Scotties Toy Box

November 16, 2017

Out of what? A joke from a great lady friend. Hugs

Filed under: Funny Stuff, Jokes, Things I like — Scottie @ 19:02

A catholic priest and a Ra-bi are walking down the street when 10 year old boy passes by them. The priest says to the Ra-bi “Let’s go fuck that boy”.

To which the ra-bi exclaims “Out of what?!”

 

Hugs

November 1, 2017

19 Pictures of Big Cats Being Cute

Filed under: Animals, Funny Stuff, Things I like — Scottie @ 12:41

These big kitties are capable of looking just like our little kitties, adorable!

Source: 19 Pictures of Big Cats Being Cute

August 23, 2017

I agree. Free speech must be free for speech we hate as well as for speech we like. Otherwise we have no free speech for anyone.

Filed under: Bigotry, Ideas, meme, News, Reason, Things I like — Scottie @ 21:35

May 20, 2017

Charming and elegant

Filed under: Art, People I like, Stories, Things I like — Scottie @ 13:58

Charming and elegant

Being a working poet can take you into strange places. I’ve given poetry readings in some of the roughest bars in Port Naain as their proprietors sought respectability, increased trade, or merely a drop in the number of apparently aimless, drink fuelled, killings.

Yet I’ve also performed in some of the finest houses in the city and so can count as friends both the most cultured ladies and the thugs with the most battered faces. As you can imagine, whilst I might have my own opinions, it is not my role to act as judge. I have found both kindness and treachery in both high and low places.

Hence over the years the people I tend to treasure are those who have proved themselves to be genuinely decent human beings. By this I don’t just mean that they are kind to their poet, (which is indeed a trait to be encouraged). It’s when you go into a big house and notice that the servants are happy, that the younger maids are not trying to be invisible, and elderly staff who have been with the family a long time are still living in.

Similarly you’ll meet the scarred ruffian who the street children adore, and who cannot walk down a street without the older inhabitants stopping him for a chat.

These are people to be cherished when you find them. They are less common that you’d hope but there are more of them out there than cynicism would suggest. I’d mention the case of Mistress Darnel to illustrate what I mean.

Mistress was an elegant lady, tall with that sort of figure that is so often described as ‘boyish’. I don’t remember when she arrived at Port Naain.

Apparently she was born here, moved out to her family estates to nurse an elderly relative, and after their death moved back to the city. Given the length of time she was away she had to re-establish her circle of acquaintance.

She wasn’t a formal patron of mine, although I was asked to perform at her residence. It was one of the happy households; you could tell that the staff had a genuine affection for their mistress.

After performing there a couple of times I realised that it wasn’t merely the staff who were fond of her. She had a small circle of close friends including a couple of gentlemen admirers whom remained on good terms with her even after they married somebody else. But what really struck me was that there were also a changing group of young men and women who were part of her circle for a while. Falas Buttot the painter was virtually one of her household and one evening over a glass or two, the topic of Mistress Darnel came up in conversation. According to Falas, for a lot of young people, she was the adult they went to for advice over problems they didn’t feel they could burden their parents with.

Indeed occasionally I was drawn into the nets she wove. On several occasions I was asked to privately critique poetry. More than one young poet owes their career to her support and my occasional appraisals. More importantly, thanks to the tact of Mistress Darnel and my heroic efforts, poetry has been spared the attentions of any number of cloth-eared individuals who had no grasp of rhyme, rhythm, or even what certain of the words they were using meant.

I well remember when Mistress Darnel had her accident. It was one of those stupid things, she was walking down Lame Pauper’s Ginnel and further up the Ginnel some fool knocked over a pile of barrels. One of them, bounding down the steep hill, struck Mistress Darnel with some force. Her companion, a Mistress Virisia was luckily unhurt. She saw her friend’s broken body sprawled across the cobbles and immediately got help. Mistress Darnel was carried home on a door and doctors were summoned. Obviously nothing could be done that might delay medical examination; her clothes were removed with a knife.

Now as fate would have it, whilst this was happening I was at the house of my grandest patron, Mistress Bellin Hanchkillian. A fine lady of the old school, a pillar of Port Naain, indeed her family owned a fair chunk of it.

I was half way through my delivery when a middle aged lady carrying more weight than she should burst in and nearly collapsed at my feet. This is unusual enough to put me off my delivery.

The woman looked up at my patron and announced, “Mistress Darnel has had an accident and is now a man.”

