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WIPpet Wednesday, August 31, 2016

WIPpet Wednesday

Hello Everyone,

It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering.  I am still working out of boxes, but the boxes are fewer than before, and I am not complaining. I am elated. Just hooked up my hp wireless printer, successfully.

           So, here goes for today:

  • What have I read?

I read In Praise of Lilith, by Susan Scott. The review goes up on my blogs, Amazon, Germany, and Goodreads on Friday. I’m still writing the review for Passion & Struggle. It has such an impact that I had to reread some chapters again.

What am I reading?

I am still reading PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrad.

  • What do I plan to read next?

The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.

My Snippet is composed of 19 paragraphs, give or take, minus 2. Sorry but my math is lousy this week. (Math. 20-16=4+8=12-31=19). Nineteen paragraphs that reveal one of the problems Daniel will confront some time in the future.

Background and summary: Phoebe has just left Kirk after finding out she will be working in the executive suite. She steps into the lift to go to her new working location and who would be inside riding up, Tammy Taylor.

                                             ***

Unfortunately, she wasn’t alone. Tammy Taylor was inside the lift.

“Late again, Phoebe?”

“Morning, Tammy,” Phoebe said, ignoring her question.

“Do you know the word punctuality?”

Phoebe looked away and turned to face the door ignoring her.

One of these days you’ll know how it feels to get four boys dressed and be on time,

“Or was it those brats of yours?”

Phoebe remained silent, continuing to ignore Tammy.

Just wait, my dear. Soon you’ll be taking care of those ‘brats’ yourself.

She hoped the seventh floor would come soon before she did Tammy bodily harm.

“Cat got your tongue?”

One, two, three, four, five… Keep counting Phoebe don’t let her know it bothers you.

“Start looking for another job cause when Daniel and I get married, you’re out of a here,” Tammy said.

The lift stopped, and Phoebe pushed the button and kept the doors from opening. She turned and gave Tammy her undivided attention.

“You have a problem, Tammy. If Daniel Cochran fires me, I’ll make sure that you and he live in hell. So try me. And furthermore, you need to get Daniel to ease your itch, or I'll ease it by putting my foot there, and he won't be able to touch you until the stitches are removed. So don't you ever let me hear you talking about my kids again."

Phoebe let go of the button, and the doors opened, and she stepped out first.

“Now you have a glorious, day, Ms. Tammy.”

She didn't even bother to look back at the woman she’d just threatened.

                                                            ***

That’s all, folks.

For those of you celebrating the holiday on Monday, Happy Labor Day!

And to all of you, I say,

Be safe. See you next week.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

Pat Garcia


WIPpet Wednesday, August 24, 2016

WIPpet Wednesday

Hello Everyone,

It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering.  I am working out of boxes, but I am not complaining. In fact, I am euphoric.

           So, here goes for today:

  • What have I read?

I am beta reading for a writer this week.

What am I reading?

I am still reading PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrad.

  • What do I plan to read next?

The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.

My Snippet is composed of 27 paragraphs. Sorry but my math is lousy this week. I wanted to do 32 (24+8) but that would have split up the confrontation between Phoebe and Tammy, so you only get 27 paragraphs.

Summary: Phoebe has agreed to cooperate with Daniel. The news and the reactions from the kids come later. It is the morning after, and she is now walking into the company.

                                                ***

If any of Phoebe’s friends had told her, that at the age of 52, she would be raising a racially mixed multicultural family, she would have dissolved all ties with them. But here she was, an African-American woman, with a family which consisted of four girls, Delia, a native Indian, Tasha an African-American, Cassie a Caucasian, Angie, mixed Vietnamese American, and four very Caucasian quadruplets who were the darlings of everyone who met them. Not to leave out Granny who Phoebe saved from ending her life. Since then, Granny has been living with Phoebe as the adopted Granny.

Some people considered Phoebe to be gullible, and others accounted it to her bleeding heart, but Phoebe didn’t pay attention to what other people thought. After her own disastrous relationship with Ken Daggers, her ex-boyfriend/boss she made a conscious decision to forget about herself and practice loving others.

As she walked up to the revolving doors to enter the building of Daniel Cochran Ltd, protecting her brood was on her mind. She headed toward the elevator to go up to the third floor to her open bay office, which contained six cubicles and Kirk’s office. When she got out of the elevator and looked toward her office, Kirk was standing in the doorway.

