Wet Sounds

16 Jun 19
Earth Ethos

I’ve written about ways to integrate earthing/grounding into everyday life, but what’s come up recently is how to take that to a deeper level through ritual or ceremony. If you are an immigrant, or your ancestors were within the last 7 generations, then your connection with land is energetically split between the land where you live, the […]

16 Jun 19
The Blues: A War Widow's Memoir

Shellback and Shamrock Drive I always worried and spit the phrase “What if” out of my mouth hourly, and concerns about everything would fester and grow inside my mind, feeding my butterflies and depleting time. If we had a few extra bucks, I listened for the van to make a noise. When everyone was healthy, […]

16 Jun 19
Loch Ness Marathon 2019

Day 1 So the day has started with news on the radio that there will be a months rain in 2 days over here in Croydon, what a start to the marathon training as this is perfect weather for Scotland. A lot of people get put off of by the bad weather, but someone once […]

16 Jun 19
The Reporter
WE went through this devastating heartbreak nearly 10 years ago, so I told myself it wouldn’t hurt as much. I was so painfully wrong. I told myself that with a little preparation, like deep breathing and swallowing hard and focusing on the good times we had, that when the time came, maybe I wouldn’t totally fall apart. I failed in that, too. Miserably. Since May 21, I lay about in shattered fragments. Our Sam is gone. My beautiful boy, Sambuca Giuseppe Rico, lay in our arms and closed his eyes for the last time as a morning breeze tousled his golden curls. Cancer, goddam evil cancer. A voracious, demonic alien appeared on his liver and raced through his innocent body, defying surgery. In no time he suffered too much, but he never let on; never made a sound. He just looked at us as if wondering why. The same way he curled up in my heart years ago, he looked at me, lowered his big head, slowly walked over to rest his muzzle on my knee, and let loose a deep sigh. He didn’t have the strength for his favorite move, a crotch muzzle nuzzle. I pray Sam has all the crotches he wants. * * * HE was born Thanksgiving Day in 2009. We had each other nine-and-a-half years. Readers shared our loss of Joe and the arrival of Sam. They followed his life adventures, and his misadventures with health. They asked about him constantly. With bad hips, a skin disease that vets said would be the end for any other dog; glaucoma and a disease that caused him to drool and, finally, goddam cancer. UC Davis vets knew Sam’s name, and all his issues. They also got a small taste of the infectious joy coursing through his veins; of the joy Sam shared with Lisa and me; the joy he spread over everyone. Damon, the route driver for his family’s Willard’s Cleaners, pulled up at our gate twice a week and looked for Sam to gallop up the driveway, hoping for a crotch nuzzle. He settled for rolling onto his back and inviting a belly rub. Our Sam owned the street, and he let dogs and people know it. His bark got a big wave from Recology drivers. He shouted out to every FedEx truck, hoping it was driver Randy; when he left a parcel on our porch, he placed a treat for Sam on top. Sam welcomed our mail carrier, Viana, knowing that I would hand him a piece of our expendable mail so he could prance to the house with an envelope in his mouth. And more treats, always more treats. A few days after we held Sam and said our teary goodbyes, a package came. It was a beautiful, framed testimonial from Viana, an inspirational verse surrounding photos she had taken of Sam over time, prancing and packing our mail. Every part of him was wagging. * * * SAMMY was a golden retriever that didn’t like to get his paws wet. I tried to coax him into our shallow pond, but no. I said: Let’s take him to the ocean to see if he’ll romp in the surf. He’d never seen it before. We went to a Bodega Bay beach. In no time, his big paws, and everything else, were sopping wet. Then he stood facing the setting sun, the Pacific breeze riffling his golden coat. He looked out at all that water, trying to figure: What the hell? I have wondered the same thing. Soon after, a vet called with test results. THIS may be the last telling of our beginnings. In 2009, we flew to L.A. and picked Sam out of a wriggling mass of pups. When I smelled his puppy breath and felt his wet nose in my ear I knew he was my boy. Too young to bring home, Lisa later flew Southwest to get him. He was small enough to fit under the seat in a zipper bag. At Security in Burbank, a TSA agent stopped the line; he wanted to hold the pup. Others did too, apologizing to those in line. They exclaimed: “That’s OK, so long as we get to hold him, too!” Welcome to Sam’s world. I realize this may not be easy to read because it’s so hard for me to write. I do it because I owe him this, and much more. My hope is that we gave Sam half the joy he gave us. It’s in that spirit that I hope this is read. I cannot find the words to say how much I miss him. But I know he knows. The author is the former publisher of The Reporter.
16 Jun 19
The Avengers Compound

