Saturday, August 10, 2019
Welcome, my chuckaboos! I warn you in advance that I’m flying by the seat of my pantser pants even more than usual today. My week has been so full of insomnia and interruptions, it’s no wonder Émeraude is looking like a worry wart.
This week’s random reader things:
Great minds think alike. John W. Howell and Jacquie Biggar both left Brass Bells. Christine Robinson left Chignon, and Andrea Stephenson gave us a lovely Aspidistra.
Thanks to Dan Antion for letting me use his photos as I am able for this serial.
Last time, in Chapter 1 — Dance we met Jaspe and Amethyst (a purple clockwork spider). Jaspe seemed to see something troubling in the distance, but he wouldn’t admit it. This time you will meet Agate and Blue John.
Without further ado, lets skedaddle to the #Steampunk riverboat… All aboard!
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 2 — Fret
The familiar sounds of shuffling cards and clattering roulette balls drew my ear. In the Delta Pearl’s gaming area, the crew busily readied the tools of their trade. Playing cards were carefully inspected for signs of wear. Liberty Bell machines were checked. Their symbols whirled ― horseshoes, hearts, spades, and diamonds, and then coins spewed from the machines.
Brass bells chimed, as each station signaled that everything was ready and all was in good working order.
The Dealer checked deck after deck of playing cards. Jaspe was nothing short of magical in shuffling the cards. In his hands, they to seem to defy the laws of gravity and physics as they all but danced for him. Now and then one of the crew paused to watch in admiration.
The sound of a loud crash pulled me quickly toward the kitchen. Such noises were rare when no passengers were aboard the riverboat. I hurried toward the commotion.
It wasn’t like me to fret. Even so, I was still uneasy from the Dealer’s unusual reaction on the deck earlier. For him to see something I couldn’t spot was not unusual. Comparing the acuity of my vision to his was like putting the eyesight of a mole against an eagle’s.
No, what unsettled me was the idea that he stared at something yet pretended he did not. That sort of misrepresentation wasn’t in his nature.
In a corridor leading to the galley, I saw what caused the din. A cart full of dishes was broken. No mayhem. I breathed a sigh of relief.
The Cook, also called Agate, was already there and decidedly in charge. That was her domain ― and mind you, not a hair was out of place in her tidy chignon.
“Emmie dear, you look a fright. Although, I suppose the noise was fit for a banshee’s howl. Now, dinna fash yirsel. You aren’t becoming a worrier, are you? Well, don’t fret. All this will be put to rights in no time,” the Cook assured me in her Scottish brogue.
I beheld quite a mess of broken dishes. It was no wonder there had been such a racket. A presentation tray had landed with enough force that when it broke, it put a deep three-inch-long scratch in the flooring.
I stooped, helping pick up the shattered pieces. Under the direction of Agate, the rest of the mess was tidied in a moment. As the larger shards were taken away, I turned back to the ugly gouge. However, the damage to the floor had vanished.
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Normal activities quickly resumed. A mystery aroma wafted to my noise. I couldn’t help going to investigate, even though I knew I should get to my post at the registration desk.
Just as the gemstone agate was said to be a protective stone, the Cook was protective of her culinary kingdom and everything in it. That kind of nurturing and shielding extended to the entire crew.
When first I set foot upon the Delta Pearl, Agate took me under her sheltering wing right away. She grinned as I curiously peered over her shoulder.
“Emmie, dear! I might have known this lovely aroma would be getting your attention,” she said in a heavy accent. “Let me dish up a bowl for you. A girl your age needs plenty of hearty food,” the Cook began.
“It’s my ma’s cock-a-leekie soup. Aggie, she’d tell me, this is the best soup you’ll ever make, so you pay attention to what I say,” the Cook tempted me.
Agate could be merciless in offering me food, knowing full well I had to hurry to my station.
The Cook was the only one who could call me Emmie without incurring my wrath. I hated diminutive names, particularly when they were used on me. Yet Agate was such a kind soul, and she had always been so good to me that I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how offensive I found the affectionate name.
“It smells heavenly,” I told her. “But do I detect something unusual? Although I can’t figure out what it is.”
“Well, there’s leeks and peppered chicken stock, thickened with rice. What you’ve picked up on would be the prunes I just added. You have to add them while the soup is cooking, not at the beginning. When it’s served, I’ll garnish it with a julienne of prunes too!”
“Prunes in soup…” I marveled. “Only you, Agate, could do something like that and still make it so delicious. I hope you’ll please save me a serving,” I requested to her immense pleasure.