Now, what wrong?

“Good morning. You waiting for me?”

“Yes. Are you still speaking to me?”

“Yes, Kirk. Would you move out of the way, so I can enter.”

“You’re working in the executive suite until the merger has been completed.”

“Says who, and when was this decided?”

“Yesterday, at the marketing meeting. So much was going on that I forgot to tell you after you walked out of Daniel’s office.”

“Kirk, it’s not necessary that I work in the executive suite. I want to work here.”

“It’s necessary, Phoebe. Go up and report in and come down later to get your stuff.”

“Do I have any say in this?”

“Talk to Daniel. Maybe, he’ll change his mind.”

“Uh, Uh. So it was his suggestion?”

“No, actually, Maria suggested it. We’d begun discussing the estimates you prepared and who could be the potential project leader. Daniel suggested hiring an outside temp, when Maria said, ‘Boss why hire an outside temp for such a sensitive job when we can give it to Phoebe.’”

 “Oh, I see. So now Maria is meddling in my life too.”

“No one is meddling, Phoebe. She thinks you’re the best.”

“Forget it, Kirk. I’m a little bit sensitive this morning. This has been a week, and I’m glad it’s Friday. So what did our illustrious boss say?”

“Good idea, Daniel said, and since you weren’t there to object, it went through as a done deal.”

“Well, I’d better report in before he sends the police to find me. I’m already late. I’ll get my things later,” Phoebe said and turned to go back to the elevator.

“Phoebe Ward,” Kirk said, calling her by her full name. Something that she knew he never did unless he was worried about her.

“Yes, Kirk,” Phoebe said and turned to face him.

“No one will hurt you. I won’t allow it. You’re like a sister to me and Hannah, and our kids love you. If Daniel starts pushing you, come to me.”

The elevator arrived.

“I may have to test your confession one of these days,” she said and turned to get on the lift.

                                    ***

That’s all, Folks.

Until next Wednesday,

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia 2 August 13 2016

Pat Garcia


WIPpet Wednesday, August 17, 2016

WIPpet Wednesday
Hello Everyone,

It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering.  I am now in my newly renovated office, and it is a dream.

           So, here goes for today:

  • What have I read?

Passion & Struggle by John fioravanti. Book review coming soon on this book. I loved it.

What am I reading?

I am still reading PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrad.

  • What do I plan to read next?

The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.

                                                            ***

My snippet is composed of thirty seven paragraphs. Math: 17+20 = 37, which is the day of the month plus twenty the twenty in the year.

Summary: Phoebe, Granny, and Angie are having a small meeting before, Phoebe has a family meeting. She tells Granny and Angie that Daniel is the Quads’ father. Daniel has made a suggestion and Phoebe is now about to tell them what he suggested.

                                             ****

“He suggested that he and I sign an agreement to have co-custody of the Quads.”

“Phoebe, this is not a company we’re talking about. It’s the Quads.”

“I know, Granny, but I want you and Angie to listen to me first before you jump to conclusion.”

“So, how is this co-custody supposed to work, Phoebe?”

“We would both have equal say over the boys, and the boys would divide their time between his house and ours. He’s also willing to put that in writing.”

“I don’t trust that Boor,” Angie burst out. “He’s been so unfair to you.”

“Angie, I know that, but it doesn’t help me if I go stubborn.”

“Are you really considering his proposal?” Granny shouted.

“Listen, you two, I don’t have any other option. If I fight him for the Quads, I’ll lose, and I don’t want that. Think of what it will do to the Quads. Maybe now they’ll be on my side, but do you think they will see it that way when it time for them to do things with a father that I’ve robbed them of.”

“No,” said Angie, sadly. “I was going to tell you tonight that yesterday evening, Quad 1 was trying to figure out a way to find the man who gave up his sperm to his dead mother?”

“He what?”

“Yep, he thinks that he can make things better for you by making him pay child support.”

“Angie, how does he know all this?”

“Well, for one from some of those books that he’s been buying with his allowance and two, from the kids at the school he’s attending.”

“I should have known better than to put him in that school before he was seven- years-old. But he was bored at home. What do you do with a child genius?”

“Well, at least he doesn’t have to search anymore,” Granny said and burst out laughing.

“That’s not funny, Granny.”

“I couldn’t help it. Have you ever thought that this might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you? Now you can give Mr. Boor a taste of his own medicine.”

