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Flash Fiction – 6th Ed.

Posted in Flash Fiction, Writing with tags , , , , , on September 10, 2014 by BrainRants

My first glance at the photo prompt left me without much inspiration today, but then the odd part of me took over.  Funny how the mind jumps into Continue reading

Christmas Rant: Letter To The Fat Man

Posted in Humor, Random, Rant with tags , , , , , , , on December 25, 2011 by BrainRants

This is also an addition to my series on Christmas. I figured so many other bloggers were doing this, I had to jump on the bandwagon – Continue reading

The Rant Shop

Posted in Awesome, Family, Home, Humor with tags , , , , on November 6, 2011 by BrainRants

Okay, this is not where I actually craft my rants. To be honest, I was struggling for something to write about, and I thought my small room in the basement where I work on stuff (non-digital) would be an interesting topic. I have constructed, destructed, repaired and restored many things …more Rant Shop…

AutoTopic: Describe Your Ideal Saturday Night

Posted in AutoTopic, Awesome, Family, Home, Humor with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2011 by BrainRants

Ha!  Ok you asked for it, Mr. WordPress autotopic generator.  My Ideal Saturday Night occurs sometime in the future, so I suppose this will be my first published Science Fiction.  I think it will look a lot like this when if it happens:

I am surveying my small kingdom from my front porch with a beer snuggled into a coozie in hand.  The evening air is cool but not uncomfortable in the days of a warm fall.  The setting sun is setting the turning leaves of the hardwoods firey colors, punctuated by the pines.  I reflect on the Awesome Day I’ve just completed.  It began well after finishing off my 11,578th BrainRant post for my virtual army of fans.  Afterward, I woke Di with a warm cup of coffee and a kiss, then slipped quietly out to the woodshop as she snuggled deeper into the covers.  In the shop, wrapped in the aroma of sawdust, turpentine, and varnish, I expertly finish off another masterpiece of Arts and Crafts furniture to complete our home’s complement.  As I sweep up the wood dust I think what a lucky man I am that in spite of the hours I absent myself in here, Di remains supportive and enthusiastic about the works I generate.

I close the shop and decide, on a whim, to mow the yard a day early.  Fortuitously, Di waves from the back railing with her coffee – I will not awaken her with the mower.  I move from woodworking Zen to lawn care Zen, mowing, edging, and weeding where needed.  I finish and smilingly present Di a heavy basket of fresh garden produce, likely the last of the season.  I munch down some delicious leftovers and set out tonight’s steaks to thaw for later grilling.  I prepare to shower when Di asks me to fetch the mail, and I do so buck naked, just because I can, and because I live so far off paved roads that this behavior is undetectable.  I find a few bills and the inevitable junk mail among the royalty checks for my books and the payments for my highly-sought works of furniture art.  I toss these on the pile for whenever I get around to it.

After making myself smell good with a shower, I take some time to read.  Di tells me the kids are coming over for a visit, and we’re overjoyed.  I help her straighten and prepare the spare bedrooms, and dig out some sleeping bags.  As the afternoon sun gets richer and the shadows lengthen, I fire up the grill as first one and then another car arrives.  Our daughters, finally getting time off from their hectic but well-paying, successful careers, follow the shouting, running, energetic pack of grandkids that are about to wet their pants in excitement over visiting Granddad and Grandmom.  My equally-successful and well-paid sons-in-law greet me with smiles and I remark that they really can stop calling me ‘sir’ after all these years.

After a great dinner, my son calls from somewhere in the world – busy at his latest project but planning on dropping in next month.  I go to the kitchen and find our offspring and great-offspring have cleaned the kitchen.  Before joining everyone for a movie, I pull one last beer from the refrigerator and head outside…

Like I said, probably fiction, but I can always hope.