My first thought was that it was one hell of an accident! I think others had the same thought. Finally after she got her breath back our informant elucidated.

“Mistress Darnel was stuck by a barrel. When the doctors stripped her to see what her injuries were they discovered she was a man who had been passing herself off as a woman.”

Mistress Hanchkillian could see the heads put together as people started to talk about this. She slowly stood up and immediately everybody fell silent.

Nobody wanted to miss her words of judgement.

“Pah, there are too many in this city attempting to pass themselves off as decent human beings.” Then she turned to me. “Master Steelyard, pray have my Sedan chair brought to the front door. I wish to call upon Mistress Darnel.”

I left at speed and by the time Mistress had arrived at her door, the Sedan chair and bearers were waiting. Two other ladies of some note were intent on accompanying her so there was a further wait as their chairs were called.

Finally with the three chairs ready Mistress Bellin leaned out of her window. “Pray accompany us Master Steelyard; one never knows when one might need a poet.”

It took perhaps half an hour for us to cover the distance to Mistress Darnel’s house. When we arrived, it was the housekeeper herself who admitted us. She looked suspiciously red-eyed and through a half closed door I caught a glimpse of a maid who was still weeping. We were shown into a bedroom where the victim lay propped up on pillows. She had recovered consciousness but looked distinctly pale and I suspected that she was in a lot of pain.

Mistress Virisia was still with her. She stood at the head of the bed next to her friend, as tense as if she were preparing to defend her.

Mistress Bellin never hesitated. She walked over to the bed, leaned down and kissed Mistress Darnel on the cheek.

“My dear girl, you really ought to take better care of yourself. How are you?”

The other two ladies also stepped forward and added their own gentle queries.

I saw Virisia relax, and she and I got chairs to allow the other three guests to sit around the bed. After half an hour they left, fearing to overtax the patient. As she stood up Mistress Bellin promised to visit again and insisted that when she was strong enough Mistress Darnel would dine with her. As I handed her into her Sedan chair, Mistress Bellin give me a brief smile.

“Thank you Tallis. I have no doubt that you have other things to do.”

Indeed I did, sometimes a poet is merely a witness, but a witness must testify.

 

 

It may be that you might not realise that Tallis Steelyard has just produced his second book of stories and anecdotes. This is book, ‘Tallis Steelyard, a harsh winter, and other stories,’ is available from the first of June.

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071LH1THB

 

 

Were Tallis less busy he’d doubtless remember to thank me, Jim Webster, for the efforts I make on his behalf. But you know what it is with someone like Tallis who is constantly in demand. So I just get on with writing his stuff down for him and from time to time making collections of his wit, wisdom and jumbled musings available for a grateful public.

 

Tallis does have a blog, it is apparently de rigueur now for all writers. It is available at

 

https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/

 

Riding in on his coattails I’ll merely mention that my own books can be seen at Jim Webster’s Amazon page https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jim-Webster/e/B009UT450I/

May 18, 2017

A Wonderful dazzling shining young lady. Chelsea Manning is a hero.

Filed under: History, Love, News, People I like, Political, Questions, Reason, Things I like — Scottie @ 18:24

I have never made a secret that I admire Chelsea Manning.   What she did took a heck of a lot of courage I doubt many would have had.   She showed the country what illegal acts our country  was doing.  We wouldn’t have known about the shooting of journalist and first medical responders.  She paid a huge horrible price for outing the crimes of the USA government.   Think of it, the ones who committed murder in Iraq never suffered a single thing.  Other illegal acts she exposed and again no one but her paid for it.   The torture she suffered at the hands of her own government is unthinkable.   Yes it was torture.  Legally we can’t do to prisoners what was done to her.  She twice tried to take her life, and I don’t blame her.  I am glad she is safe now, but facing what she faced, I can understand.   Think of the sexual abuse trauma she lives with.   I can’t recount all the things here such as her forced nudity because thinking of it is triggering me.   I think Chelsea should have been pardoned.   I hope in the future someone will do it.  I hope the country will hold her gratefully in their hearts.   For her courage and dedication I thank her, and wish I had a chance to know her.   Best wishes for you Chelsea.   May the rest of your days be filled with joy and happiness.   Hugs 

April 7, 2017

The lamentable fate of Antorious Glone.

