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Monday, May 25, 2020

Paper And An Ancient Art by BJ Neblett

Paper And An Ancient Art by BJ Neblett

Funny what being stuck home alone can bring out in a man. Kinda like recovering from an illness, except when you are sick people come to visit and bring you presents. Which makes me think of being 9 and having the chicken pox or mumps or some childhood plague and my father bringing me a plastic model car to build. If this lock down lasts any longer maybe I should dig out my old model stash and...
But I digress.
A few years ago I was bored (Read: retired from radio and not working) and took an origami class. I've always been very good with my hands and if you read my books, you know I have a vivid imagination, two great assets for an origami-est. (Not sure if that's a word). I found I had a knack for the ancient art, and I still enjoy the occasional paper folding session, although it's surprising how much your fingers forget while inactive. Origami is a great ice breaker and party conversation starter, not to mention it's a great way to impress the ladies. Below are few examples of my efforts over the years.


A couple of traditional swans, one of the first things you learn in origami class. Although, I'm not sure why they teach you this right off as they are a bit more involved than some other figures. But it is a good thing to know when dining in Japanese restaurants, as fashioning one is always good for a free side of something!






Hand made holiday items are always popular. Here are some Easter critters, three colorful peeps and a bunny made from a dollar bill.





     


Here's a neat little Christmas tree I made for my friend Alissa. As you can see, it brightened up the celebration we shared at a local coffee shop that year. I am told by purists that using more than one piece of paper and/or different objects, such as popsicle sticks is cheating. But who cares? Look how cute!


Ladies love flowers and these lilies are no exception. They are actually of my own design, involved and have a crazy amount of tiny folds. The bouquet below was for Alissa's birthday.

   
                                                                       

    Sometimes I surprise even myself. The two cool planes were designed my me in a folding frenzy. The red fighter is a Star Wars inspired space fighter. The other is a pretty cool rendition of a modern day stealth. To say I was in the zone that day would be an understatement. Try as I may, I've never been able to duplicate it!                                                                          



A couple of more animals.

Here we have a Dachshund I fashioned out of two pieces of paper while bored at work. A few days later I was really bored and gave him a red LED nose. It lights and flashes when you squeeze his tail!



Turkey anyone? Another center piece I figured out myself for the holidays. It is all one piece as are all of my creations except as noted. However I did take the liberty of cutting his tail feathers to make him look more attractive to the hen turkeys!







Here we have a dragon of sorts. Not sure if I was aiming for a dragon or not, but hey, he looks pretty good.



This little guy is a seal, an early creation while I was still taking lessons. Still holding up pretty well, despite his age.








One of my favorites, a cool little penguin. He is surprisingly easy to make, and using the double sided paper brings out his tuxedo! He's another favorite with the ladies.






If I look around a bit I'm sure I can find more, but I think you get the idea. Hope you enjoyed and I haven't bored you too much. Origami is a fun, relaxing pastime, that can be easily learned from any of the instructional books available, or on-line sites. Great for family projects. I just hope my publisher doesn't see the results of the last couple of hours when I should have been writing. Which reminds me, I fashioned three miniature examples of my books complete with front covers to go along with my bobble-head. But that's a blog for another time. Back to writing!
Peace,
BJ

Thursday, June 26, 2014

6*24*14 by BJ Neblett

After enjoying this personal account of some of my recent adventures, please click on the image to the right. It will take you to my new romance story Tulips, now available in the July issue of Romance Magazine (Vol 2 No 6) through Amazon. And be sure to check out all of my stories in other issues of Romance Magazine.
BJ

6*24*14
BJ Neblett
© 2014

            The Bud Light wasn’t very cold. Then again, I’ve never been much of a beer drinker. But it’s her favorite and I wanted everything to be perfect. Even though I had managed to blow the best thing to ever come my way, not once or twice but three times, it still was our anniversary. I had flowers delivered to her at work: six orange and red flamed tulips surrounding a single yellow rose. I wondered how the arrangement turned out – the man at Ballard Blossoms failed to e mail me a picture as he promised. And I wondered about her reaction.
            6 PM. I loaded my butt onto the #44 bus, transferring to the #16 in Wallingford. It was the first time I’d been back since we played our final pick-up game last September. The old deserted ball field held many ghost. The one that had haunted me this past year lived over my shoulder in left field, out of reach, but never out of my mind.
            After a stroll around the infield, and a stop to scratch our initials in the dirt, I settled into the third base bleachers. Gazing out onto the sun bleached field, I could see her ponytail as it bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun.
            “Nice catch… and very nice throw…”
            “Thanks…”
            “Hi, I haven’t seen you here before, have I?”
            …You’re the cutest thing I ever did see/Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree…
            It wasn’t my ring tone announcing an incoming call – I wished it was – the alarm on my cell phone pulled me from my thoughts: 7:02 PM, exactly. I opened the small lunch tote and retrieved two Bud Light cans. The ice pack had kept them somewhat chilled. But more importantly, the single orange and red flamed tulip was still fresh and perfect. It smelled like summer.
            I had run this moment over in my mind’s eye a hundred times, covering every situation; every possible conversation; every conceivable scenario:
            “Oh, my God, you came…”
            “I can’t believe I’m here…”
            “I’m glad you are…”
            “I’m sorry it took so long…”
            “It doesn’t matter how you got here, Ponytail just that you are here…”
            “So, now what…?”
            Good question, now what? 7:05 PM. I looked around. Except for a couple walking their dog and some kids playing Frisbee I was all alone.
            I popped the top of a beer, offering it to the empty seat next to me along with the tulip. The second can fizzed and foamed as I pulled back the tab. “It’s been one hell of a year,” I said aloud, toasting the air. “Here’s to you, Ponytail. Thanks for coming into my life.”
            I watched as the last 365 days of my life played before me: every day; every minute; every word; every smile; every movement; every touch; every sparkle of her dazzling, expressive eyes; every faltering and fumbling attempt to communicate my feelings. It was as fresh and as real and as beautiful and as painful as ever.
            8:40 PM. A final rehearsed scene took center stage:
            “Why did you come here?”
            “Isn’t this the sort of thing hopeless romantics do? Besides, I needed an ending for Ponytail, the story I wrote for you about how we met.”
            I placed the tulip on the gate at the entrance to the field and left.
            I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. Fool sits right up there at the top of the list. I believe in love. I believe in love at first sight. I believe love is blind and ageless. I believe in soul mates. I believe a heart can break. I believe a heart can be mended. I believe in second, and third and eighteenth chances. I believe in never saying, “Uncle!” I believe in fairy tales. I believe in dreams coming true. I believe in happily ever after. If this makes me a fool, then a fool I’ll proudly be.
            But I re-discovered three things about myself tonight, sitting there alone in the bleachers, staring out onto the field, thinking; remembering; imagining:
            1) I am a hopeless romantic.
            2) A hopeless romantic is a pretty cool and amazing thing to be.
            3) I still don’t care much for the taste of beer.

BJ Neblett
June 24, 2013 – June 24, 2014