Buddha in the sky
fiction
edward w pritchard
Bud had few friends but those that he had often told him he looked like the Buddha. The very fat friendly one for Bud had gained an enormous amount of weight and had trouble running the small construction company he owned and managed. With the heat of the Summer and the demands of the physical labor of the home improvement business Bud began to lose jobs because he couldn't manage his crews and could no longer swing a hammer himself because of the excess weight he carried.
One hot July day down in Hartville, tearing out a porch Bud had enough. He was sitting on top of the job, on a small roof overhang, supervising his crew, in the very hot Sun and he decided not to come down from the roof ever.
The owner's of the house he was working on were progressive people and with Bud's
Buddha like appearance, and the fact that Bud began to give advice on spiritual matters to passers by on the main street through the town of Hartville, the homeowners allowed Bud to stay permanently of the second floor overhang of their house.
Bud awoke very early in the morning and commuters in cars along the main road, 619, that ran very close to the house, where he now stayed at, would stop and give him rice or other food. For the rest of the day Bud would give advice to anyone that asked. In time people would line up along the main road to speak to Bud. Although that caused some traffic congestion the local authorities took the inconvenience in stride.
Because of the heat on the roof and the direct sunlight that struck Bud throughout the day, Bud began to wear an orange flowing robe that one of the advice seekers gave to him.
Sitting on a small sloped roof, about fifteen feet above the busy street of 619, dressed in flowing orange robes, the fat and happy former construction company owner, formerly named Bud, would provide spiritual solace to the Commuters of Hartville, Ohio.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
a complete and productive workout
a complete and productive workout
fiction
edward w pritchard
I forgave my husband of sixteen years for getting involved with the lady assistant principal at the school where he taught. I admit I was surprised by the type of woman he choose to replace me with. He had told me for years and years he preferred a demur lady, which I always was. His new friend was tall and broad and assertive and rather loud.
After my divorce for two years I went to gym and read Fitness and Prayer health magazine and followed the advice in the articles on how to build my muscles and body in a christian friendly way. For me however, my results were not what I wanted and certainly not up to the typical results achieved by other readers of Fitness and Prayer magazine.
In desperation and wishing a change I began to work around my neighbors farm with a spud bar. It's a six foot long crow bar used for prying out stumps. It weighs about 20 pounds and it gives a vigorous workout as one tries to remove stubborn stumps from the heavy soil. Over a summer I developed muscles like never before and I began to look like the female fitness models in Fitness and Prayer. Of course I continued to read Fitness and Prayer and to follow it's dietary recommendations and to ask God for his blessing with my health regime.
It wasn't until I began the spud bar routine that I began to make rapid progress as a bodybuilder and power lifter. Every other day, except Sunday, I would spend two or three hot and sweaty hours per day prying up stumps and fighting roots in the boiling sun. I would supplement my endeavor with the ladies three day weekly workout from Fitness and Prayer magazine. Twice per day I have a Moses power hour shake with bit of creatine. [see Maggi's diet, supplements and exercises and spud bar routine on line at Fitness and Prayer,, issue 89 September 2010] editor
I credit my success as a weight lifter to my work with a spud bar removing stumps/ Try it
Maggi Regozzi
fiction
edward w pritchard
I forgave my husband of sixteen years for getting involved with the lady assistant principal at the school where he taught. I admit I was surprised by the type of woman he choose to replace me with. He had told me for years and years he preferred a demur lady, which I always was. His new friend was tall and broad and assertive and rather loud.
After my divorce for two years I went to gym and read Fitness and Prayer health magazine and followed the advice in the articles on how to build my muscles and body in a christian friendly way. For me however, my results were not what I wanted and certainly not up to the typical results achieved by other readers of Fitness and Prayer magazine.
In desperation and wishing a change I began to work around my neighbors farm with a spud bar. It's a six foot long crow bar used for prying out stumps. It weighs about 20 pounds and it gives a vigorous workout as one tries to remove stubborn stumps from the heavy soil. Over a summer I developed muscles like never before and I began to look like the female fitness models in Fitness and Prayer. Of course I continued to read Fitness and Prayer and to follow it's dietary recommendations and to ask God for his blessing with my health regime.
It wasn't until I began the spud bar routine that I began to make rapid progress as a bodybuilder and power lifter. Every other day, except Sunday, I would spend two or three hot and sweaty hours per day prying up stumps and fighting roots in the boiling sun. I would supplement my endeavor with the ladies three day weekly workout from Fitness and Prayer magazine. Twice per day I have a Moses power hour shake with bit of creatine. [see Maggi's diet, supplements and exercises and spud bar routine on line at Fitness and Prayer,, issue 89 September 2010] editor
I credit my success as a weight lifter to my work with a spud bar removing stumps/ Try it
Maggi Regozzi
Friday, June 18, 2010
unemployment
unemployment
fiction
edward w pritchard
No one expects to be sick unless they are sickly, which sometimes starts in childhood and it's sad if you know and care for someone who is sick a lot. If you are healthy and strong you jump off of small ledges and shake a stick at snakes on the trail and sometimes push your chin at a bully who threatens or intimidates others.
