If we were having coffee today I’d apologize for my recent absence. We’ve had a lot going on these past few weeks and it was difficult to find the time to sit down and share a little of what was going on.
Let that sink in for a minute. Amputations.
If we were having coffee today I’d apologize for my recent absence. We’ve had a lot going on these past few weeks and it was difficult to find the time to sit down and share a little of what was going on.
If we were having coffee today I’d have to tell you about my daughter’s recent award. Well, it wasn’t a formal award. It was more a bit of recognition from one of her students. As you can see from this picture, it was an homage in the form of a 10 reasons list. It brought tears to my eyes.
I posted this on Facebook at first. It got a lot of likes and a few comments mentioning that we, her parents, had done such a good job. Sure, we enrolled her in dance. We paid for it. We rallied through rehearsals and competitions. We volunteered where we could and continued to encourage her. But, seriously, that is just the tip of the iceberg. It’s a good metaphor. Beyond all of that, lies the truth. She worked hard. She formed and molded, she learned, she studied, she practiced, and she focused. She did everything she could. This is all her.
We’ve seen a lot of dancers come and go, a lot of them very dedicated dancers too. A very few have progressed to the level Audrey currently enjoys. In short, most of those past dancers burned out. Audrey continues to flourish.
I’ve seen her take recital classes of tiny dancers, four and five years old, who most teachers feel lucky if they manage to go through most of the motions and make her dancers actually dance. They stand out. Where others see a bunch of little kids who find it hard to keep focused longer than five minutes, Audrey sees a class she can teach and then she motivates them to learn. She is a master teacher, one who makes it fun while instilling knowledge and skill. Little students love her and older students love her even more.
It hasn’t been easy for her. She’s short. The common perception about “tiny” ballerinas? It’s a myth. Ballerinas need to be at least four or five inches taller than she is. Almost always. But she learned and practiced and applied herself. And she thinks dance, a skill she very early figured out makes her an exceptional choreographer.
She’s done some remarkable things too. Did you know that she was the first person at Duke University to earn an official Bachelor’s degree in Dance? The first. Their department had a dance minor for a long time and she was a dance minor her first year. But while Audrey was there, they upgraded the program and she was the first declared dance major. She’s concentrated on teaching but has had some great experiences professionally dancing in a few companies.
Teaching dance pays okay, but most of the time it’s a part-time job. She’s compensated by teaching a lot, sometimes at as many as five or six different studios. That, my friends, is true dedication to her craft. I frankly don’t know how she keeps her schedule straight.
So go back and reread that list after reading this short essay. One could easily change “Jazz” and put in “Ballet” or “Modern” or “Tap.” THAT is my daughter. Her mother and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
Thomas Fenske is a writer and “dance dad” living in North Carolina. You can get more information at http://thefensk.com
If we were having coffee today, I’d realize I hadn’t seen you in a week so I guess I’d simply have to mention my latest review. It’s a little bit of a redo since I’ve already posted about it but consider this: the review was so good, I think it deserves two posts.
If an author is a scone, reviews are the butter and jam. They are a source of validation, although they can sometimes be the source of consternation. The best reviews are unsolicited, but writers can also submit books for review. I hope that doesn’t surprise you but surely you didn’t think those newspaper or magazine book reviews were random, did you? It is always a gamble. Not every book is for every person so you never quite know how your book will be received.
In a way, this was a random review since the reviewer expressed interest in the book. Some reviews, like on Amazon or other sales outlets are pretty much a surprise. “Oooo, look, a new review!” I’ll say when I notice it. But when you submit to a reviewer the waiting game starts. There is a period of anticipation as you wonder, will they like it? Will they not like it? Will the simply post something like, “Meh … yeah, it’s a book,” or “wow, what a lot of words.” But wow, when it is finally out and you read things like, “Thomas Fenske is an incredible talent and an author whose work radiates throughout,” it tends to make one’s heart beat a little harder for a few minutes.