“Of course, I will. You’ll soon be a lovely young woman, with your sixteenth birthday. Sweet sixteen, one of the passengers was calling it for his daughter,” she reminded me.
“Oh, that fancy shindig about a few months ago? I thought it was a coming-out party for a debutante,” I muttered.
The subject of my birthday was enough to make me abandon ideas of the offered snack. Birthdays reminded me of my past. I excused myself quickly and headed to my station.
Moments later, at the registration desk, I held up the quill pen to check its sharpness. The plume moved playfully as I turned it this way and that. The aspidistra plant beside me moved.
Amid the long leaves and bell-shaped flowers, a tiny purple leg reach toward the plume of my pen.
“Amethyst! I told you to stay out of sight. The passengers will be boarding any minute,” I chided the clockwork spider.
Amethyst blinked all four of her eyes at the jaunty feather. She reluctantly retreated into the foliage.
I was surprised the clockwork creature gave up so easily. Then I realized the Delta Pearl’s First Mate probably startled her. Just as I opened the large registry book, the Mate hurried up to me.
Immediately I noticed that Blue John Boulton looked frazzled. His jacket was completely open, and his shirt was haphazardly buttoned, revealing the striped undershirt beneath.
The Captain always insisted that all the crew and staff keep a neat appearance. So, I wasn’t surprised when the Mate indicated something was amiss. However, his bluer than blue eyes were playfully alight.
“Captain has his hands full with things on the bridge,” Blue John informed me. “He wants you to take his place on deck as the first face the passengers see,” he informed me with a grin.
The Mate smiled because the duty was considered an honor. Meeting the passengers when they first stepped from the gangway and onto the Delta Pearl was something the Captain almost always insisted on doing himself.
The feeling of unease that had not quite left me reared its head again.
Something must be wrong.
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End Chapter 2
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Real World Notes
Liberty Bell Slot Machine. Yes my chuckaboos, that’s from the real world. The Liberty Bell was the first variation of the modern mechanical slot machine used today. It was created in the late 1800s by Charles Fey, a car mechanic from San Francisco. The Liberty Bell’s popularity set the standard for the modern slot machine. Its three-reel model is still used today, despite great advances in slot technology.
Cock-a-leekie soup is a real dish too. The soup was known in 16th century Scotland. However, the name “cock-a-leekie” did not come into use until the 18th century.
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If you haven’t already done so — or even if you have, I invite you to leave a random non-modern thing, to help drive the story. Please limit your description of the “thing” to two words. Remember any technology-thing you offer needs to be appropriate to the Steam Era.
I love hearing from you, so please leave a comment. Although I may be slow to answer them. After last night’s storms, I’m worried about sightseeing in on narrow mountain roads, but still have some plans for the day.
I’ll catch up with you soon, my chuckaboos!
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I love the little clockwork spider. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I’m happy Amethyst has a friend in you, Suzanne. She eventually gets a larger part in the story. Hugs on the wing!
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Love the self healing scratch!! I loved your intro especially after reading the full installment…..what does Kirt mean? Sounds like you had a tough week and weren’t sure how well this installment would actually go over…..once again pure talent reigns…great installment!!
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Kirt, you are so kind. Thanks for encouraging me. Yes, it has taken a couple of months of weekly chapters for me to get comfortable with transitioning this unfinished novel to a weekly serial. It’s more than a simple matter of dividing it into segments under 2000 words. The pace of a serial has to be different than a novel, to keep interest. So the poor riverboat sat in the dock for a couple of months.
Now I’m putting the pedal to the metal trying to get the 3rd Pip novel launched by the weekend. I hope to catch up with your beautiful prints soon.
Hugs on the wing!
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I love the purple clockwork spider! I am just catching up, so I will see what the spidey has been up too soon here. 🙂
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The paddlewheel is doing a really slow roll for this rewrite, Lavinia. To keep the episodes short enough… Eventually the spider gets a good part. Hugs.
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Mysterious things have been happening from the very start. And those prunes… But let’s trust the cook 🙂 It is not an ordinary boat, and strange things will keep coming I guess. Well done, Teagan, as always.
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Thanks so very much, Inese. I’m happy you enjoyed it, my chuckaboo!
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On follow up: That photo by Dan is gorgeous.
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That will mean a lot to Dan. I think he’s doing family things, but I’m sure he will appreciate it.
