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The Story is What’s Fun…in Photography or Otherwise

Jul12

We live out in the country, only 7 houses on about 2 miles stretch of road, and all around us are cornfields or wheat fields. Everyone has the usual kind of house, the usual yards, the usual everything…except for one.

Here’s the story. A man owned it and his wife died of cancer. He was grief-stricken and was riding one of his horses one day, was drunk, fell, and got caught somehow and was dragged to his death. It was days before anyone discovered his body.

We were told the grown kids moved in. And then the house was no longer like everyone elses. At first, I didn’t notice. And then one day, I saw trash piled up all over the front porch, the yard, the garage was filled with it. Despite that the house was way back off the road, it had become a hoarder’s house and was truly an eyesore.

Just the other day, I see a trailer filled with trash, and a small stuff mover, not sure what to call it, but it would lift all kinds of stuff, only it was mini-sized, most likely a rental. And I figured that the hoarders had left and someone was trying to clean out the house. Again, I drove by, and the trailer was gone, the occupants gone, the front door wide open, the garage door damaged and cocked, remaining up as much as it could be. And I wondered what happened?

Had they not paid their taxes? Gotten evicted? Someone reported them as a health hazard who lives next door to them? They died? What? And why would the whole place be left open like that? To air it out because they had died inside? I wish I had gotten pictures just for posterity sake, but I didn’t feel safe about doing something like that.

So I wonder what had happened. Some time I’ll ask my next door neighbor. He’s from Texas. He always has a story.

But here are a couple of pictures of my puppies that tell a story.

puppies playing (360x640) Here the puppies are playing. They have no clue I even exist. But as soon as I get my phone ready to take a picture, Max’s attention switches to me. Then Tanner has to see what Momma is up to. And as you can see, Tanner’s tail is a blur as he wags it at light speed. Do you know what happens next?

tanner turning (360x640)

Forget playing with each other, Mommy’s stopped working on her stories and now she’s going to play with us!

Do you ever take pictures that tell a story?

I’m off to work on edits and writing and exercise. Yesterday, not only did I get my word count goal in and editing of 6 chapters of the other book, I walked over 7 miles, AND I managed to take pictures! And that makes it the best of days ever.

More Reviews of SEAL Wolf Hunting

SEAL Wolf Hunting

SEAL Wolf Hunting

Yes!!! 5 Stars Great fun!
By Seanna Yeager on July 9, 2015
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Lori is not going to give Paul a chance, until he realizes that he is the leader of their pack and is needed at home. They are finally thrown together by a scheming grandmother’s plot to see her granddaughter settle down. They finally get together in this book, despite their situation. Plenty of suspense, heat and humor in this book. Great fun!

Was it his Lucky pink shirt?
By Dii TOP 500 REVIEWER on July 8, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition

Terry Spear always entertains, and one of her many talents is to create a series that never gets old. Even if you miss a book or two, (horrors) each book seems to stand on its own from start to finish. Not too dark, not too heavy, but filled with twists, side stories and romance, Ms. Spears assures that there is pure entertainment all the way.http://www.amazon.com/SEAL-Wolf-Hunting-Heart…/…/B00SS3PHLS/

Have a super great Sunday!

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Confessions of a Box Hoarder

Nov12

My dad hoarded nuts and bolts and such. He said that if he got rid of any of it, the one he got rid of would be just the one he needed for the job. He would pick up jars of bolts and the like at garage sales, just in case.

My mother loved nick-nacks.

Me? Boxes. No, I don’t love them. But like my dad, I need them. What I hate most of all is needing to ship a bunch of stuff and not having the right sized box for the job. So I collect boxes and recycle them, for the most part, though I had boxes I had bought years and years ago that I never used, and finally discovered them stored away and used them all up. They were perfect for my small bears so I went to Walmart to find some more in that size and they didn’t have any.

My Santa Sleigh

My Santa Sleigh

However, today is trash day, and I finally made a huge concession and got rid of tons of boxes that are too big to ship anything in, too heavy, and just plain not useable. Unlike hoarders that can’t part with their treasured possessions, I felt better getting rid of some of the clutter. And no, it’s not in huge piles in a room. They’re tucked away in an unusable space for much of anything else.

I will say that I took delight in not only cleaning out the storage space, but while I was hauling out the boxes, I witnessed the glorious stars, half moon, and the pink glow of the sunrise. What could have been nicer?

I read a romance about a woman who hoarded Christmas decorations–she collected broken ornaments even. She didn’t even have hardly any walk space to move around. She had boxes and boxes of ornaments, but she didn’t even have her Christmas decorations out to look at.

Then I was watching a cop show and they had discovered a house where three men were evicted, all of whom were cat hoarders. They had 50 cats in the house, some living in the walls! So between the cop and the humane society, they had to round up all the cats, and you can imagine how badly it smelled in that house.

When I was at Fort Hood, Texas, there was a case of a service member being deployed and his wife had to be evicted from base housing because she had 10 dogs in the house, and it was a total, filthy mess.

And when we lived in Florida, the woman who owned the stud dog (poodle) that we used with our female, had maybe 60 dogs. Now, except for the yipping, no one would ever know that she had tons of dogs in the house. They were all tiny toys, and most looked like puppies. She also had lots of puppies. She didn’t keep them in a kennel, and she was really fastidious.  I went into a house once, looking to buy, and the owners had kept 3 large dogs in one bedroom, and it smelled of dog. The breeder’s home didn’t. And her dogs were well loved, not like puppy mills. However, she wasn’t allowed to have that many dogs in the development. One day, her helper let all of the tiny toy poodles out into the backyard at the same time, and a police boat dropped by on the canal and the policemen thought all the puppies were so adorable. LOL If he had only known.

So she was a hoarder of tiny toy poodles.

Confession time! Do you hoard anything? Anything at all?

I think I’m hoarding manuscripts. I need to finish them up so I can send them off and start on new ones. Have a lovely VERY cold day!

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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