But that’s just me. You can check it out for yourself here.
I guess it sounds like I’m reviewing the review, but really, I’m humbled by the reviewer’s reaction and elated. I want to share it from the highest mountaintop. But I guess quietly talking over a steaming cup of coffee will have to do. Now, for some reason I’m hungry. Scone?
Thomas Fenske is an author living in NC. He encourages you to leave reviews for your reads … they are important to an author. A simple review on Amazon can be a big deal to the success of the book. It doesn’t have to be long, “really enjoyed it” will do. Even “Meh” helps … it’s something of a numbers game.
Check out his web page at http://thefensk.com
If we were having coffee today I’d tell you about the lost dog. It belongs to my son’s family, slipped out a week ago when a gate was apparently left ajar.
Sadly, Bert is a bit long in the tooth, an older dog with a variety of mild illnesses. Partially blind, not too worldly. Poof. Gone.
We’ve joined the search, but I’ve been here before and it is harder than trying to find the proverbial needle in a haystack. We’ve all done all the usual things. It is just amazing how completely they can disappear in such a short period of time. I half-expect them to show up on the island of odd socks or the valley of the missing coat-hangers. They disappear that completely.
They live three towns west of us, and the shelter for that county/town is on the eastern side of town; it is actually closer to us than it is to them. So, we’ve been going to the shelter. There are no happy dogs or cats at the shelter. Excited, yes. Running the gauntlet in the hall of the German Shepherds is evidence of that. There was no Bert, either.
When we first arrived, there was a woman there with a quiet dog sitting patiently by her side. I thought she was perhaps in the midst of adopting. Quite the opposite.
As we returned we witnessed her handing over the leash and walking out the door. The dog moved to follow her, was stopped by the leash, looked back and then forward at the closing door, a look of total confusion on her face. Then we could see a distinct look of realization and resignation flash over her face. Welcome to the shelter, right?
We just lost a dog last July, by natural causes. We have ten cats. We are overrun. But we were sorely tempted by this dog, Daisy.
We followed up on Daisy’s status. She was almost immediately adopted. We’re both happy for her, but we’re also just a little sad. We got totally involved and invested in that few seconds. But we’re both hopeful that she found her forever home.
Bert’s still missing. We’re checking the shelter online now. They update their webpage hourly, which we know for sure now.
You can find out more about Thomas Fenske at http://thefensk.com … the Kindle version of his novel THE FEVER is on sale for $1.99 for the rest of February.
If we were having coffee today I’d apologize and lament my several month’s absence. I’m not quite sure what happened. The WeekendCoffeeShare is sometimes a bit like a meandering river, changing course with little to no notice. Plus, I was fairly diverted through the second half of 2017. The major events were my dog dying in July and my mom passing away in October. At some point I expected I would do a post about the latter (I think I did in fact post about the former), but I never felt quite ready. I still don’t.
Then after a deep sip, I’d go into more recent events.
I had a nasty case of this awful flu that is going around. My lovely bride got it much much worse than me. I hardly ever get sick. I had the flu once in the early eighties. I remember that mostly because of my cat. At some point I had dragged my sorry carcass out of bed to let her in and she came in limping on three legs and bleeding. I remember taking her to the vet and the doctor asking which one was the patient. I must have looked awful. That’s the last time I remember catching the flu.
Oh, there have been other things. I had pertussis in 1999. That’s right. Whooping Cough. I’ll take a bad case of the flu over that. I have no idea where I got it. Luckily, somehow, nobody else in the house got it. It was not confirmed. I went to the doctor with a bad cough. No tests. Got a prescription. But at some point I read up on the symptoms and more than that, heard audio of the resulting coughing spells. THAT is what I had, I have no doubt. Drop to the floor, piss all over yourself, almost suffocate, making that gawd-awful whooping sound as you gag for air … yep.
