No Two are the Same.

Middletown, Rhode Island sunrise.

The air is cool and the birds are waking up, singing their happiest tune. They flitter from rooftop to rooftop.

Slowly, the tip of the bright, round orb appears. A fully dressed, perfect twenty-something couple walks, then stops in front of the hotel next to my Dad’s apartment. They probably had just gone out for coffee and are staying somewhere along this tourist strip. Luckily, they got quiet.

My son and I are here for four days, staying with my dad in his small, minimalist apartment in a tourist area that is just a walk from the beach. He took us on a sailboat yesterday. Minus 20 minutes of queasiness , it was beautiful and awesome. Add to that the fact that I met today’s goal: waking up to see a strange sunrise. It is not just new, for every sunrise is new. It is strange, as it is occurring in a place I’ve never been and a spot where I’ve never sat before. Sure, I’ve been to RI, but I missed the sunrise, and I certainly never sat on this stoop before!

I can’t tell you this sunrise is better than those back home, since I usually drive to the beach for sunrise. It adds an element of color and vastness you just don’t see surrounded by buildings. However, in this island/inlet area, the beach near us is in the direction of the South. So what do you get? A totally different sunrise experience, and that is just what I wanted.

Every sunrise is unique to its area, like its own fingerprint, in a sense. This leads in to one of my bucket list goals: to observe the sunrise in 50 different cities. Before today, I had achieved maybe 4 cities. (Yeah, I came about this goal in the last two years). I’m happy to say I achieved this leg of the goal, and I can’t wait to see what’s next!

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In and Out of Sync. #FFfAW #FlashFiction

Photo credit @wildverbs

Jody would not take his young eyes off of the sky.  Birds were flying in perfect sync.

“Birds are very intelligent,” Jody said, squinting.  He was quite a prodigy himself.  “I don’t know how they learn to fly so perfectly in sync with each other.”

“Amazing, huh?”  I chuckled.

Just then, one of them squawked.  Severals others called back.  “They’re talking to each other,” Jody cried excitedly.

Speechless, I stared at the sky.

“He said there’s a fire.  The leader, he said….”

From the east there appeared a dark column of smoke.  Did Jody actually see that before me, or was he right about these darn birds?

“We have to go back, Jody.  The birds will be alright.”

“I know,” he replied with his head down, turning with me to head home.

~131 words

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Weekend Coffee Share. Feels Like Summer!

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Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at eclecticali.wordpress.com!  I’ve been relaxing, creating book graphics, and planning content for the Detours in Time Facebook page.  The blog tour for Undercurrents in Time is in full swing again this week!  Todays excerpt is at https://musingsfromanaddictedreader.wordpress.com/2018/07/09/book-tour-undercurrents-in-time-by-pamela-schloesser-canepa/  Visit, read the excerpt and enter the Rafflecopter for a giftcard!  By the way, you won’t believe what Tabitha gets herself into…  On the book topic, I now have a series page for Detours in Time, since they are now a twosome!  You can see it here on Amazon:  Detours in Time series . Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting my local independent bookstore, The Book Nook, and dropping off some of my new books for sale!  I love visiting the store as a reader and an author!

This week, I wrote an autobiographical piece that came out of a fleeting memory, of a first job I didn’t know how to handle:   https://pamelascanepa.wordpress.com/2018/07/09/stupid-s-i-did-when-i-was-young-the-80s/

Honestly, it was more of a learning experience, and those are important.  I also wrote a flash fiction piece focusing on the perspective of a teen boy: Magical Afternoon

By the way, yesterday, I spent hours making reading progress on two books, and Saturday night I enjoyed watching Netflix.  It is general laziness, but my mind was enjoying it!

