Jul 18, 2017 |
by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
INVITATION: Harbingers, Cycle One
This week I read Book Two: The Haunted, by Frank Peretti.
SPOILER ALERT: Do not read any further unless you want to know how the story goes.
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All right, folks. Strap yourselves in. This one is a wild ride.
Okay, for starters, can I just say I love a book that stays with you even when you’re not reading it. I’m not talking like, “Oh, yeah. It’s on the coffee table.” or “Of course. It’s in my backpack.” No, no, no. I think you know I mean the kind of reading that stays with you mentally. Emotionally.
Frank Peretti has a style of writing that always grips me, and this is no exception.
This book is told from the Professor’s perspective. The fallen Priest-turned-pragmatist. He no longer believes in God, and will go out of his way to prove that everything has a logical explanation.
Through a myriad of, well, invitations, our heroes finding themselves together on a plane to Seattle.
Aww, Seattle . . .
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Sea-Tac Airport
They think they have separate reasons, but of course they don’t. The professor meets with his old friend, AJ Van Epps, who tells him of a strange, reappearing house. As if a house can vanish and reappear at will! But Van Epps has data to sustain his theories. Two unseemly townsfolk have died recently, and he knows the house has something to do with it. The House seems to always know all about its inhabitants. He talks the professor into joining his investigation. The professor agrees and heads into town where he inexplicably runs into Brenda, the tattoo artist, speaking with a psychic.
Brenda and the professor go in for a reading, not expecting any truth to be revealed. Earthsong, as she’s called, tells them about a boy, a prisoner set free, and other nonsense. Days pass with little adventure, until the professor is followed by what he can only describe as a specter. He’s being followed by a ghost! The professor braces himself and watches as the specter walks past him toward a house that wasn’t there before. The House.
Two-story Victorian, dull purple, richly detailed, turreted, with a covered porch and sleepy front windows.
The professor enlists the aid of the others, including Van Epps who agrees to stay outside the house with his video camera. The professor, Andi, Brenda, and Tank enter the house. It’s nearly night and there are no lights. It’s as if the house expects them. They take to individual rooms upstairs, using only their cell phones for intermittent light. But when all goes dark, three of the four have nightmarish experiences too real to be a dream. Tank is the only one spared the dark evils of their own minds, and he brings them out of it with his large laugh. Where the others had glimpses of their hells, Tank had a glimpse of heaven. Then, at the end of the hall, in the shadow of the moonlit window, is a young boy who promptly disappears.
It’s all too much, and they leave the house. Van Epps is furious; they need more data! They need to find out how the house does what it does, so they can harness its power and use it. The professor and the girls return the next day, to find Tank is already there. With a young boy. The same boy from last night. The same young boy tattooed on his arm.
His name is Daniel, and he has a friend. A big, strong, invisible friend who may or may not be imaginary. But where did Daniel come from? They’re distracted by something outside. Van Epps is mowing the lawn. His argument is if he does something nice to the house, perhaps the house won’t hurt him like it’s hurt so many others.
Okay, I’ve recounted enough. Except to say there’s some fighting. A locked door. An imprisoned child. A murder. And a tall, strong being who helps Daniel even as the winds of hell suck Van Epps and the professor toward its door. Will they be taken? Will they be safe? Who is this Daniel kid? Why does the house always know everything?
For the last week, whether watching TV or cleaning house or driving, I found myself worried about the characters. I forgot they’re not real. I needed to find out what happens next. And I needed that House to stop reappearing at every corner.
I think you need to pick up INVITATION and find out for yourself what shadows can do.
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And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!
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Sep 9, 2012 |
[NOTE: You can find links to all My Housing Project posts here.]
When the Fruitless Mulberry was cut down a year ago, the remaining roots started to wither and unlevel the underground. So as I worked on pulling up the Mock Orange root ball, Dot sat in the shade and began to pull up roots.
Dot’s Hard Work
Pulling Up Roots
It’s exciting to find actual soil mixing up as well; that will make planting next year so much easier for both myself and the new plants.
As one led to another, she was careful to not dissect the largest root; but rather keep it intact until the end of the day. The little dried up feeder roots were easily pulled, but the thicker ones took some effort.
Thick Roots
So Lizzie Cat got involved.