Filed under: Ideas, Stories, Things I like — Scottie @ 10:48

I am fortunate to have found the home of these wonderful tales.  I enjoy the characters and the style.  The people seem alive and the situations in the town seems real, with delicious twists.   Please dive in, enjoy, and should you wish to read more, Tallis does indeed have a blog which may be found at https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/   .   Hugs

  

lamentable fate of Antorious Glone

The lamentable fate of Antorious Glone.

Some people are not the authors of their own misfortune, no matter what

gossips might infer. For a sad example of how one can fall, in spite of

their best efforts, I am indebted to Susan who reminded me of the poignant

tale of Antorious Glone.

Born of a good family, he received a reasonable education. Indeed in his

late teens he could have had his pick of any number of usurer’s offices; or

he would have been welcomed as a well bred asset in any lawyer’s

partnership.

Unfortunately he was an inherently decent person, and felt that this wasn’t

the life for him. His real craving was to be an actor. Obviously his family

put their foot down. Glones might marry chorus girls but they didn’t tread

the boards themselves. Not only that but his grandmother (who had been a

chorus girl,) was perceptive enough to realise that Antorious was not cut

out for the theatrical life. He rarely harboured a grudge and drank far too

little.

He might possibly have assuaged his urge to act with amateur dramatics. Here

again he was disqualified, predominantly by the fact that he was unmarried.

Apparently the majority of Port Naain’s amateur dramatic groups exist mainly

to provide their members opportunities for adultery. Who would have thought

it? It was therefore with a sinking heart that he contemplated his future.

It was purely by chance that he hit upon a possible profession. A young lady

of his acquaintance, having no beau of her own, and yet needing some male

companion to flaunt to an assembly of her peers, asked Antorious if he would

mind stepping up to the mark and assisting her in this matter. It was during

the evening that the answer came to him, and with the assistance of his

grateful female companion, he allowed word to spread that AG Associates

would provide a gentleman for escort purposes for an entirely reasonable

fee.

His business flourished. One elderly client would show him off as her

grandson, returned briefly to see her. Another lady needed a brother to

provide respectability and a chaperone when she attended the sick bed of her

lover. On one occasion he was paid to pester a young lady so that she could

beseech a specific young man to come to her aid.

With a wide variety of props, not merely clothes, but spectacles, false

moustaches and even temporarily applied sideburns of ridiculous bushiness,

Antorious could fill any role.

His business, already busy, really bloomed when they opened a trolley-way

extension. The trolley-way as such ran across Port Naain. A horse team would

pull a dray along a timber track, and such passengers as wished to travel

could do so in modest discomfort. Extending the trolley-way north took it

into countryside.

As usual there was the usual hysterical nonsense about advancing

technologies. Some wild-eyed loon from Klune appeared, ranting about boilers

and exploding steam. He was listened to with courtesy but managed to slip

away before he could be confined to the Lunatic Asylum. There was the usual

trickle of mages who promised to tow the trolley using captive demons or

golems. Bitter experience has taught the Council of Sinecurists that you can

take whatever sum these people quote, triple it, and that will probably

cover the damage they manage to inflict upon the city before you take the

project off them and just do it like we always do.

Still a longer journey and a more refined clientele demanded that

concessions be made to the comfort of the passengers. Thus the coach was

given a roof, seats and even windows that could be opened to allow both the

passage of air, and to allow those in need to expectorate through the gap.

The system worked well enough after a fashion, and in his various guises,

Antorious was a frequent traveller. Ladies wishing for an escort turned

immediately to him.

One client provided a new challenge. Apparently with the new mode of travel

came a new problem. Unaccompanied ladies were frequently engaged in

conversation by gentlemen. Now sometimes this was not a problem, if the

gentleman was courteous, interesting, good company and even prosperous, the

lady was willing to be distracted from her book. But not all men met these

high standards, and were generally considered a nuisance.

What made Antorious’s new commission such a challenge was the young lady in

question had travelled on the trolley-way a number of times, entirely

unaccompanied, and had not yet been approached in this manner. Indeed her

peers had noted this and had made cutting comments, insinuating that she was

so unattractive that nobody could be bothered making advances to her. So

Antorious was hired to make a nuisance of himself.

He set to work with a will, and the young lady appeared quite gratified by

his efforts, keeping her face grim and holding herself as the very model of

maidenly decorum.

Unfortunately among the other passengers on the train were a group of young

women (some might have called them girls) who watched Antorious’s

performance with considerable distaste. Then one of them, the younger sister

of a lady with whom Antorious was ‘walking out’ recognised him. Angry at

what she saw as his betrayal she led her comrades in the assault, as a

result of which Antorious, battered and bruised, was ejected via the window.

