,but at least he had a home.  Walking by his new home, I would look and just hoping he was happy.

Yesterday morning a man was running after Tank as he rounded the corner of my house.  I said hello and asked after little Tank.  He was still looking for a home.  The man, whose name I never got, offered Tank to me.  I accepted and asked if I could pick him up after work.  Everything seemed good to go..

Tank, however, wasn’t home when I went to pick him. The man who opened the door in his superman boxers said he would bring him over later.  The only knock on the door was a friend who came over to help me attach the garden hose to the faucet.  He left with cookies and I busied myself with chores. The dishes are done, the floors swept and the laundry has been put away.  Just no puppy…

I am not sure what happened.

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The Last Unicorn the Graphic Novel

Since 1968, this story has been capturing hearts and minds. My heart was taken prisoner in the late eighties when it appeared on TV and like many children I didn’t realize there was a book.   Sad, but true.. now there is a graphic novel to call me back to this enchanting tale. It adds rich details that the movie did not and left me craving more.  Thankful the local library has a copy of the original book waiting for me.

I have become a Last Unicorn addict and I want you to join me.

The story is about a unicorn who goes in search of her fellow unicorns upon hearing that she is the last of her kind.  Her quest leads her away from her forest and into the lands of moral men. There she is seen only as a beautiful white mare because human beings have lost the ability to see creatures such as her. Well, most humans.  Mommy Fortuna, voiced by the unforgettable Angela Landsberry in the film, finds her sleeping, realizes what she is and traps her.

At the Midnight Carnival, Mommy Fortuna along with her vile henchman, Ruhk, run the show passing off  ordinary albeit sad animals as mythological creatures.  Mommy Fortuna’s magic allows people to see the unicorn for who she really is as well as one other creature, a Harpy.

A quest as we all know cannot end with the heroine in prison so enters the cursed wizard Schmedrick who seeing the unicorn’s plight rescues her.  She in turn rescues the other creatures trapped including the Harpy who takes revenge on Mommy Fortuna and Ruhk.  It is then that we learn not to run from an immortal creature it only attracts their attention. 

Along the way to find the other unicorns, we meet Molly Grue, a character who the author did not provide much background for, but was brought to life so beautiful by Tammy Grimmes in the movie that Peter Beagle was grateful to her. She is my favorite human character and reading her words in the graphic novel I was immediately reminded of the movie. Eventually, the trio makes it to the castle of King Haggard, who with the help of the Red Bull has driven the rest of the unicorns into the sea where they wait to return to the land.

Beagle created a classic tale which the movie brought to my generation and the graphic novel will bring to a new generation. The illustrations are truly beautiful and pay homage to the movie’s creations while bring in more of the original tales richness.  They are both detailed and captivating.  This is one book that will be finding its’ way into the hands of my nieces and nephews this Yule.

You can purchase the graphic book at Amazon  or at my a-store  in both hardback or for kindle formats. There is also a deluxe edition  which contains illustrations as well as an art gallery available.

The Ride Slows Down

The roller coaster hasn’t let me off, but I did manage to make my weekend writing goal and took a nice chunk out of this week’s goal in the same shot. It has slowed down a bit as I have been taking the time to breathe, rest and repeat.  One of my favorite author’s is on my kindle making me fall in love with her all over again.  When in doubt, read a book.

I may blue and riding on a runaway emotional roller coaster, but I think I finally see the end in sight.  My precious kitty boys are still looking for their buddy, Shadow, who passed away a week ago yesterday, have finally begun to settle down.

Shadow was as a friend said a noble kitty.  I have never seen a being die and will never forget his last moments. One moment his body was animate and the next it was just a husk.  The vet did all she could given how ill he was.  She let me hold him in a cream color blanket and I cried; cried like I have never cried before. This little creature whose life I was entrusted with was gone.  My heart broke that night.

Then came the sobering reality of death; something had to be done with his remains and their were charges to settled for his care.   I am so grateful for Jamie who came to make sure I was ok and got home safely and my Mom who is helping me bare the financial burden. Funny how we never think about the economic aspects of the death.

Until we are standing there being asked how to dispose of our love one’s remains. Cash or Charge, no checks, please.

Life goes on, no matter what we do.  And that is it’s beauty. It truly is.

Thank you …

Less than a year ago, I began this journey in writing.  I have grown through it and because of it; actually that part is inevitable, if I don’t continue to grown then I die.  And maybe that is the point.  As human beings we must never stop growing and learning.  Stopping is the end.

Thank you to everyone that has followed this blog.  Yesterday, I received word that 100 people have official followed the blog. It means a great deal to me that you have made the choice to follow me;  a bright stop in this very rainy day.

Thank you, again and always,

Lu

Once Upon A Time: Reborn (A Review)

Review of Murder of Crows

by Edward Medina

Available for the Kindle at Amazon.com

Once upon a time has been reborn and re-engineered to perfection with the latest offering of Edward Medina. Murder of Crows is a classic waiting for the rest of the world to realize it.  There is a lyrical quality to Medina’s work that carries the reader on an unbelievable journey from a hundred and fifty year old circus to a pirate captain haunted and bent on revenge. It is one of those tales that grabs you from the first page and doesn’t let you go until the end.

Since spoilers are just plain rotten here are a couple of carefully chosen excerpts from the book.

After that Belladonna became her own creation. She became whoever she needed to be, to get whatever she wanted. And when she wanted, she wanted with her whole being. Nothing could stop her blood lust once she fixed and focused on a desire.

She was her father’s daughter after all, and so the want began to wear at her mind, and she she want oh, so much. She wanted not to be poor, not to be hungry and not to be alone.

Belladonna is so deliciously wicked that she will worm her way into your mind. You don’t want to enjoy her escapades or smile at her cleverness, but you will.  Trust me, you will.

Old Otter Bizarre would be dead six months later. He would pass in his sleep on the night of Raul and Julia’s debut flight. It was a kind gift from death to a creature, who with his last official act, unknowingly become responsible for the death of so many.

Raul and Julia are the parents of Benjamin Nightthorn and acrobats in the circus. The King and Queen of the Aerial Arts gave birth to their prince.  A prince that would witness not only tragedy but rise from its ashes to fulfill part of his father’s great dream.

Just like any good circus this book is fun for all ages and genres.  Stream punk fans will love how subtly the steam elements are organically incorporated.  Pirate lovers will enjoy this first book in the birth of a grand sea tale.

It is a story that I fell in love with, but since I know the author I feared I might be bias so I passed the book on. First to my sister, a woman who is an avid reader, she loved it.  Then two of my students, they echoed her opinion. They were desperate for more of the story and sincerely wish Mr. Medina had a blog they could follow.  The best review came from one of my fellow teachers who couldn’t put the book down even during class.

Like one of the other reviews of this novel I would give it more than five stars if I could.. in this case, I think it would be a twenty-five star review.  Murder of Crows is the prologue for series of books called the Adventures of the X Pirates.   It promises to be dark progression of tales where Benjamin Nightthorn, the tortured hero of Crows, becomes the villain.

You can read more about Edward Medina at his website, Twitter and Facebook.

P.S. Don’t forget to buy the book… It is a bargain at only .99 cents.