The exercise:
Write about: a mistake.
Wednesday May 20th, 2020
The exercise:
Write about something that is: preventative.
Not a day goes by that I am not grateful for living where I do during this pandemic and not, say, a couple hundred kilometers to the south...
Write about something that is: preventative.
Not a day goes by that I am not grateful for living where I do during this pandemic and not, say, a couple hundred kilometers to the south...
Sunday May 17th, 2020
The exercise:
May we have Hindsight?
Yes, we May.
Mine:
So Quebec City with Serena was fun for the first week. She taught me all sorts of things to say in French - most of which earned me odd looks from the locals, but I think that was just because my accent wasn't very good.
We ate a lot of good food at a lot of fancy restaurants. Serena kept insisting that we tell each place that it was one of our birthdays so that we'd get free desserts with lit candles on them. I went along with it because, to be honest, that was something I always wanted to do - I just never had a girl that was willing to do it with me. Until Serena.
Toward the end of the second week, though, things started to be less fun. Serena would get upset any time I tried making plans for after we got back home. I thought she just wanted to live in the moment, to be in Quebec City right up until we weren't in Quebec City anymore. Which, hey, right on, you know?
But then on what was supposed to be our second last night there, her brother's car was stolen. The police found it the next day in the parking lot of an abandoned factory, burned to a crisp. And I thought maybe we might be stuck there for a little longer than expected, and maybe I should call the nursing home to let them know what was going on.
And that was right around the time the fireworks incident happened.
May we have Hindsight?
Yes, we May.
Mine:
So Quebec City with Serena was fun for the first week. She taught me all sorts of things to say in French - most of which earned me odd looks from the locals, but I think that was just because my accent wasn't very good.
We ate a lot of good food at a lot of fancy restaurants. Serena kept insisting that we tell each place that it was one of our birthdays so that we'd get free desserts with lit candles on them. I went along with it because, to be honest, that was something I always wanted to do - I just never had a girl that was willing to do it with me. Until Serena.
Toward the end of the second week, though, things started to be less fun. Serena would get upset any time I tried making plans for after we got back home. I thought she just wanted to live in the moment, to be in Quebec City right up until we weren't in Quebec City anymore. Which, hey, right on, you know?
But then on what was supposed to be our second last night there, her brother's car was stolen. The police found it the next day in the parking lot of an abandoned factory, burned to a crisp. And I thought maybe we might be stuck there for a little longer than expected, and maybe I should call the nursing home to let them know what was going on.
And that was right around the time the fireworks incident happened.
Wednesday May 13th, 2020
The exercise:
Write about: the disappearance.
Hindsight either tomorrow (ehhhhh...) or Sunday (more likely).
Write about: the disappearance.
Hindsight either tomorrow (ehhhhh...) or Sunday (more likely).
Monday May 11th, 2020
The exercise:
Write about: the after.
Well, I suppose the last two prompts wouldn't really be complete without my before and after. So here's the before, taken last Sunday:
And here's the after, taken last Wednesday (I wanted a picture after it had grown in a little... the one I took on Sunday was a little startling... though probably mostly for its newness):
I'd been thinking about doing it for weeks and it finally got to the point where I couldn't handle the length anymore. I've considered doing it in the past as well - probably coming closest when I was in Malta at the end of my six month backpacking trip to Europe. There was a guy staying at the hostel who had clippers and I'd just had my haircut and I wasn't happy with it.
I chickened out then, but not this time. Though, to be fair, I probably won't be seeing too many people in person before it grows all the way back.
Assuming I don't decide to just keep it this way...
Write about: the after.
Well, I suppose the last two prompts wouldn't really be complete without my before and after. So here's the before, taken last Sunday:
And here's the after, taken last Wednesday (I wanted a picture after it had grown in a little... the one I took on Sunday was a little startling... though probably mostly for its newness):
I'd been thinking about doing it for weeks and it finally got to the point where I couldn't handle the length anymore. I've considered doing it in the past as well - probably coming closest when I was in Malta at the end of my six month backpacking trip to Europe. There was a guy staying at the hostel who had clippers and I'd just had my haircut and I wasn't happy with it.
I chickened out then, but not this time. Though, to be fair, I probably won't be seeing too many people in person before it grows all the way back.
Assuming I don't decide to just keep it this way...
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