This, and the various ramifications and repercussions, broke him. He fled

south, joined the following of one of the local warlords and died in the

storming of Broken Keep.

His sole memorial is a small plaque on the trolley, which says simply,

‘Gentlemen are advised not to travel unaccompanied.’

*****

Should you wish to read more, Tallis does indeed have a blog which may be

found at

https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/

Also a collection of his various tales is even available for the discerning

to purchase in an ebook. It is available at

https://www.amazon.com/Tallis-Steelyard-shower-other-stories-ebook/dp/B01MRQFSGF/

March 28, 2017

Athletic young person . I was stunned. Wish I could have done this. Hugs

Filed under: Children, Health, Things I like — Scottie @ 20:37

Kid on sofa

March 25, 2017

You scratch my back, I will scratch yours. Hugs

Filed under: Animals, Children, Funny Stuff, Love, Things I like — Tags: , , , — Scottie @ 09:32

This is so sweet.   I love it.  Children and animals have a special connection, I know I did.  It will give you joyful memories to enjoy all your life.   Hugs

March 12, 2017

The way we treat others matters

Filed under: Ideas, Reason, Stories, Thanks, Things I like — Tags: , — Scottie @ 20:54

I had someone who I really care about send me the following story.   When I read it I had tears in my eyes.   I know for a fact that the way you are treated during the day can change your mood and how you react and deal with others.  This has happened to me some years ago while dealing with the public.  I would start in a good mood, and then encounter someone who was angry or disagreeable.   Then my own mood would sour.  Often if I was in a sour mood I would encounter someone happy and upbeat and I would catch the mood and adopt it also.   Now I try to be the upbeat happy person.  I want to be the one who helps other people have a good day.   I never want to be a stumbling block that prevents anyone having a good day.  I never want to cause anyone to have a bad mood.   I never want to hurt anyone.   I have codes I live my life by, we all do.  I have no desire to ruin someone’s day, so I try to never take my pain or problems out on someone else, I try to always be positive with others, I try to help any I meet that needs assistance if I can.  I treat others with respect.   Please keep this in mind when you read the following story.   Think of the people in your life when you read it.  Be well.  Hugs 

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

February 14, 2017

Happy Valentines day

Filed under: Love, My Life and Rants, Thanks, Things I like — Scottie @ 10:43

My wonderful loving husband worked last night.   This morning he stopped to get a few things for me.  I have to say he is so grand.  He treats me so well.   I am so happy.  I find I am happy and content in ways that grow deeper every day.  Ron and I are closer every day.  It stuns me that after 26 + years we are still so deeply in love.     Best wishes to all. Hugs

 

February 3, 2017

Tiny Fennec Fox Kit Born at Sydney’s Taronga Zoo – YouTube

Filed under: Animals, Funny videos, Nature, Things I like — Scottie @ 20:32

I love animals.  These are so cute.  I found them on this post https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2017/02/03/friday-fennec-fox-ftw/ and I thank Jerry for the joy these fast little critters gave me.  Hugs

TV 2 | All That We Share – YouTube

Filed under: Family, Ideas, Pictures, Questions, Reason, Things I like — Scottie @ 14:11

January 12, 2017

Melted Candle

Filed under: Ideas, My Life and Rants, Pictures, Things I like — Scottie @ 12:03

I am burning one of the candles I made and it melted down into a weird and wonderful shape.   I thought I would practice my photography using it.   I took some with the flash on, and some with the flash off.   Hope you enjoy them.  Hugs

Dragon box and ornaments

Filed under: Ideas, Love, My Life and Rants, Pictures, Talent, Thanks, Things I like — Scottie @ 12:00

We have a grand friend who is supremely talented and creative.   He has a wonderful way of making things.   He made me a cane and toy box for me, and he carved a plaque for Ron and I on our Marriage.   Today is the anniversary of our legal marriage and he sent us these awesome handmade gifts.   I don’t know how he does these intricate pieces.   He must have the world’s steadiest hands and the deepest level of patients.    Please note the dragon box that we can put an LED light in.  Those dragons are carved out of the piece of wood that surrounds them.  They are not cut out and glued in, he did them from one piece.   The same for the ornaments.   I am stunned at such a great gift.  I would have ruined so much wood trying to even get part of them correct.   Our friend has skill.   Hugs

