YouTube – Handstands to Bruises by Chairlift with Tara Stiles

Get up and dance to this youtube post that I think you missed when i first posted it 😎🌻

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I love this youtube video, fun, cheerful, musical and different. I don’t know either the group or song but it’s cool (and I’m ancient).

Do you love the music ?

Not ready to try handstands on concrete in New York but an upbeat, fun, video ~ I’d give this a ten! I think it is so cool that people make their own videos, add music and are so darn creative.  I bet you will start to jive to the music if you listen/watch it twice!

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Just Standing there – Part 4

These short stories are all located in the Category- Just being creative. You can pick this category by going to the menu on the right.

I sincerely hope you read them all and follow along and provide your comments.

If you want to start from the beginning click here 

When we last left Allan and Mary,  they are sitting in separate cars, and had unknowingly parked alongside each other at the lakeside.  They both enjoy the Classic radio station and singing along with the radio.  Glancing to the side they discover they are both singing along to the identical song.  Each of them is curious about the other, but so far they have only made eye contact.

img_2243-effectsAllan stopped singing, an impossibly huge grin on his face.  Seizing the moment, despite his normal hesitancy,  he exited his car and circled behind to approach her driver door.

Mary’s heart was pounding, and she forgot to breathe when she saw Allan heading over to her car door. Not wanting to be craning her neck, she exited her car and stood between the cars and waited for Allan.

“I’m Allan, I saw you in the boat the other day and was hoping to actually meet you”, he smiled again “and here you are!”

“I remember you Allan, nice to meet you in person”, Mary smiled, but tried to be cool and not reveal just how glad she was to meet him.

“I see we like the same music, would you like to join me, or can I join you?”  smile, smile?

Awkwardly they agreed Allan would join her in her gold Chevy. Soon with the music playing, they relaxed and 20 minutes disappeared as they talked about songs, the lake, and tried on eye contact with each other, each heart silently pounding.

Soon Mary sneakily asked about his girlfriend.  He responded he had none, and a big check mark went off in Mary’s mind.  Of course, Allan was then open to ask her about her boyfriend, and he signed silently when she said there was no such person.

Trying to be cool, and silently hating herself for it, she said she had to go. Allan was disappointed but bold enough to ask for her phone number and if they could meet again and he would bring her non-fat latte and this time they could sit on one of the benches along the lakeshore walkway. They exchanged numbers, suppressing the grins.

They settled on meeting two days, 7 pm and chose the spot, Mary trying not to seem anxious but knew she was going to burst with excitement as soon as he drove away.

Allan shook her hand, smiled and left her car.

Mary backed up and left him Just Standing There, but with great satisfaction she saw him watching her in the rear view mirror.

Allan climbed into his car, and turned on the radio – Crocodile Rock by Elton John was starting.  He laughed at the lyrics when it came to the gold chevy, just like Mary drove 🙂

I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own

But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

Thanks for reading, I hope you are enjoying my story about Allan and Mary.  Comments and suggestions always welcome. 

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Not the usual Hero


I have tried to start a routine of beginning my day with a bike ride for about 45 minutes. The evenings cool off and the mornings are the perfect temperature with the added bonus of peace and quiet.

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Okanagan lake, north end of Penticton

I am not getting up with the sun, I just head out for a ride somewhere between 6:30 to 7:00. It’s surprising how few people are active, and how wide open the streets are. Fortunately I ride mostly side streets and along paths which are car free zones.

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Okanagan Lake winter scene, statues of children playing

It’s the wild and crazy life of retirement, living in a small town. As I sit here typing in my back yard, there is a male and female deer standing 20 feet away under my cherry tree. They are actually washing each other which I haven’t observed before. They are fairly relaxed. Soon they will jump a fence and mosey on, but I know they will return. The male has young fuzzy antlers about 18 inches long, and big ears that swivel. Cute, but I hope they snack on raspberries and leave my tomatoes alone.

The last few days have had lots of moments like this, watching quail from this spot and their dozen or so of tiny cheeping offspring. The feet of them are a just a blur as they run along.

My little city of Penticton is small but it has everything, and being able to ride to two lakes (one at either end of town) is pretty cool. The closest lake, Skaha lake is just a few minutes away, less than two kilometres. The farthest lake, Okanagan lake, is about 7 kilometres and I can cycle there in about 20 minutes without working too hard. Click here to see a website about my little city.

My exercise benefit this morning was erased completely as when I returned home, I made blueberry pancakes for everyone. Everyone loved them, but I guess I made a few too many, so when everyone else stopped eating there were a few left.

I stepped forward, in true Superhero style, to save the day, and finished off those blueberry pancakes, after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day !

At this point my son with his usual humor cracked “not all heroes wear capes!”

That wit sparked my smile and this post.
Thanks for reading, comments welcome. Big thanks to the readers who follow me regularly, I appreciate it.

