Friday May 6th, 2016

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about a place: where the streets have no name.

It was good to be back at the bakery this morning. My voice held up pretty well, with only the last half hour or so being a struggle.

I ended up spending most of the afternoon resting. Still working on catching up on comments, but at least I've made it into April now. Baby steps!

The plan is to get some garden work done tomorrow. The strawberries are coming on fast - we'll likely be doing our first farmers market of the year in two weeks - and I need to get out there and do my part to make sure the rows are mulched and weeded.


It's pretty fun, sitting here watching the tourists wander in confused circles and asking each other for directions and tearing their maps into shreds. This isn't why I did what I did but it's a fantastic bonus.

No, I did it for the money, plain and simple.

If this city wants all their street signs returned they're going to have to pay me big bucks to dig them out of my basement.


Greg said...

Ah, the Joshua Tree, a favourite album (still) from a long time ago. I suppose at some point someone will say something like "Where the streets have no name... released 30 years ago today" and make us all feel old again. Well done on getting back to the bakery and making it through the day -- I bet it was kind of fun in a way to be back, even if you weren't on top form.
Hah, I like the entrepreneur in your tale today, that's a lot of dedication to go to. I wonder if he's charging the city less than they'd have to pay to remake and reposition all the signs themselves? Plus, the image of the tourists is wonderful!

Where the streets have no name
The boulevards of the elven Kingdom of Kotzfardle are lined with trees that look like willows and sting like nettles. Every avenue looks the same, and there is a strict policy that anyone stepping onto sacred ground must be eaten within 24 hours. There are, surprisingly, street names, but they're hidden amongst the branches of the trees, so there might as well not be. And, of course, the land under the branches of each tree is sacred....

Marc said...

Greg - it was one of my sister's favorite albums as well, I remember listening to it a lot when I was younger.

Yeah, it was definitely fun to be back there. It's a good place to work, with mostly friendly customers and staff who make me laugh regularly.

This sounds like a beautiful and terrifying place to visit. I think I shall just look at pictures and skip seeing it for myself though, just in case :)