“How’s that?”

“He’s going to have to figure out how to get the boys to accept him,” Granny said.

“I haven’t told you all of it yet.”

“What else is there to tell?” Granny asked.

“He wants us to pave the way for him.”

“And I know you said No,” Granny said.

“No, I didn’t say No, Granny. I was thinking about the Quads. How do you think they will feel being left alone with him?” Phoebe said and turned to look at Angie. “Angie, have you forgotten how you felt when your parents’ families refused to give you a home after your mother and father died? Devastated, you didn’t want to live. So think about those four boys. It’s not just about us. It’s about four boys that love us dearly,” Phoebe said almost in tears.

“You’re right Phoebe,” Angie murmured. “If it had not been for you, I’d be lying six feet under. So what do we have to do?”

“We’ll have a family meeting after dinner, but I need you two on my side to pull this through, cause I don’t want any of the children to get the feeling that we’re about to be split up. I told Daniel, I need a week to get everyone mentally prepared. He’ll come to dinner when I say it’s okay. I also demanded he comes alone, and I asked him to get acquainted with the Quads first before he starts taking them around his girlfriend.”

“What girlfriend?” Angie and Granny asked at the same time.

“His girlfriend is Tammy Taylor.”

“You mean the Bitch that was telling you to get the hell out of the company when I visited you two months ago?” Granny asked.

“Yeah,” Phoebe said.

“Oh my, now I know a snake when I see one and that woman’s a snake. I wouldn’t trust her if she were standing right before me.”

“At first, she was a bitch, now you’re calling her a snake, but I understand. I don’t trust her either. According to the grapevine, they’re not far from the altar.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, but it’s in the grapevine.”

“So, the bottom line is that we have to learn how to be nice to Daniel Cochran,” Granny said.

“That’s it, Ladies, and I hope I’ve made the right decision for all concerned.”

                                                                        ***

That’s all folks.

Until next Wednesday,

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia 2 August 13 2016

Pat Garcia


The Garden by Pat Garcia

Gardens olga

 Genre: Mainstream/Literary

Preference: Full Critique,please.



The garden lay before my eyes, unkempt. The sight startled me. After many years of not being here, I’d returned and found how quickly things deteriorate when not lovingly taken care of.

The Garden and HouseAs I stood looking at the poverty that had befallen this once so beautiful proud garden, I wanted to cry.

 

 

The house in middle the gardenI regarded the rundown house; no longer the centerpiece of roses, carnations, lilies and yellow daisies.

Oh, how noble houses fall.

“What are you thinking, Linda?”

TheChildhoodtree“You see that tree?" I answered not quite knowing where to begin. “I used to climb it.”

Jordan laughed.

“And you’re still climbing trees.”

Chuckling along with him, I said, “Yes, at my age, I’m still climbing trees. So, we’re here.  What do you expect from me?”

Jordan was the one who had encouraged me to return here. My husband, lover, and friend for the last seven years. Even though much younger than I, he concerns himself more about my well-being than I do. My nightmares forced him to convince me to come back and face the demon that terrorizes me.

“I hope you'll appreciate your wealthy upbringing and let go,” Jordan said.

I regarded the garden surrounding the house in which I was born.  We are so different, Jordan and I, yet in many ways we are like homogenous barks linked together.

“I think you're fantasizing again. You’re not old enough to request I appreciate my upbringing. You weren’t there.”

“No, I wasn’t, but I love you. That alone gives me the right to help you reconcile with your past and let go.”

“Look who’s talking?  The babe among us.”

“Yes, the babe by ten years and yet your husband.”

The HouseI started walking around the old worn, weather-beaten building,  and I let my feet trample the green weeds. I didn’t ask Jordan to follow me; I didn’t hear his footsteps, but I felt his eyes on my back, observing, waiting for me to let go and cry my heart out as he followed me.

“That tree has been there for ages,” And I pointed at it.

The Garden 1 without house
“Maybe, it’s a good tree,” he said.

“Perhaps.”

“The green leaves are beautiful.”

“Yes, they are.  I used to hide in the branches and cry.”

“Would you like to cry now?”

My shoulders slumped downward. I was too overwhelmed to answer.

“Then come,” he said to me as he caught up with me and put his arms around my shoulders.  He stopped me from going further and embraced me. “Cry if you want. Cry out the pain.”