Companies now a days won't talk civilly to unemployed workers. They behave in a high handed way and hire special recruiters to not return phone calls and then obtusely only do hiring synthetically only over the internet.
Those same companies want and expect everyone to be their jolly old customers however. They sponsor a couple of little league teams, which is good, and then tramp around in their yellow tee shirts with their company name on it and carry a coffee mug with their company logo on it and everything is hunky dorry, they think.
That's not enough. Unemployed people are like sick people, at least temporarily, maybe for a few years. Companies if they expect all of us to be their loyal customers have to be above board, take the high road, at all times, and be responsible caring citizens. If companies are not, and you find out, stick your chin out at them and don't go to their stores. Support the army of the unemployed even if by the grace of God you aren't currently in their ranks.
Don't patronize a company who is crummy in it's hiring practices and tell others to shun and avoid them also. Ask not for whom the unemployment bell tolls, it tolls for thee. Solidarity and compassion.
fiction
edward w pritchard
No one expects to be sick unless they are sickly, which sometimes starts in childhood and it's sad if you know and care for someone who is sick a lot. If you are healthy and strong you jump off of small ledges and shake a stick at snakes on the trail and sometimes push your chin at a bully who threatens or intimidates others.
Companies now a days won't talk civilly to unemployed workers. They behave in a high handed way and hire special recruiters to not return phone calls and then obtusely only do hiring synthetically only over the internet.
Those same companies want and expect everyone to be their jolly old customers however. They sponsor a couple of little league teams, which is good, and then tramp around in their yellow tee shirts with their company name on it and carry a coffee mug with their company logo on it and everything is hunky dorry, they think.
That's not enough. Unemployed people are like sick people, at least temporarily, maybe for a few years. Companies if they expect all of us to be their loyal customers have to be above board, take the high road, at all times, and be responsible caring citizens. If companies are not, and you find out, stick your chin out at them and don't go to their stores. Support the army of the unemployed even if by the grace of God you aren't currently in their ranks.
Don't patronize a company who is crummy in it's hiring practices and tell others to shun and avoid them also. Ask not for whom the unemployment bell tolls, it tolls for thee. Solidarity and compassion.
Monday, June 14, 2010
six weeks in a balloon part 2
six weeks in a balloon part 2
fiction edward w pritchard
see part 1-[same as first paragraph]
Jersey spent six weeks peacefully floating along in her hot air balloon observing humanity as it went about it's daily rituals and routines. It was comfortable and safe in the basket and once Jersey acclimated herself to the minor inconveniences she began to enjoy watching the people below as they went about the scurrying of their lives.
the couple-preparing to carry on the species
The young man took his time at his fishing. He had set up the tools carefully on the picnic table near the lake and finally was prepared for the first cast. He had learned the technique as a young child and he was skillful at the casting and reeling. He was oblivious to the walkers behind him on the path along the Lake and the two young dawdling attractive women pushing the baby in a stroller didn't catch his eye.
His girl friend moved closer out of instinct and he handed her the pole. She cast carefully placing the lure skillfully into the water. She handed the rod back to him and stood about five feet away and watched him with the fishing. He glanced at her and smiled a little. She was dressed simply, in a too long of a pair of the Bermuda style shorts and tennis shoes and a modest shirt. Still she was beautiful through the face and eyes and the short red hair was professionally cut and styled. The girl watched the forearms and wrists as the man fished and sometimes carried something to him from the supplies that she reorganized occasionally.
In a few weeks the man would propose marriage and the young lady would accept and over a few years two or three healthy children would be born.
end part 2
fiction edward w pritchard
see part 1-[same as first paragraph]
Jersey spent six weeks peacefully floating along in her hot air balloon observing humanity as it went about it's daily rituals and routines. It was comfortable and safe in the basket and once Jersey acclimated herself to the minor inconveniences she began to enjoy watching the people below as they went about the scurrying of their lives.
the couple-preparing to carry on the species
The young man took his time at his fishing. He had set up the tools carefully on the picnic table near the lake and finally was prepared for the first cast. He had learned the technique as a young child and he was skillful at the casting and reeling. He was oblivious to the walkers behind him on the path along the Lake and the two young dawdling attractive women pushing the baby in a stroller didn't catch his eye.