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I need to check in on his blog. 🙂
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I finally got back to this piece to read it. I love it Teagan. As I read it I began to feel as if I was listening to jazz. One never knows where jazz is going but the music is so good you don’t care. You have an amazing gift, Teagan.
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Rob, my chuckaboo, this comment blew me away. You’ve made my weekend with these words. Heartfelt thanks. ❤ Again and again.
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I have some more catching up to do–but I’ll get there–For some reason I’m thinking, ‘that’s Uncle Joe he’s a movin’ kinda slow…”
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I have plenty of those Uncle Joe days myself, Rob. Hugs.
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I’m so at the Junction and there’s not a petticoat in sight. 🙂
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So much fun, Teagan. I’m reading onward until I catch up on the story. Thank you for your wonderful imagination. 🙂
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That means a lot to me, Diana. New chapter tonight at midnight Eastern. Heartfelt thanks for reading. Hugs on the wing!
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I’m looking forward to it. 🙂
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I am so loving the pics! 😀
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Thanks so much, Kev. Hugs.
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The story proceeds, nicely. It’s just the beginning, and I am already into it!
Rum Runner
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So glad you are enjoying the riverboat cruse, my chuckaboo! I will add “Rum” as a thing from you to my list. (Rum runners were typically in the 1920s to after the Victorian Era) Here’s to you, Resa. (Toasts with a shot of coconut rum… okay so it’s a pina colada.) 😉
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Okay… only Victorian.
I’m new here. I was thinking Victorian and 20’s.
Let me send another one next post!
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I imagined all the characters when reading the story and Kirk Douglas is perfect, just perfect. My Dad, loved Cock a Leekie soup, I don’t being vegetarian but he loved it, and I’m in love with the purple clockwork spider, oh yes, she is special. Things are going on around her but she still senses something off, this is exciting, Teagan I love this story. xxx
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Adele, this comment means so much to me. Heartfelt thanks! I’m happy you are onboard, my chuckaboo! Now back to work on chapter 3. 😀 Hugs on the wing.
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Internet problems are so annoying – hope you get it worked out, Teagan. That soup sounds yummy! Hugs!
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I appreciate your support, Teri. Yes, since that’s part of nearly every kind of work I do around here, it’s been driving me batty! Great big hug right back.
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Teagan’s new serial is ready to take on passengers. Get on board and let the journey begin.
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Dan, my chuckaboo! What a lovely surprise. Thanks for reblogging at No Facilities. Hugs.
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Cockaleekie soup! Oh my. My grandmother always loved ribbon candy and she had a small metal mesh evening purse I could send you a picture of.
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Hi Jan. Oh you just sent me on a fun bit of research! 😀 There is interesting steampunk tech with ribbon candy — mechanical crimpers! http://www.fbwashburncandy.com/ribbon.php
I’ll add “ribbon candy” to my story matrix as a thing from you. And mesh purse (shortened for title purposes). Thanks for visiting. Hugs!
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Thank you Teagan for continuing to write and not being stopped from it by your ailments. I too suffer grimply from insomnia, and have for many, many years. But one grows accustomed to anything in time, so when it says to me, “I’m not going to let you sleep much tonight and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I say “Give me oh, an hour and a half and we’ll call it even.”
I love your writing. It seeems to spill so effortlessly from you however apprently you’re feeling. It’s lively and a pleasure to read.
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It’s such a pleasure to have you on this riverboat, David. Thank you for your kind encouragement.
I know what you mean — I’ve dealt with insomnia since I was 12 years old. It was much better the first weeks that I was in my new location. I need to find a way to break the cycle of it…
Have a great new week, my chuckaboo. Hugs!
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Thank you. Teagan for all your hugs and your magical posts that come out of your fingers in a steady stream.
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Internet problems are the worst. Hope you have it sorted out.
Loved this installment. My curiosity is piqued. And that soup sounds delicious.
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Unfortunately, not sorted yet, Staci. It was really driving me nuts last night and even sent my TV into spasms. I was afraid it was ruined, but seems okay now.
I’m so glad you are enjoying this riverboat cruise, my chuckaboo. Hugs!
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A floor that heals itself, and the Captain not going to meet the passengers… very intriguing! I look forward to the installment!
I’m so sorry you’re having such problems with your internet connection/company. I hope this isn’t going to be a common occurrence and source of frustration.
How was the mountain road excursion? I hope it was fun, and you’ll do it again. xx
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Thanks, Deborah. I hope so too, but I begin to wonder. The latest on-site tech said something like “Well sometimes it just can’t be fixed.” (eye roll) The same issue continues. Now I have them scheduled Wednesday to replace the line outside…
Unfortunately agoraphobia — and the fact that so many things at home were going haywire at once — got the better of me and I had to cancel.