Later this week, my son and I will be getting on a plane to go and visit my father in Rhode Island.  I haven’t flown in 5 years!  It’s okay, I am bringing lots of reading material, the best drug there is.  “Feed your head,” she said, in that famous White Rabbit song…  At any rate, we have been to RI before and found it quite beautiful.  I can’t wait to take lots of pictures and share them!  I don’t se my dad enough, and he and my son are not very close, but I think the sights will be a relaxing thing for my son and myself.  I can talk to a wall, that is no issue, and my son doesn’t talk much anyhow, but I want them to get along.

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Thanks to Allison for hosting the coffee shares! I am getting later with my entries, as I seem to forget what day it is during the summer-time.  Have a great week, everyone!

Stupid S!*%# I Did When I was Young. The 80s.

Moon Landing Buzz Aldrin America 1969 Flag Photo credit, Pixabay.

As an avid member of the MTV generation, I saw this sort of image every night.

It was somewhere between 1983 and 1984.  I was fifteen and landed a steady, or, quite regular, babysitting job.  I mean, it was every night and sometimes on the weekends, too.  This couple lived in our apartment complex and had two or three kids.  Yeah, I’m hazy on whether or not there were two brothers, because the one or two of them presented very little problem except once, however, there was also a little girl who still wet the bed and had a pile of dirty clothes in her closet.  These two parents were very busy.

The mother was pretty with dyed blonde hair, and she dressed well.  She worked in retail, you see.  That meant working several nights and weekends.  Her only issue was not being in shape.  The little girl told me someone compared her mom to Santa Claus.  She was also a cheery woman; I liked that.  But the pile of smelly laundry in her daughter’s room bothered me.  Mind you, many of us in that neighborhood had to go to the laundromat to do laundry.  Her daughter was no trouble and very sweet, she just wanted a lot of attention.  Mom worked a lot.

The father was some sort of adjunct professor at night and may have also had a day job; I am not sure.  He also was sometimes gone on weekends; I don’t know why.  I did not find him attractive at all, and he was fairly quiet, and, in my opinion, seemed a little lecherous.  Though that could have been my teenage imagination.  I remember one time I had an out of town relative visiting and had to babysit that Saturday morning.  Expecting to go home at noon and have lunch out with my family made me quite miffed when the dad got back around 3:00 p.m.  He stopped at a store after work to buy a stereo.  I felt like this baby-sitting assignment was taking over my life, but I stuck around for the money.  After all, I just had to be there, the kids went to bed at their assigned time, and I’d get to watch MTV for a couple of hours.

Once, a friend was hanging out with some guys in the neighborhood and brought them by.  I told the kids these guys were my cousins, and I let them come in.  One of them was acting funny.  That’s what the boy said, and he told his parents later.  I don’t know why, and I didn’t suspect foul play; I didn’t really like these guys but thought I’d earn some popularity from letting them ‘hang out.’  It was wrong.  I got a talking to by the parents, but I still had my baby-sitting job.  They were very busy and needed someone to watch their kids, you know.

I hated not having fun on my weekends.  I can’t tell you how many hours I worked for them, but I recall an $80 week and buying a good amount of clothes and shoes.  Some of my friends would want to go and do things on the weekend, but I’d be baby-sitting most of the time. Well, it got to the point where I wanted a weekend off and asked a week ahead of time.  I was told I needed to find a replacement for that weekend.  I had no idea where to turn and did not think that was my responsibility.  So I told them I could not find a replacement, but I was going to take that weekend off.  They found someone else, and she became my permanent replacement.  I wasn’t too upset.  It was too bad I lost the job, and it was 6 to 12 months before I found a real job, but I got to hang out with friends a little more.  I also stopped falling asleep in my first Mod class.  Still, I couldn’t use this job as a reference after the way we parted.  It didn’t seem to me they’d give a glowing recommendation since I felt like I left them in the lurch.  For a while though, I had been feeling trapped in that little apartment with those kids who really needed their parents, not a distracted teenager warming up frozen dinners for them.