His girl friend moved closer out of instinct and he handed her the pole. She cast carefully placing the lure skillfully into the water. She handed the rod back to him and stood about five feet away and watched him with the fishing. He glanced at her and smiled a little. She was dressed simply, in a too long of a pair of the Bermuda style shorts and tennis shoes and a modest shirt. Still she was beautiful through the face and eyes and the short red hair was professionally cut and styled. The girl watched the forearms and wrists as the man fished and sometimes carried something to him from the supplies that she reorganized occasionally.
In a few weeks the man would propose marriage and the young lady would accept and over a few years two or three healthy children would be born.
end part 2
6 weeks in a balloon
6 weeks in a balloon
fiction
edward w pritchard
Jersey spent six weeks peacefully floating along in her hot air balloon observing humanity as it went about it's daily rituals and routines. It was comfortable and safe in the basket and once Jersey acclimated herself to the minor inconveniences she began to enjoy watching the people below as they went about the scurrying of their lives.
end part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
Jersey spent six weeks peacefully floating along in her hot air balloon observing humanity as it went about it's daily rituals and routines. It was comfortable and safe in the basket and once Jersey acclimated herself to the minor inconveniences she began to enjoy watching the people below as they went about the scurrying of their lives.
end part 1
Saturday, June 12, 2010
portraits of women part 3
portraits of women part 3
fiction
edward w pritchard
see part 1 and 2 april 25,2010
old woman talking
The old woman was driving in the old car with her daughter. Her lower jaw seemed to unhinge unnaturally as she continued the tirade. Although I couldn't hear her, approaching opposite in my own car, she grew quickly tedious to my being; her daughter however patiently endured, at least that was my perception in our five second acquaintance.
fiction
edward w pritchard
see part 1 and 2 april 25,2010
old woman talking
The old woman was driving in the old car with her daughter. Her lower jaw seemed to unhinge unnaturally as she continued the tirade. Although I couldn't hear her, approaching opposite in my own car, she grew quickly tedious to my being; her daughter however patiently endured, at least that was my perception in our five second acquaintance.
Friday, June 11, 2010
the newspaper owner's wife
the newspaper owner's wife
fiction
edward w pritchard
The newspaper owners wife was very wealthy, had a good heart and liked to keep busy. Her charity work expanded as her fortune multiplied following her husband's death and to separate her time in her gardens and with her dogs from the day to day business of her charities and foundations she bought a building to house her charitable offices and staffs in. Being a good local booster she bought a white elephant style building that had been listed a long time and wouldn't sell. It was on campus but even the university wouldn't buy it with endowment funds. It was an old building previously owned by a 19th century fraternal civic group, who were a little eccentric in their time, and the building was now said to be haunted; at least that is what the listing agents said who couldn't sell it for so so long. If it was haunted it was the pipes and the electrical wiring for they were in sorry shape. The building did have it's amenities and one was a stage on the third floor previously used for initiation ceremonies by the fraternal organization.
In time spirits began to read newspaper clippings to the foundation founder as she watched the stage from the comfortable seats in the audience. Each ghost of the dead members of the long gone fraternal organization would enthusiastically but soto voce recite the news of one day from the long life of the founder, as she sat comfortably in the audience. Since she was nearly seventy there were a variety of newspaper clippings to hear and the actors on the stage although long dead, would each day give a spirited performance. Despite her attachment to her gardens and her dogs at home the wealthy woman enjoyed going to work every day and was sad when the readings from the stage ended for the day for the troupe of dead members of the fraternal organization were strict followers of the rules of the actors guild and only gave one performance per day.
end part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
The newspaper owners wife was very wealthy, had a good heart and liked to keep busy. Her charity work expanded as her fortune multiplied following her husband's death and to separate her time in her gardens and with her dogs from the day to day business of her charities and foundations she bought a building to house her charitable offices and staffs in. Being a good local booster she bought a white elephant style building that had been listed a long time and wouldn't sell. It was on campus but even the university wouldn't buy it with endowment funds. It was an old building previously owned by a 19th century fraternal civic group, who were a little eccentric in their time, and the building was now said to be haunted; at least that is what the listing agents said who couldn't sell it for so so long. If it was haunted it was the pipes and the electrical wiring for they were in sorry shape. The building did have it's amenities and one was a stage on the third floor previously used for initiation ceremonies by the fraternal organization.
In time spirits began to read newspaper clippings to the foundation founder as she watched the stage from the comfortable seats in the audience. Each ghost of the dead members of the long gone fraternal organization would enthusiastically but soto voce recite the news of one day from the long life of the founder, as she sat comfortably in the audience. Since she was nearly seventy there were a variety of newspaper clippings to hear and the actors on the stage although long dead, would each day give a spirited performance. Despite her attachment to her gardens and her dogs at home the wealthy woman enjoyed going to work every day and was sad when the readings from the stage ended for the day for the troupe of dead members of the fraternal organization were strict followers of the rules of the actors guild and only gave one performance per day.
end part 1
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