I’m so glad you enjoyed this chapter, my chuckaboo. Thanks so much for taking time to read and comment. Hugs.
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I love how Agate takes care of Emmie. I’m curious about their relationship as Emmie was growing up. But first we have to find out why the captain wasn’t there. Good luck with your internet, Teagan. I hope your day went well. Mountain roads? Hugs.
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Yeah, mountain roads… My agoraphobia — and the fact that so many things at home were going haywire at once — got the better of me and I had to cancel.
In my unfinished original manuscript, we gradually unravel the mystery of how Em came aboard the Delta Pearl. Meanwhile the boat and crew become more of a mystery.
Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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I’m so sorry for your computer debacles, Teagan. They can be so frustrating! But, you persevered and gave us another awesome chapter! I am quickly falling in love with young Emeraude! She is a true jewel! I love that you always include some sort of critter in your stories. Amethyst is going to play a big part, I think. 🙂 I love all of this – the characters and the setting! Now to see what happens next!
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Thanks so very much Jan. That means a lot to me. I can’t seem to help myself about adding critters to a story. If there aren’t real ones, then mechanical ones pop in. LOL. Maybe it was an early influence from Mary Stewart. Her mysteries always seemed to have an animal. Thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Since Amethyst is already one of my favourite characters I’m glad she chose to appear in ‘my’ aspidistra 🙂 I love the way you’re setting the scene, introducing the characters while letting us know there may be trouble ahead….hope you have a much better week this week Teagan 🙂
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Thanks so very much, Andrea. This feedback means a lot to me.
Tee-hee! I’m happy that you liked that scene.
(Yeah… I’ve lost my Internet 5 times just trying to post this reply.) Hugs on the wing!
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Wonderful episode! Hope your internet connection gets better.
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Huge thanks for all your support, Dyanna. I appreciate the rebloggs, my chuckaboo!
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Such an exciting episode! I love the cook and the spider, and of course something is not quite right. I will definitely be looking forward to the next episode! Hugs to you, Teagan!
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Heartfelt for being on this crazy riverboat, Jennie. ❤ Great big hug right back!
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I feel it too … in the pit of my stomach. That’s how I know that even if Em knows that something is wrong, what’s waiting for us next week is oh so very very good. I enjoyed this chapter. Makes me want to find a recipe for that lovely soup.
I’d have never guessed what you were dealing with had you not said so. My wish for you is a good night’s sleep. Insomnia is the worst!
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You are so kind, Jill. Yes, my body and systems can’t seem to handle insomnia any more. I’ve dealt with it since I was 12 years old, but lately it really kicks my butt…
I am delighted you enjoy this riverboat, my chuckaboo! Hugs on the wing!
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Teagan shares the new world she has created aboard the Delta Pearl with us, introducing us to crew members and tempting us with a delicious bowl of soup… but something seems to be off kilter….head over and feel the vibes for yourselves..
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Heartfelt thanks for sharing from your Smorgasbord, my chuckaboo. I hope all is well in your lovely home after the bad weather, and that all the magical creatures in your Irish Garden are happily giving you more tales to tell. Hugs on the wing!
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Thanks Teagan.. that will be it for a while I would think… time to move on….hugs xxx
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Teagan, I’m all caught up with chapter 1, and into an exciting chapter 2. You are a master at weaving story and questions to keep us reading. Aha! There’s the cook, Agate, with her hair in a Chignon! I like that she protects Emmie. Now, what has happened? The captain’s not greeting the guests? So sorry the internet is on and off. I’ve had the same problem for days now. I’m hooking up a new router as a fix I hope works. In the meantime, I’m using my iPhone for everything. Happy weekend! 🤗💐🎶📚Christine
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Thanks so much, Christine! When you left chignon as a random thing, it helped shape Agate’s character. With her suddenly tidy bun (such an elegant word, Chignon, I have to imagine it as neat), Agate is no longer frumpy as she was in my original story. But still just as loveable. 😉
Happy weekend hugs, my chuckaboo!
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Thanks, Teagan! Agate’s character lovable and no longer grumpy fits Emmie’s fondness for her better. Sort of a stand in mother figure who takes good care of her. Happy Sunday hugs! 📚🎶 Christine
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A disappearing scratch and a clockwork spider; this is one magical riverboat! I loved Kirk Douglas in that movie- so dashing!