So standing within his arms, my tears fell. I looked up at my old friend, Mr. Tree, still standing regally; its branches toward the sky, and I cried.  I cried and said goodbye to my only dear friend. 

"It's alright, Darling, I know," Jordan whispered softly to me. "I've been this way before. Now you can heal."

Always protective of me, Jordan worries how I will react when he is taken away from me, suddenly.  My nightmares cause him to suffer. Secretiveness and danger come with his job and testify of the short life spans and intense loving relationships among their team members. Jordan finds the love he needs with me; it gives him freedom, and he smothers me with his tenderness. My nightmares have become infrequent. Strangely, only on times when he returns from whatever crisis he engaged in, the dream appears. He awakes me, and we  huddle together, giving each other support.  Jordan understands. Coming out of an orphanage, he knows the heartaches of rejection and the comfort of fleeing to a garden.

I sniffled.  Jordan lifted my chin and wiped my face with the handkerchief he took out of his jacket.

“Did you cry it all out?”

“Not sure, but I think so.”

I left the safety of his arms and walked up to my friend, Mr. Tree.  Before me lay the wide-opened space of the fields, no longer planted, a house decayed, and a deteriorated garden. They were once my secret cavern.

“Jordan?”

“Yes, Linda.”

The Field“That’s where I picked cotton.”

I heard him chuckle.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Are you kidding?” I hated it but I wanted to earn my own money, and I did.”

He burst into laughter, and I listened to his chuckles as I observed the field before me.

“Why did you insist we come here?” Intuitively, I felt he needed to tell me something that was urgently necessary.

Why did we have to fly across the ocean now?

“In two weeks, I fly.”

“How dangerous?”

“Dangerous enough for me to want you to be secure if you have to live without me.”

“Is that why you ask Gwendolyn to fly over from Scotland?”

He didn't answer.

“Ah, I see…”  Not able to finish my thought, I went to him and let him wrap his arms around me.  Between the two of us, Jordan is the sensible one. His emotions erupt only when we are alone, loving each other.

“How long?”

“It could be three months or forever.”

“I see.”

“You know what I love about you, Linda?”

“Yes, but you may tell me again."

“Your ability to give me the warmth and the distance I need. I'll always come running back to you. You understand my need for these impossible missions. You alone make it possible for me to have both.”

The Old Garage ShedI gazed at the old garage shed, at the weed-covered field, and the weeded garden growing up and covering the porch as it pushed its way into the house.

“I've seen enough. It's where I am now in my life that counts.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.  Let's go home. Two weeks, you say? Then, let's enjoy our present moments.”

---

 

Thank you for visiting, and I hope you enjoyed my story. 

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia April 4 2016

Pat Garcia


WIPpet Wednesday, August 10, 2016

WIPpet Wednesday
It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering.  I am now in my newly renovated office, and it is a dream.

           So, here goes for today:

  • What have I read?

Vincent Lombardi, TOUGHNESS, by Fritz Knapp and That First Season by John Eisenberg.

What am I reading?

I am still reading PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I have started reading Passion and Struggle in The Genesis Saga by John Fioravanti, and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrads.

  • What do I plan to read next?

The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.

***

My Snippet consists of eighteen paragraphs. (10 + 8= 18)

Background summary: We left off with Phoebe telling Angie to go get Granny and she could share her lateness getting home with the both of them before they had a family meeting. We’re still in chapter seven and continuing onward.

***

Angie ran upstairs to Granny’s room. Phoebe went into the kitchen to make herself a nice hot cup of Earl Grey. So many thoughts bombarded her mind.

I don’t even know where to start.

     She thought about how they had come together and united into a nucleus where they stood for each. When they started living together rivalry, mistrust, and of course, the scars from the children’s and granny’s past had threatened to destroy her vision of family unification. However, her perseverance had paid off. They had conquered every obstacle. Granny, the oldest member of the clan, was a substitute Grandmother for the kids and substitute mother for her.

     “How am I going to explain to them what’s happened,” Phoebe murmured softly.

    “Why don’t you just let it out, Child?” Granny said walking into the kitchen with Angie tailing her.

     “Hi, Granny.”

     “What’s going on, Child?” Granny asked.

     Knowing, Granny hated stalling, Phoebe decided to jump into the subject head on without padding the situation.

   “Daniel Cochran is the father of the Quads.”

