A story about another pair of skeletons who wished to be Ghosts

 

Hello dear readers,

First of all,  thank you for your welcome comments on my previous post.

I'm thrilled and relieved to be able to post again, especially on Halloween. 

The Skellies are concerned about being separated from one another once they receive their diplomas. Since it's Halloween, they had a day off from the Ghost Academy and went to visit their friend Baalatova, the ancient witch. (You will remember, dear readers, that all the ancient abandoned palaces, mansions, and other ancient sites in the world are already occupied by ghosts. Only huge numbers of small abandoned houses, stables, stores, or huts remain. These are too small for more than one ghost to haunt, so only one ghost is allowed to haunt one site.)

Baalatova, together with her favorite adopted pets, Solly the flying bear, and Kitty the cat-girl, was happy to welcome the Skellies.  They all sat down and enjoyed a good time.

Baalatova noticed that something was bothering the skellies and asked if they needed her help or advice. They told her about their hesitation to part.

Baalatova remembered that in one of her 17th-century ancient books, there was a story about a similar case with a solution that might interest them.  

She went inside, found the book, and came back to sit with the book in her hand.

Hidden inside this book of spells was a story about two skeletons who, like Skella and Skelly, wished to be ghosts. Baalatova began reading aloud:

"In a forgotten corner of the world, nestled between the cracked stones of an overgrown graveyard, two skeletons sat beneath the cold light of the moon.  Their names were Boney and Bonyetica, and they had been best friends for centuries.  Rattling around the cemetery, playing bone dominoes, and occasionally scaring off raccoons - unlife was fine, but lately, they were bored.

They wanted more.

"Ghosts get all the drama," Bonyetica said one night, waving a femur for emphasis.  "Moaning in the hallways, floating through walls, showing up in mirrors - style, Boney, they've got style."

Boney nodded, his jaw clattering with enthusiasm. "And mobility! We're stuck here, one graveyard for eternity.  Ghosts get castles, attics, lighthouses."

That settled it.  They didn't want to be skeletons anymore.  They wanted to be ghosts.

The first obstacle was the Manual of the Undead, a dusty old tome that Bonyetica dug up under the caretaker's shack.  According to Chapter 13: "Spiritual Advancement for Bone-based Beings," skeletons could, in theory, become ghosts.  But it wasn't easy."

"You must relinquish all earthly attachments," Bonyetica read aloud.

Boney looked down at his favorite rib, polished to a shine. "Even...this?"

"I think so."

He sighed and dropped it into the offering bowl.

Next, they needed a Spectral Spark - the lingering energy of a strong emotion.  So they tried to summon some drama.

Bonyetica tried to recall the grief of her unrequited love from 1683.  Boney tried screaming about never finishing his cobbler apprenticeship.  The air did get a little colder, but nothing happened.

They even tried haunting someone -  a man running at night by the cemetery - but the guy just kept on running.

"This is hopeless," groaned Boney, his skull clinking as he slumped against a tombstone. "Maybe we're just not tragic enough."

But then, one rainy night, as they sat watching the storm roll over the hills, something strange happened.  A flash of lightning, a crack of thunder - and a shiver ran through their bones, tingling.

It wasn't drama. I wasn't grief.  It was Longing.

They weren't yearning to haunt or float - they were yearning to belong, to change, to mean something more than just bones rattling in the dark.

And the cemetery listened.

The ground trembled.  A hush fell over the world.  The gravestones glowed faintly, and from the earth rose a pale mist that coiled around them.  Then, for the first time in centuries, Boney and Bonyetica felt light.  Weightless.

They looked down and gasped.  Their bones lay in a heap on the grass.  They were translucent, floating inches above the earth, swirling outlines of who they once were.

"We're-"

"-Ghosts!"

They screamed with laughter, whirling through the trees, passing through gravestones just because they could.  Bonyetica tried a dramatic hallway moan.  Boney floated into a mausoleum and pretended to be a cold spot.  They weren't very good at it yet - but they didn't care. They had made it.  The two skeletons who had once been stuck in the dirt were now spirits of the air, the wind, the whispers in the trees.

And on clear nights, when the moon is high and the graveyard is quiet, you might still hear them". laughing - two ghosts floating free.

Skella and Skelly listened enthralled as Baalatova read the story.

Baalatova: 'Dear Skella and Skelly, I hope this story inspires you to make a final decision."

Solly: "  Sorry, Kitty and I fell in the middle of the story. We dreamt about being little ghosts, booing, snatching treats, and having fun. Will you turn us all into ghosts just for this Halloween night?" 

Baalatova:  "Of course, my darling pets, I will. But remember, my spell is valid just for Halloween night".

And, they all went happily haunting......

I hope my friends that you didn't fall asleep reading this light-headed, silly post.

I wish those of you who celebrate Halloween an enjoyable time.  Blessing and peace to all my friends, readers, and followers.

Ceasefire

 Hello dear readers,

It's been a very long time since my last post. I simply couldn't bring myself to write and describe my frustrated thoughts and feelings when the war was going on here. 

Finally, after the last few days of unrelenting tension, all of our surviving captives have returned home from captivity. 

Of the 28 hostages who did not survive, only 4 were returned in coffins. We are anxiously awaiting the return of 24.

I'll be happy to blog regularly with renewed energy and creativity.

To all my friends and readers, blessings and hugs!

The Easter Bunny

 

Dear readers,

Sorry, I'm late posting about Easter, but I do want to let you know that my family and I are all well. We keep our fingers crossed, waiting and praying for the return of the remaining captives and for the war to finally stop.