Hope they sort out your internet woes soon, my friend {{hugs}}
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Wasn’t he amazing! When I imagined “Blue John” and his extraordinary eyes, I didn’t have a face to go with them. Then last year (?) when I held an art show for Rob Goldstein, while I was researching for “gallery setting” materials, I ran across that clip of Kirk Douglas from the movie. No wonder generations of women have swooned.
I’m so happy you are enjoying the cruise. Hugs on the wing!
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Reblogged this on Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author and commented:
Join Teagan Geneviene and the Delta Pearl for a riverboat ride you won’t soon forget!
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Heartfelt thanks for sharing from your place, my chuckaboo! All aboard! 😀
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You’re back! 🙂
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Not exactly. Only for a few minutes at a time. It’s ridiculous. I called again today. They said I was “calling every time it goes out.”
“No,” I said. “I’m calling about one in every 20 times it goes out.” Now they’re scheduled to come out Wednesday and install a new line (the one outside)…
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Nice to see their sympathy on display (jerks!)
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Hmmm Interesting things going on here. I like the little spider already, as he sounds mischievous. The soup sounds good, except for the prunes!
Enjoy your weekend, and hope the internet straightens up soon. xx
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Hi Barbara. The TDS internet is looking hopeless… but thank you.
I’m glad Amethyst has a friend in you. Yes — you’ve already figured out her personality– mischievous! There’s another clockwork creature you will meet soon too. A hint about him was in the Prologue. Thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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The story is hotting up, Teagan. I am glad to see the clockwork spider popping up. I hope the poor Captain is not in a bad way.
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I’m delighted you are enjoying this, Robbie. LOL, actually I’m not sure what’s going on with the Captain either! I’m glad Amethyst has a friend in you. In the original (unfinished) version, she has a good sized part in the story. There’s another clockwork creature you will meet soon too. A hint about him was in the Prologue. I really appreciate you spending part of your weekend here, my chuckaboo. Hugs on the wing.
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Yikes! Another spellbinding chapter. A 3″ long scratch in the floor that disappears. A captain who suddenly isn’t going to greet his guests. The First Mate’s unexplained disheveled appearance. Emmie not wanting to be reminded of her past. Teagan, does your mind ever shut down and rest? 😉
But I gotta tell you Teagan, leek and prune soup? Nope. No way. Today it would be promoted as a “cleanser” for your body! 😂😂😂
Hope the Internet problems are yesterday’s news and that the storms didn’t interfere with your sightseeing plans.
🐾Ginger 🐾
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Ginger it’s good to see you. Actually *everything* seemed to conspire to interfere with my plans. So many things went haywire that I had to cancel. The Internet is still a problem even after yet another repair today….
Haha! You have my brain figured out, my chuckaboo! There’s so much always going on in my head and stories already written but waiting for a sequel, partially written novels, ideas for stories as yet unused but begging to be written… There’s something in ever corner of the windmills of my mind.
The soup… yes, I know. I’ve tried many times to imagine that combination and I just can’t.
Heartfelt thanks for taking time to read and comment. Hugs!
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Yes, something is wrong. Glad you have a Clockwork spider in the plant. The soup sounds delicious (of course I’m half Scot). Thanks for using the brass bell suggestion. Looking forward to next week. (What magic fixed the scratch in the floor?)
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Wouldn’t it be great to have self-repairing floors? 😀
John, my father’s people were from Scotland. But none of them ever made that soup (not in my lifetime). The brass bell was a perfect thing. Thanks so much for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Always fun. It was my mother’s side that was first-generation Americans. Came from Scotland.
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Another interesting chapter, Teagan. You have me hanging, waiting until next Saturday when we may find out what’s wrong within the Delta Pearl. Honor and mystery make a great combination for Emmaline, the crew and the passengers that will soon be on board.
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Mary J, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I hope you and the kitties had a lovely Caturday. Have a great new week, my chuckaboo!
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I’m hooked again, just when I thought I was free of your spells Teagan. 🙂
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Oops! Sorry, my chuckaboo! 😉 But glad you’re aboard the riverboat just the same. Hugs.
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All aboard with my cheeky chuckaboo!
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You do weave a marvelous story, Teagan.
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Thank you kindly, Maggie. I hope all is well with you now. Hugs on the wing!