Maybe those parents, in time, got where they needed to be and finally were able to be at home more.  I felt sad for their kids; my parents were divorced and Mom had to work odd hours at first, so I understood that.  What I didn’t get was why they were living like that.  Did they really have to?  Two parents in the home; I thought they were being selfish, but maybe that is also my naivete.  Looking back, I know I was more judgmental with the dad, especially when he could have been home to have lunch with his kids but instead went shopping.  My own dad was pretty absent from my life, phoning it all in from long distance and forgetting my birthday more than once.  I still love him, though.

All in all, I learned from the experience.  I suppose the parting needed to happen when it did, and I was the catalyst for that.  Still, I should have quit a good while before that.  I should have given two weeks notice to give them time to replace me.  I wouldn’t have felt so irresponsible.  When I started driving, I worked a few other babysitting jobs but nothing as regular.  That lasted until I got my first real job, that of a fast food cashier and burger slinger.  By then, I had learned the right way to resign from a job.

Maybe I wasn’t so stupid in this situation.  Perhaps I was just an average fifteen year-old, reacting to way too much responsibility put on me too quickly.  I should have been studying more, participating in clubs, and enjoying myself.  Instead, I had a learning experience.  Go figure…

Magical Afternoon. #FFfAW

Photo image credit, Michelle De Angelis.

 

Billy knew something was up.  Mom never spent that much time with him.  Time was great, but what was even better today in the gardens was her honesty.

She’d been distant and absent a lot lately.  He suspected something just as his dad did.  Good old, boring Dad.

“I’m moving in with the professor,” she confessed.  She’d met a lot of new people since pursing a Master’s.

“So, you and Dad are divorcing?”  Billy tried to act shocked.

“Yes.  Listen, it’s been falling apart for over a year.  I was just waiting for you to grow up a little.  Now you’ve got a job, and a car, and your friend’s family takes up a lot of your time.”

He almost told her they had adopted him, but he chose silence instead.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I replied, taking in the sweet floral scents around us.  The colors of nature after the earlier rain took on a glowing, magical quality.  Yes, everything would be alright.

~164 words

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Two Americas. #amwriting #poetry

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This is a re-post from last year.  The sentiments are the same.

Two Americas, (c) 2017 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

I see two Americas

each believing they are right

polarized to different margins

there is no middle for them.

 

I see two value systems

each in extreme form

leading many to believe

that they must choose.

 

There is no middle ground

and your actions can’t be wrong,

if you are right.  Right?

After all, this is a fight.

 

I see the colors fading,

only into black and white

there will be no gray, and certainly,

no other colors here.

 

I dream it could be different,

and I’m called so many names.

They say I’m too scared to fight,

that I’m too scared to choose.

 

Dear young one, when you choose,

be clear what you’re fighting for.

Be clear whom you’re fighting with.

Remember, wrong is never right.

 

Dear young one, don’t be scared

to stand up on your own,

to resist the leading group

and to bring peace in this world.

 

Of course, I am only dreaming

of a country that:

accepts difference

promotes peace

talks through disagreements

never uses violence

let’s an individual choose

gives more than two options

respects all opinions

lives in democracy.

 

Perhaps that is Utopia,

and maybe just a dream.

Maybe I am just a dreamer,

so throw tomatoes at me.

 

Yet all is not yet said and done.

There is still a tomorrow unknown.

Maybe I’ll see that I had a right

to sit and dare to dream.

 

 

 

 

Creative Chaos. #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Creative Chaos, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa (c) 2018

 

“A disorganized mind and space only fosters chaos,” she’d said.

“A disorganized mind is home to unfettered creatitivy,” Dad countered.

Now, long gone, they were merely voices in his head.

Rarely did he come out, but some days, I’d hear the most heavenly music.  Other days; a joyful chaos, yes, chaos would emerge to tickle my ears.  Ever heard of jazz fusion?

Henry would go in and play the horn while Thomas took turns at any of his many instruments.  He wrote music.  He played it, but he didn’t talk.

They called him misfit; I call him genius.

~ A 98 word Flash fiction story.

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