Legacy: A Hawkeye Fanfic Series MasterlistPREVIOUS // Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader Word Count:  2322 Rating:  E Square filled:   @clintbartonbingo – Flirting, @marvelfluffbingo – pregnancy  Warnings:  Pregnancy, domestic abuse, post-endgame, angst, developing-relationship, hurt/comfort, smut, Laura and Clint have broken up.  Comic Clint/MCU Clint mix. Synopsis: Nothing is the same after the events of Endgame.  When Clint has […]

16 Jun 19
Peyton's Taiwan Travels

It’s Sunday. My clothes are just wet enough to be sticky, my fan is blowing the curtains in a hypnotic rhythm, my twinkle lights are on, and all I hear is the sound of cars pacing around on the newly wet ground. I went to the park to spend some time outside and read a […]

16 Jun 19
Hello, I'm Lily and I'm a recovering drug addict.

There are twenty rooms here. I know the sound of each individual door as it opens, each individuals footsteps, sleep patterns and, even their bathroom habits. I know that if a person comes in and out the front door in the space of five minutes they’ve scored just down the end of the road. I […]

16 Jun 19
News Archives Uk

10.50 clock BST10:50 4. about: India 16-0 (Rahul 2, Sharma 14) Hassan overtakes and Sharma plays the shot of the day, effortless pressure on the right side from four to the middle. Hassan hops back with a shorter ball that takes off and hits the bat. 10:48 BST10:48 3. over: India 11-0 (Rahul 1, Sharma […]

16 Jun 19
ZEAK OF THE SOUL

“DOGGERLAND” A novella by Jack Thomas   CHAPTER ONE   I awoke to a mountain haze, the colour of red phosphorus, sprinkled in sugar, like the icing that melts on a sticky oven-baked cake, coated with artificial chemicals. It felt hot, not immediately, but once I stood and turned to breathe in the mountainous air, […]

16 Jun 19
Absoludicrous

And as quickly as my trip to London seemed to bear down on me, it has ended. As you read this, I am (hopefully) on a plane headed home to the States. (Hopefully) I have claimed a window seat for myself on the 8-hour flight across the Atlantic, so I won’t be quite so nauseous […]

16 Jun 19
ROUGH CUT

This chaotically evocative thriller is a sensory, obscure look at a unit of child soldiers set on a faraway Columbian mountaintop.

16 Jun 19
Ally Nicole Creations

Everything is figure-out-able! We are so lucky! We have google, YouTube, Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter just to name a few. With so much free information available to us there are no excuses for not knowing how to do something. I was having a problem with my washing machine, it wouldn’t drain completely and my […]

16 Jun 19
How to do easily - Learn How to do Tasks Easily

Josh Hendrickson Smart plugs are a great way to automate your stupid devices, such as lamps, game consoles and coffeemakers. They also promise savings in energy and money. But will they save enough money to pay for themselves? Maybe eventually. Smart plugs are perfect for simple automation We love smart plugs because they are easy […]

16 Jun 19
Guacamole In My Hairbrush

We arrived in Lauterbrunnen on Wednesday to a misting rain and may a beeline for our AirBNB. Not because it was raining, but because it had a laundry room! Turns out 10 days of traveling plus all your stuff getting wet on a frequent basis makes for a stinky time. Our AirBNB was adorable and […]

16 Jun 19
The Fifth Dimension

It was a damp, depressing rainy evening. The incorrigible drops struck with undefeated resolve on the large window panes looking out onto a posh stretch of Park Street, a couple of blocks away from the once glamorous Trincas. Long meandering snakes of water intercepted each other on the glass panes, the chaos of their interactions […]

16 Jun 19
Whatsawhizzer Web Novels

Previous | Table of Contents | Next Lydia’s naked body looked amazing. Her breasts were perky. Her frame was small. Her tail was absolutely adorable. She had big ears that I just wanted to stroke. Even her pubic hair had a mixture of orange and black. She had revealed her naked body to me willingly. […]