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Another wonderful episode Teagan, Sometimes I wonder how many lives you have lived lol, as each new tale you tell with such vivid detail, as if you had experienced it .. And its a good job I have already eaten lol as you got my taste buds a tingling too 🙂
Much love your way Teagan ❤
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Dear Sue. I had a great response to your comment this morning — but I lost Internet again before I could post it. Now I don’t remember all of it. But I had to chuckle when you mentioned past lives, because, yes there have been many. (Not to mention a past life regression gone terribly wrong that showed me a series of lives that ended violently… all those, from the 14th through 17th centuries.)
Not connected to that regression, the oldest one I’ve glimpsed was a priestess of Bast in ancient Egypt. Otherwise, I’ve no idea how many, none noteworthy.
Thank you for taking time to read and comment. Hugs my chuckaboo!
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Yes those past lives that are not so glamourous or we have not been saints are hard to deal with.. I too have had a few of those..
Its wonderful though when we get a glimpse of those lives warts and all.. 🙂 Shows us how important our experiences were needed 🙂
Much love right back Teagan .. and sorry you are getting internet problems..
I just have been too busy with decorating and the plot for much else these past few weeks..
Love and hugs my lovely friend ❤
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This is no ordinary boat!
I hope your internet woos are resolved soon. I want nothing to interfere with your ability to deliver instalments on this story!!
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LOL. Thank you, my chuckaboo! Although they haven’t given me much hope at this point. Fingers crossed after this latest attempt with repair today. I’m so glad you are on this riverboat. Hugs.
(Sunday update on that… Internet problems continue. Sigh…)
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Sorry to hear that 😕
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A delicates with the captain (Nemo) 🙂 Keep reading ❤
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Thank you for being on this riverboat, dear Magician. You’re the cat’s pajamas!
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I love the way you ease us away from that worried feeling but then bring us back. You work your magic on us, Teagan. That soup sounds delicious. Em greeting the passengers, I wonder what that’s all about? I’ll be here next week for sure. Have s great weekend !
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Dan, you know I was worried about having Em worry so much. LOL. Thanks for your encouragement, my chuckaboo. I’m happy you are on this riverboat. Hugs!
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Happy to be on board.
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With a little smile i agree to GP’s remark about the soup. 🙂 Dont worry about your telecom company. It seems there is not such business without issues. Using mix of landline and GSM I change the SIM cards almost like in a music box the records. Lol Thank you for another great sequel, and have a beautiful weekend! Michael
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Thanks for your support, Michael. It is frustrating because the latest repairman (yesterday) sounded like he didn’t have much hope of fixing the problem — although none of them have any idea what the problem actually is. I’m sorry that you have Internet problems too.
I appreciate you visiting. A beautiful weekend to you as well, my friend. Hugs.
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I wonder what’s going on with the captain that he can’t meet the passengers, hmm.
Enjoy the mountains, Teagan!
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Thanks Priscilla, but I had to cancel my plans. Too many things going haywire at home… One of those days. Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo. Hugs.
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It is no wonder that Emmie does not need to wear a corset, that soup for dinner sounds great. I look forward to your posts, but somehow came today without a photo – totally unprepared!!
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Thanks for making me smile, GP. I’m so happy you are on this riverboat, my chuckaboo. Hugs.
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It’s been a fun ride and I’m looking forward to more.
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Will definitely be back next week to find out what’s going on!
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Fraggle, my chuckaboo — I’m so happy you are onboard. Have a great new week. Hugs!
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A clockwork spider – only you could have thought of something like that, Teagan. The cook reminds me a little of Mrs Bridges from the TV show ‘Upstairs Downstairs.’ I don’t know if you know the show, but as I was reading this weeks chapter, Mrs Bridges came to mind.
Have a lovely week which, I hope, is technology problem-free.
Hugs
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Hi Hugh! I’m awake with a storm right now.
Thanks about the show. I know the title, but didn’t follow the show. I think I was working evenings back then. Thanks for visiting. Happy weekend hugs!
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Heartfelt thanks for sharing, dear Ape. Hugs on the wing!
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👍 🦍🤗❤️❤️🤗🦍
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A floor that heals itself and a Captain who can’t greet the passengers. It has my my interest. Look forward to next weeks to learn more:)
My item is a coffee grinder
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Great thing, Denise! Thanks for being on this riverboat. 🚢 Hugs on the wing.
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Talented Lady!
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You are so kind, Cindy. Thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!
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Thanks, Teagan. Love the sound of the cook (love leeks and prunes, although not sure about the combination). Something is afoot! I hope your internet problems get sorted soon. Happy weekend!
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I have to agree about that soup, Olga. It’s hard to imagine. Happy weekend hugs!
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