Write about something or someone that is: out of place.
Had a quick harvest for the bakery this morning before getting some things done around the house. After I got Max down for his nap after lunch I went into town to do the delivery and run a couple errands.
Things are definitely slowing down around here. It's nice.
So, of course, we're going away next Tuesday to the Lower Mainland. Just, you know, to tighten the schedule up around here.
Also for Kat to attend a training session for her new teaching job that she can finally start doing now that the BC teachers strike is over, as of tonight. It's a position with the local learning center (based out of OK Falls) for homeschooled children which, at two days per week, is pretty ideal winter work.
Also, also: it'll be good to visit friends while we're there too.
I don't belong here.
The realization was as true as it was painful. I didn't let it show, or at least I tried not to. Those savages were drawn to weakness like sharks to blood in the water.
But they knew, some of them anyway. They must have sensed it. Maybe I started walking differently, my shoulders hunching without my noticing, my body instinctively drawing in to protect itself. Or it could have been something I said.
Or didn't say, more likely. I remember trying to disappear into silence on more than a few occasions.
Whatever it was, the abuse increased steadily after my gloomy light bulb went on. Verbal, mostly, but of course there was a physical aspect to it as well. There always is, isn't there?
High school has its rules, after all.