Had a bout of pneumonia in 2013 too. No cough, no fever, I just couldn’t breath. I work in a 24/7 industry and was working with a team on a worldwide conference call. It was as scheduled software installation project at 2 AM one Sunday. We were behind schedule because a developer was uploading a last minute revised program for me to install on a series of servers. I had felt a little off that day, but with no real symptoms. I felt about the same when I joined the call. Then, while waiting, I simply could not catch my breath. I didn’t have chest pains but that was the first thing I thought of. I went downstairs from my home office and took a full-strength aspirin. I struggled to get back up the stairs and sent the project manager a quick note: “I have to leave.”
I quickly explained the situation. Protocol usually means I need to find my own replacement or call my supervisor. She would have none of that and said, “we’ll cancel and reschedule …. go wake up your wife right this minute and go to the hospital.”
When we got to the ER, they put me on a heart monitor but the ER doctor pretty quickly decided on a chest X-Ray. They were going to give me an aspirin too. I told them I already took one. “A baby aspirin isn’t going to do it, you need a full aspirin.”
“I took a full aspirin!”
The doctor was impressed. I remember thinking, “what, they think they’re playing with kids?”
The X-Ray showed a pretty significant chest blockage, confirming pneumonia. I responded pretty well to whatever antibiotics they gave me and went home the next day. After waiting all day to take a treadmill test (they just wouldn’t let up on the heart thing). That was the first time I had stayed overnight in the hospital since … well, I remember the premier of Bewitched was on TV the last time. Seriously.
Anyway, we are both on the mend … and I’m happy to be back.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina. http://thefensk.com
The Kindle version of his debut novel, THE FEVER, is on sale this week … 25% off. This would be a great time for you to Catch The Fever.
If we were having coffee today I’d be lamenting our lack of coffee sharing lately. I’d end with the “it’s not you, it’s me” explanation.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about, but a few weeks ago I found myself glued to the weather channel watching news about my hometown Houston and Harvey. Then I was closely watching the doings of Irma … and even now, Maria’s course is still a bit of a question mark regarding the NC coast.
Ah, hurricane season. Global Warming? Maybe. I’m not a naysayer but I’m also not firmly in the “we humans are totally screwing up our world” camp either. I think the earth is a much bigger engine than we give it credit for. Sheesh, thirty years ago scientists were saying the exact opposite: we were causing a general cooling trend, possibly starting a new ice age. Nobody made a movie about that though. If you follow planetary astronomy, you’d know that the ice caps on Mars have been in decline as well. We’ve thrown a lot of trash at Mars but I don’t think we’ve created emissions yet. Maybe there are solar causes for some of this? I don’t know.
Nobody talks quite as much about the massive loss of tropical rainforests … probably because they are out of our control. I think they have a bigger effect on the global climate engine. And don’t get me started on contrails … sometimes half the clouds in the sky are contrails. Should be cut emissions? Sure. Couldn’t hurt. Save the rainforests? Definitely. Those are the scrubbers of the emissions. Recycle? Sure. But I had to wonder when my local program started just saying separate THIS, but not that … just put it all together. Okay, makes me wonder if that stuff is actually being recycled. Recycling depends on available markets for the materials. But I still recycle. Why? I have curbside recycling but not curbside garbage pickup. If I recycle, I cut down the solid waste I have to haul to the local garbage place by more than a half. Whatever works, right?
But back to the hurricanes. We’ve always had hurricanes. Ever heard of the port of Indianola? Probably not unless you’re from Texas. Even then, probably not. It was once the second most active port in Texas. It was thriving. It was the county seat. It had a nice huge courthouse. It’s gone. It was destroyed twice in the late 1800s. In the 1870s, it was pretty awful but it was rebuilt. In the 1880s people sort of said, why bother after a massive storm really whacked it hard. All that remains are a few foundations and headstones. The county seat was moved and most of the town was reclaimed by the sea. Granted, if you follow hurricanes and the Texas gulf coast they built the town in the exact worst place. Countless storms, including the massive Carla in 1961 and this year’s Harvey would have hit it again.