   “What did you say?” Angie shouted.

   “Daniel Cochran is the father of the Quads.”

   “This has got to be a nightmare,” Both Granny and Angie mumbled at the same time.

   “I wish it were,” Phoebe said, “But it’s not.”

   Granny sat down at the large reddish-brown mahogany table. Quietly she considered Phoebe’s announcement.

   “Want a hot cup of Earl Grey, Granny?” Phoebe asked.

   “Yes, Child. I need one after that announcement. Put a little rum in it. So, What did you do when he told you, walk out?”

   “No. I did the most unlikely thing that I’ve ever done in my life. I fainted, and after I had come to myself again, we talked.”

   “And what did we talk about?” Granny asked.

   “About his suggestion.”

   “What kind of suggestion?” Granny asked.

***

That’s all, folks.

See you next week.

Shalom aleichem,

PatGarciaBW

Pat Garcia


WIPpet Wednesday, August 3, 2016

WIPpet Wednesday

It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering.  The workers started Monday. I say Hallelujah! They are hoping to be finished by Friday. I see myself sleeping in my office just to get used to the fact that I have it back again. I am so thankful.

            It is time for me to share the books I have read, what I'm reading, and what I plan to read in the future and my WIPpet for this week.

So, here goes:

  • What have I read?

Think Like A Warrior by Darrin Donnelly. I am so happy that I found this little gem of a book. It came when I needed encouragement.

What am I reading?

I am still reading PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I have started reading That First Season by John Eisenberg. (I am a Vince Lombardi Fan and love reading about how he got through his tough times.), and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrads.

  • What do I plan to read next?

The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.

Summary: This week I have taken a snippet out of Chapter Seven. Daniel and Phoebe have had a talk in his office. Now, Phoebe is getting ready to inform Angie and Granny. By the way, Angie calls Daniel a Boor because she and Granny know about Daniel’s treatment toward Phoebe. Also, Granny is not Phoebe’s Grandmother. She is another woman that Phoebe helped through life. So, you see, Phoebe has a nurturing streak that puts others above thinking about herself. Just a little background to refresh your memories. Phoebe is raising eight adopted children. Four of the children are girls, and the other four are boys of which she has legal guardianship. The quadruplets are extremely intelligent Phoebe had not planned on adopting quadruplets. A woman that she befriended left her in charge of her boys after she found out she was dying. The woman had been Daniel’s girlfriend. Phoebe doesn’t know that. Daniel did not know about the boys. Shirley sent him a letter, but he fell out of a mail basket in the mailroom and got stuck under a bookshelf and was discovered only recently when the bookshelf had to be replaced.

My math count. 3 +20-1 = 22 (day plus first two number in the year, 20 + minus 1)

Phoebe paid the taxi driver and hurriedly walked to her front door; Angie stood there, waiting.

"Why are you home early? And why are you coming home in a taxi? You told me you were going to be late."

"Well, I'm home," Phoebe said and went into the living room.

"What's happened? Has Mr. Boor attacked you again?" Angie said, following her.

"One minute, honey, let me get in the house."

"Sorry about that. I saw the taxi drive up and you getting out, and I got worried again."

"I hear Quad 3 playing his drums but where's the rest?"

"Quad 4 is playing piano under Cassie's Tutelage, Quad 2 is reading to Tasha, and Delia's upstairs doing her research paper for her Biology class."

"And where's Quad 1?"

"Sitting at the desk in your home office playing lawyer."

"That kid's too smart. His whiz is disturbing."

"I know. He's already questioned me about yesterday evening."

"Oh, he has." 

"Says it his responsibility to protect you."

Phoebe began chuckling at her son's adamancy."

"Between his intellect and Quad 3's virtuoso abilities, my hands are tied. Not to mention Quad 2 and 4. All four of them are wizards. Is Granny home?"

"Yep. She's been waiting for you too. Quad 1 cross-examined her about last night too."

Poor Granny," Phoebe said. Her voice dropped, and a shadow of sadness fell across her face.

"What's wrong, Phoebe?"

"Let's go in the kitchen Little One, and I'll inform you."

"It must be bad because you never call me Little One unless something's wrong."

"Maybe, you should get Granny, first. Both of you need to hear this before we call a family meeting."

***

That’s all folks.

Until next Wednesday,

Shalom aleichem,

PatGarciaBW

Pat Garcia