December 7, 2016

Our outside lights

Filed under: Love, Magic, My Life and Rants, Things I like — Scottie @ 23:37

As I said before the whole delight of Christmas for me is the lights and decorations. This year Ron was forced to scale our outside  display back some.  But here is a few pictures he just brought me.  One thing everyone needs to understand , I can not hardly stand and can not set up these things.   The entire inside and outside decorations are done by Ron for me.  Hugs

 

December 6, 2016

For Jeff. Thank you for caring. Hugs

Filed under: Ideas, Love, Magic, My Life and Rants, Things I like — Scottie @ 15:25

Ron’s tree, Our Christmas

Filed under: Ideas, Love, Magic, My Life and Rants, News, Things I like — Scottie @ 15:09

I love the displays at christmas.  I love the lights.  I love the decorations.   I really don’t care about presents as I never really got much, and if it was anything good it was taken away.   I do love the lights and displays as the people I grew up with went all out.  They won yearly awards for the displays they put up.  Seems that they wanted the world to see how great they were, and so maybe they could hide the ugliness underneath.   Ron grew up in a large family of love and so christmas is special to him.  

When ron came to realize what the season meant to me and what I took the joy in, he switched from trying to give me presents to making the displays as wonderful as possible.   Even when money was short he made it grand.   No matter if we had a large home or when we lived in the RV he made sure it was decorated up.   Today that is what is most important to me.  I need no presents , even though I know he buys a few small things for me, because throughout the year if I want something , he gets it for me if he can.  The same as I do him.  I would rather have what we want or need when we need or want it than wait a whole year to get it after we no longer care or the need has passed.   But the displays are always appreciated and wonderful.  

Ron and I like nontraditional ornaments.   We often took trips to places where we could go to christmas shops to get the unusual or offbeat ornaments.   One of the greatest joys of our repeated trips to Busch Gardens theme park was to stop on the way out at the christmas shop and get a few ornaments for the next display.   Ron started setting all his stuff up right after thanksgiving but I wanted to get all the ornaments and things before posting his tree.  This really is Ron’s post.  His tree.   James came to me and said ” Ron really is proud of his tree” and I replied ” he deserves to be!”  I had ron take the photos as it is his tree and he deserves the credit.  He thought I should do it as he thinks I take them better.   I wanted this to be his, his moment to shine, his total triumph.   So we went over the pictures together and some we got rid of.  Some we kept.  Some are a bit blurry because Ron shakes a bit, but he did a great job trying hard to keep still.  Some we couldn’t get because they have globes around them that reflected every try to make them come out right.  This is just the tree, I will post the small display he did this year on the outside another time.  One year he did the whole yard for me, but this year he scaled it back as I can’t really go out much to see it.   So here is the wonderful tree my loving grand husband put up for me.  Two things I should mention.  We always try to get an ornament to represent the four legged tailed friends who have come into our lives, so that is the cat pictures and a few that represent what the meant to us not what they looked like.  We couldn’t find our greyhound ornament to show the greyhound we rescued.   Second all ornaments on the bottom and most on the first layer are made of materials that the cats can play with and not get hurt.  And they do.  We started this because if you see the black and white cat with wings ornament, that is George, a cat we rescued and he would every night take all the ornaments off the lower levels pile them up under the tree in a nice pile, in the morning Ron would go and put then all back.  Then the next night it would happen all over again.   Wonderful memories.  To see the pictures full size click on them.   Loves and  Hugs

November 25, 2016

Kathy Mattea – Where’ve You Been? – YouTube

Filed under: Family, Love, Questions, Reason, Songs and Music, Things I like — Scottie @ 20:45

I was distressed earlier,  and so rather than bother you with that I leave you with this great song.   Many hugs

November 24, 2016

I was going to post other cartoons but remembered the day. Thanks to those who helped me remember.

Filed under: Cartoons, Ideas, Things I like — Scottie @ 15:41

Dan Rather Just Demanded Americans Choose Sides Against Trump’s Nazis In Viral Post

Filed under: Ideas, News, opinion, Political, Reason, Things I like — Scottie @ 10:27

I want to thank https://cornfedcontessa.com/2016/11/22/httpoccupydemocrats-com20161122dan-rather-just-demanded-americans-choose-sides-trumps-nazis-viral-post/ for posting the link to this needed and inspiring post.  Hugs

What side will you choose?

Source: Dan Rather Just Demanded Americans Choose Sides Against Trump’s Nazis In Viral Post

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