I live about 200 miles inland from the NC coast. It’s far enough to not worry too much but close enough to take notice anytime a storm is out there. I’ve lived here almost thirty years … one storm whacked us pretty good inland in the mid-nineties.
Everybody I know in Florida did okay through Irma. Most people I know in Houston came through okay, and those unlucky few are alive and working through the rebuilding process. Global Warming? I don’t know. It seems to me that blaming Global Warming outright for a bad storm season is sort of along the same lines as saying God is punishing us for this or that. It’s just a bad storm season. Keep your eyes on the sky and a few extra cans of something for an emergency. Oh, and coffee. I wish I had a gas stove.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in NC
If we were having coffee today I’d tell you about the dreams. Oh, not any dreams. I guess we all have repetitive dreams, but last night I had more of a repetitive theme dream.
These revolve around finding some hidden section or room of the house. Sometimes it is the current house, sometimes it is some past house, sometimes it is even (this will sound silly) some other dream house, a place that seems familiar from past dreams.
These are funny after I wake up, I mean, the notion that a room or in some cases a vast network of rooms, might exist. I guess psychologists would read a lot into that. Our house is cluttered, I guess deep down maybe I really wish I had extra rooms. It wouldn’t have done much good in last night’s dream, the rooms were cluttered with broken furniture and leftover debris.
This dream even had another level. Not another level to the dream, another level to the rooms. During the dream, after marveling at the find, I later went back and looked a little closer and found a stairway and another set of rooms off to the side and below. I guess within the context of the dream it makes sense. The first one was supposedly outside an upstairs window. When outside I had noticed something hanging near an upstairs window. Later I remembered and sought to go out and take it down. The additional level provided access from below. I didn’t get a chance to do more exploration before waking up.
I have had another series of dreams where there were vast furnished rooms branching off a hidden corner hallway, easily doubling, perhaps tripling the size of the house. Oddly, for some reason, it occurs to me in the dream to go into this area and I keep wondering to myself why I don’t use these rooms more. I had a dream once that a house we had looked at when we were house hunting had a complete and fantastic basement section. The house itself was somewhat lacking for our purposes but this basement section made it a no brainer that we should have bought that house. In the dream, when I found this out, I got miffed at the real estate agent for failing to show us the extra rooms.
Anyway, this was so vivid, it was just on my mind when I woke up. I need to go look around now, to make sure I haven’t missed anything in the twelve years since I moved into this house.
What sort of repetitive dreams do you have?
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina. For information on his writing check out his web page at http://thefensk.com
If we were having coffee today I think I’d finally be willing to tell you about certain aspects of the backstory.
There was recently a national news story floating around concerning some changes in Texas law … you might have seen it, usually mentioning the plan to make it legal to carry swords or something like that. Actually, that might be some sort of loophole, but what it really means is that the stalwart citizens of Texas will soon be allowed to carry knives longer than 5.5 inches. This law has long been on the books. They classified any knife longer than 5.5 inches as a Bowie knife. Although Jim Bowie was a hero of the Alamo and was famous for his larger than usual knife, it has been illegal in Texas for quite some time — that is until this fall.
The current law was a major dramatic component to the backstory of my first novel The Fever. It was based on a real incident I knew about. It resulted in the arrest of the hero, who felt the same way about the irony of Jim Bowie’s knife. This was the catalyst that threw my hero Sam into jail, where he made acquaintance with Slim, the derelict who slowly died in his arms. Ah, but not before revealing his secret. THAT is the other major backstory component, another bit of Texas lore. Slim, it seems, had some personal knowledge of the location of the elusive Sublett mine.