Lizzie Helps Dot
At day’s end, this is the result of Dot’s hard work:
Roots
I can’t wait to get out there and rake the ground level again. And then work on another section of the yard.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Sep 4, 2012 |
My biggest yard project to date has been digging up the old root ball for the Mock Orange Shrub in the Northwest corner of Bedford Manor. It was a lovely shrub when I moved in, but just not my style.
Too Much Green (Mock Orange is in right corner)
It was overgrown, and fast growing. We had this cut down to a dead stump before moving in, along with the line of Juniper bushes. Of course, because the last two winters have been wetter than typical for the desert, the moisture helped the Mock Orange to reflourish. Even without manual watering or feeding, it fought its way back. Unfortunately, because it wasn’t well-cared for, the regrowth had been a bit staggered and unkempt.
Mock Orange regrowth
I have an idea of how I want this corner of the yard to be finished, and Mock Orange just doesn’t fit those plans. So I worked to get rid of it. Knowing that just cutting it back wouldn’t do the trick, I faced the reality of some hard work and set my mind to digging up the entire root ball.
This is where I explain to you the toughness of desert sand. It’s not soft and easy to manipulate like beach sand. My sand is compacted, heavy, solid. Nearly like clay. And the farther I dug, the more that reality sank in (pun not intended, but there it is). Combine that with the several roots several inches in diameter. No amount of hacking or sawing was going to make this go any faster. And believe me, I tried.
It dawned on me that the easiest way to dig deeper would be to soften the sand and so after I dug a shallow trench around the stump, I filled the trench with water and let it soak in. I had to wait for the soil to recognize that water isn’t the enemy: every bit of water I added took quite a while to be absorbed.
The Underground Beast
Since it was later in the day, I called it quits and packed up my tools. The only “work” for the rest of the night was turning the hose faucet left and, after five minutes, right. Repeat once an hour for three hours.
Yesterday I found myself sitting, digging, cutting, and sawing. It took a few more hours of hard work, but I finally broke through. I dug the mud out from under the stump and had a better look at just the roots. My Happy Moment came when I leaned my back against the fence post for leverage, and pushed the stump with my feet. It wobbled. It shifted. In other words, it moved!
Re-energized, I sawed like my life depended on it. In a matter of moments, all attachments were broken and this incredible beast of a ball was removed from the ground! It’s at least 25 pounds.
Burdensome
What a feeling of accomplishment! Mind you, I’m a writer, not a farmer or construction worker. Manual labor is not something I come by easily. To be able to say I did this, and I did it alone, is so utterly satisfying. Both my daughter and mother offered to help near the end and I roared at them like a Momma Bear protecting her cubs: This is my project!
After sifting through the sand for rocks and stems and other debris, I refilled the hole. I still need to level it out a little more with a heavy-duty yard rake, but I’m so happy with the nearly-finished results: a clean, debris-free corner. And now it’s ready to be redesigned.
Nearly Finished Corner
With the added bonus of getting rid of the Tree Stump Garden, this part of Bedford Manor’s front yard is looking quite well-kept indeed!
Clean Corner
I can’t wait for Spring!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Aug 31, 2012 |
I am so excited. So very excited!
I just discovered that Pergolas originated in Italy. Pergolas with their draping grapevines and tiny lights and patio dining and ambient music. Can’t you just feel the breeze wafting the aroma of a great Merlot in your direction?
And I just discovered that Italy actually has a desert. Deserto di Accona. An arid, white, sandy desert.
Do you have any idea what this means?
It is so very possible for me to combine my love of Italy with my reality of the desert, and make it work! Pergolas, herbs, rockscaping, cacti, skyrockets, and shrubs.
Of course, this opens up so many new wonderful ideas, that I just had to create a new Pinterest Board for it! I’m so thankful to have an immediate place to secure photos of inspiring ideas.
How do you landscape, and where do you get your inspiration from?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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Aug 30, 2012 |
There’s a new page link on Frankly, My Dear…
My Housing Project
Since I have an abundance of home improvement projects on my list and a new penchant for photography, I thought what better way to combine the two than to track it here on my blog?
You’ll see plenty of How To’s, What Not To Do’s, and Mistakes That Will Be Made. But you’ll also see a lot of fun, and I hope, pick up some inspiration of your own.
When I have a Housing Project post, I’ll be sure to link it to the Page. So if you see anything you want to remember, just click on My Housing Project under the sunlight photo at the top of any page.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll add some “before” and “during” photos so you can see the transitions we’ve already made in turning this house into Our Home.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