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A Summer Fling

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Just Standing there – Part 3

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Alan was feeling a little unsettled after the last time he saw the mystery girl, like he had forgotten something and it was just at the edge of his consciousness.  He was vaguely aware he had dreamed about the campfire night when he had first noticed her.  He couldn’t remember any details of course but seeing her in the ski boat, and then singing in the car had reinforced his desire to actually talk to her.

img_1483Mary was surprised with herself.  Not that long ago, she had broken up with her boyfriend,  what had seemed heartbreaking two weeks ago had faded into meaninglessness when she noticed she was being noticed at the campfire.

She had even daydreamed about the stranger, which gave her a small smile.

Every city of any size has a “Classic Radio” channel in which the soul and rock and roll hits of the 60’s and 70’s dominate.   No Wolf-man Jack (click to learn more) on the radio, but the songs and the lyrics were to Alan and Mary (albeit unknowingly to each other) a common interest they shared.

But that changed on Saturday, the unknowing part. 

Saturday both Alan and Mary were enjoying the day off, separately of course.  Along the lake was a walkway,  benches and parking spots ideal for looking up the lake while singing along with classic songs and people watching.

Mary parked her gold Chevy along the lake and took no notice of the cars on either side of her.  She was thinking about her decaf non-fat latte and rolling down her windows to enjoy the lake breeze.  Of course, she turned on the classic radio station to enjoy.

Alan returned to his car,  parked beside Mary’s gold Chevy,  mainly concentrating on his ice cold water and the smell of buttery popcorn.  He didn’t want butter stains on the seats.  Windows down, he turned on the classic radio station to enjoy along with the lake view.

img_1830-effectsMusic filled the air in Alan’s Honda, and Mary’s Chevy;  the exact same music and song. Drift Away (Dobie Gray)

Day after day I’m more confused
Yet I look for the light in the pouring rain
You know that’s a game that I hate to lose
I’m feelin’ the strain, ain’t it a shame

Drift Away (Dobie Gray) – Alan and Mary’s ideal song for singing along with, especially on beautiful day, along the lake.

Ideal to sing along with.   Ideal to meet someone also just standing there. 

nm4Singing along to the song,  Alan gazed to his right at precisely the same moment that Mary (also singing along to the song) gazed to her left.

Oh, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Beginning to think that I’m wastin’ time
I don’t understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
So I’m countin’ on you to carry me through
Oh, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me

Instantly they recognized that they were singing the same song, and both faces lit up with warm bright smiles.   

The exact same thought springs to their minds – Now they have to meet!

Part 3 of this story,  I hope you enjoyed it and want to see what happens next. 🙂 David 

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Just Standing There – Part Two

This is part two, see part one by  clicking here. 

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In the movies, couples destined to be together have no obstacles, but real life wasn’t that way, or at least not for Alan and Mary.

After that first glance, Alan stood there in the flickering campfire light, still looking at Mary; the campfire light flickered and her face was lit up, and he thought to himself “She has warm, eyes and a face used to laughing“.  He didn’t want to stare in case she caught him and thought he was some creep, so he deliberately and reluctantly looked away.

Of course, Mary had noticed Alan,  but didn’t know who he was. Not bold enough to approach him, she left the campfire to find one of her girlfriends, and possibly learn more and discreetly.   Alan lost her in the darkness and then had to leave, because he had come with a ride.  He was feeling a little frustrated and helpless.

Mary couldn’t find anyone who knew the stranger (Alan),  and had just worked up the courage to find him and introduce herself and then learned he was gone.  She felt a little frustrated just standing there.

Neither of them knew when their paths would cross again, or if they would.  In the movies the viewer would anticipate their next meeting but for the real Alan and Mary, they had no idea, but neither was there regret. Mostly a sense of wondering, “I wonder if…”

lifesaver candyBut destiny would cause their paths to almost cross two more times in the next seven days.

The first time was on Tuesday. It was hot, so Alan went down to find a breeze on his noon break. Alan was standing along the river the very next day, and Mary zoomed by him sitting in a ski boat just 20 yards away. Alan noticed her big smile, and a white swimsuit.

Alan recognized her, and wanted to wave but realized he was a stranger.  Mary recognized him and even partially raised her arm to wave,  but stopped herself, consoling herself by beaming a big smile at him from under her sunglasses.  Alan was stunned, stunned and pleased but she was gone before he could react.  Mary looked back and wondered again who he was, and this time she wondered if he was taken.

The second time was Friday and Mary was driving, and as usual had just enough time to get to work, maybe.  Alan saw her and he was on the sidewalk, she was waiting for the light to change in the center lane.  Mary was listening to the radio, loudly and singing along with a huge smile.

Alan could see her singing and his face lit up in a grin. He found himself wondering about her voice but already knew he had something in common with her – he sang along with the radio precisely like she did.

Then she was gone and he was left, stuck,  and just standing there.

sweet 2But now he was smiling, and he was even more a believer. 

Idly, he wondered why he was smiling when he hadn’t even spoken to her yet.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone else but not for me

Love was out to get me

That’s the way it seemed. _ I’m a Believer (The Monkees)

If you want to jump to part 3 of this story, click here

Thanks to reader encouragement, I’ve added another installment of this story. I hope you like it. 🙂 

Photos are from the internet but I don’t know whom to credit for the Lifesavers, or Kermit ones

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