That’s right. And this, my friends, is a true mystery of mythical Texas proportions. Ben Sublett was a real person who lived in West Texas and there are believable reports that he had access to some quantity of gold. The stories go that he would disappear into the wilds of the parched landscape and return with gold. People tried to follow him but to no avail. He supposedly died without revealing the location to anyone. If you google Ben Sublett you will see quite a few websites and articles dedicated to him and his lost gold mine. They all mention pretty much the same details. Like one curious fact … his name was actually William C. Sublett. Not sure where “Ben” came from.
Here are a couple of my favorite links about Ben Sublett:
This one has a picture of a roadside Texas historical marker: http://www.odessahistory.com/subltmkr.htm
A friend pointed out to me that the historical marker in the first link above is just outside a place called Sam’s BBQ … I promise you that name “Sam” is just a coincidence. Still a bit of added irony, no?
Old Ben apparently never got rich from his gold. He seemed content to use it ,subsidize his life, like a sort of nineteenth-century social security. The common thread in all of the stories about him is that he’d disappear and return with gold. People have speculated on its location for over a hundred years. The Guadalupe Mountains seems to be a common landmark, but if it was in the mountain range proper, well that is a National Park now so good luck with that, but there are a lot of possibilities in the general area.
I used both of these things as the core of my story. An almost ridiculous arrest followed by a chance meeting that resulted in a deathbed confession. “THE FEVER” was wedged into the hero’s soul where it smoldered until it became a full-fledged obsession. THAT is what the story is about … a sort of “what would you do?” scenario.
How far would you go to feed your fever?
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in NC. Info on his novels, including THE FEVER, can be found at http://www.thefensk.com Before you buy them, be sure to check out his new video trailers on the videos tab.
It’s actually been almost three weeks but it’s been a hard thing to share. Thanks for the condolences.
She was a big dog, about 100 pounds, so at over 15 years old it wasn’t unexpected. She had slowed down considerably the last few months and it was even worse in her last couple of weeks.
We’ve started to get over the initial sudden shock of her passing. Now it is the little things. Like walking down the pet food aisle … we still have cats … and turning to the dog food and stopping mid-turn. All the usually “going out” times are still a minor struggle, especially coming back from shopping or something when in the past taking her out would be the first thing on my mind when I got home (at her age she couldn’t wait too long between outings).
I had some “jingle bells” attached to her coller so I could hear her getting up, especially in the middle of the night. I keep expecting to hear them, but they aren’t there. Feeding time is a totally different routine. I keep looking at the empty spot on the living room floor where she spent most of her time, expecting her to be there. Even the cats avoided that spot for the longest time.
These and dozens of other minor rememberences will linger, I know. The bigger ones will never go away. She was 100 pounds of pure love.
Thomas Fenske is a writer, living in North Carolina. More information on his novels and cookbook can be found at http://thefensk.com
If we were having coffee today I’d still be giddy about my latest video trailers. I have to admit here and now, I have never much messed with iMovie, but it was my grandson Griffin who showed it to me and inspired me.
Okay, my hand/eye/video coordination is not all that great. But it was young Griffin who showed me that they have movie trailer templates.
I’m sure there are probably a thousand apps that do this, but this was easy, it was already there, and I had a few pictures I hoped would work … took me a few tries to cobble together something visually appealing and somewhat informative. I have to admit that after viewing these I was inclined to buy my own books myself.
So give them a try … I put them together on a link off my page.
(The other is an awesome video by a youtube sensation, Hilah Cooking, who highlighted a dish I created within the pages of my novel The Fever.)
Tell me what you think. Even better, tell me they inspired you to check out my books. I also have a new “Amazon specific” page on my website. Look under “MAIN” on the menu.
In case you are also inspired to buy … I also have a new “Amazon specific” page on my website with links to purchase, share, or even download a sample. Look under “MAIN” on the menu.
Hint: put down your cup before you view the video for A CURSE THAT BITES DEEP.
Thomas Fenske is an author living in North Carolina. His film making career is still a question mark. Find out about his books at http://thefensk.com