Here is a rather silly story about the Easter Bunny, which caused me to burst out laughing, 

Once upon a time, there was a man who was peacefully driving down a windy road. Suddenly, a bunny skipped across the road, and the man couldn't stop. He hit the bunny head-on. 

The man quickly jumped out of his car to check the scene. There, lying lifeless in the middle of the road, was the Easter Bunny. 

The man cried out, "Oh no! I have committed a terrible crime! I have run over the Easter Bunny!" The man started sobbing quite hard and heard another car approaching. 

It was a woman in a red convertible. The woman stopped and asked what the problem was. 

The man explained, "I have done something horribly sad. I have run over the Easter Bunny. Now there will be no one to deliver eggs on Easter, and it's all my fault." 

The woman ran back to her car. A moment later, she came back carrying a spray bottle. She ran over to the motionless bunny and sprayed it. 

The bunny immediately sprang up, ran into the woods, stopped, and waved back at the man and woman. Then it ran another 10 feet, stopped, and waved. Every 10 feet, the bunny stopped and waved until the man and the woman could no longer see it.

Once out of sight, the man exclaimed, "What is that stuff in that bottle?"

The woman replied, "It's harespray. It revitalizes hare  and adds permanent waves."

Hugs and blessings

The Feast of Purim

 Hello dear readers,

Last week was one of the saddest in the history of Israel. We mourned the return in caskets of the remains of Shiri Bibas and her two innocent kids.  The funeral began in my town and went a long way to the burial site. Thousands of citizens with tears in their eyes stood along two sides of the road to pay homage to the victims.

But, as always, life goes on and next week we celebrate PURIM, a merry feast, especially for the kids who love masquerading.  Purim falls next week. 

After what we've gone through, our municipality, to lift our spirits, is preparing a Purim Pared with clowns.  

On my witch, Baalatova's command, I dressed up Solly who was excited to join the festivities.  Here are two options.  You are invited to let Solly know which you like best. Kitty the cat girl refused to change her beautiful dress and boldly said no to Baalatova.

The third bags rack was a hit and sold on the spot.  Since it was the order of a special friend I made a taller rack and added 4 extra bags. There are now three more orders and all three are for my friends I'll have to do 12 extra bags.  My friends will have to wait patiently. 

LET'S ALL WISH FOR A BETTER WORLD, NO MORE WARS AND PEACE .

Blessings and hugs to all my friends and readers.

we love it and look forward to it every year. This year, to raise the mood, the municipality is planning a real festival and the following photo shows one of the preparations for the parade. And you can already see the crowd of curious people around

Bags and Hats rack completed

 Hello dear readers,

The bags and hats rack is finished.  I made wicker rings as hangers, which are also good as bags handle.

Wicker rings experiments.  I'll need some for a future project which may end up as a tutorial.

It's unusually cold and dark today with random electricity power cuts. The pictures aren't clear enough because of this.

I managed to pull out one more planter from the plastic eye dropper (Please don't laugh at me) I was just curious to know what sat at the top of the bottle beneath the dropper tube and found a perfect tiny planter, I only had to glue a little paper disc to its bottom and paint it all over.

Three planters out of one little eye-drop container is not a bad achievement. The little planter is pretty cute.

Let's hope there will be no more power cuts here and nowhere else where needed, leaving me able to finish this post.

Blessings and hugs to all my dear friends and readers.

New rack for bags, hats, and more

Hello dear readers,

I've been working hard to craft a new rack for the daycare center.  There will now be 3 models, one with planters, one with cakes and sweets, and the one I'm still working on which will be filled with crocheted goods.  People at the center buy them as gifts for their grandchildren. I hope it will sell as well as the two others but I need help with the crochet work and wish some ladies would be able to collaborate.  

I'm still working on how to hang the bags on this rack.  Hopefully, the problem will be solved by my next post.  Meanwhile, I made new easels for Adi's beautiful paintings. 

 

Until a few days ago we enjoyed a very mild winter but all at once we are going through a very cold and rainy term.   My apartment is warm and cozy, otherwise I wouldn't be able to work or type. Good thing I completed the crochet work. The daycare center too is heated and warm.  There are a lot of people, especially elderly ones, with flu and pneumonia.  It's good I was vaccinated against these diseases in time.

I wish all my dear readers good health and a warm and cozy home.

Hugs!

Cakes and sweets

 Hello dear readers,

Let the new year be a better one than the year before! War and enmities still prevail here, but life must go on.

I'm filling new racks with cakes, cookies, and candies to sweeten the situation  The picture below shows the first model. My friends at the senior day center love the model and from now on we will start working with both sweets and plant racks.

A young girl, who serves a term in doing national service instead of military service at our senior day care center. The girl's name is Adi, the same as my granddaughter's.  Adi was supposed to help me paint the racks. I discovered that she is a very talented painter so now she paints little paintings on egg-carton pieces and I make easels for them from coffee stirrers.  (I'd love to see Monet and Van Gogh's reactions)

The Hanukka bazaar at the center was a great success.  A large quantity of knitted items of clothing,  bags, rugs, and toys were sold.  For the first time, our plants' wooden racks and easels were displayed. They were all sold out.

As usual, I try to make an impact at work on the importance of recycling.  Lovely things can be made from everything around the house..  The sales help the Center purchase materials for giving work and purpose for life to the 200 permanent senior visitors.

Hugs and blessings to you all.