Wednesday June 28th, 2017

The exercise:

Write something that has to do with: watch out!

Spent most of the day with the boys so that Kat could get some work done. Miles hardly napped (maybe five minutes?) so it was a bit of a long one, but at least that meant he was out for the night fairly early.

Took them for a walk this afternoon by the beach. Would have been a lot nicer if the wind wasn't howling quite so much. They both liked it, up until we got a face full of blown dirt as we headed back up to Main Street. Then Miles was less entertained by the whole thing.

Back to work tomorrow. Not at all looking forward to the next four days, as Canada Day is this Saturday and things are going to be busy with a capital everything.

I will be happy to have it behind me on Sunday night though.


This morning I was in a pharmacy in town with the boys. We needed a couple things for the house, including some razors for Kat.

So there we were in the razors aisle. Miles was in his stroller with Max beside him to my left. I was bent over trying to figure out which brand Kat wanted. There was a lady to my right, also looking at the razors.

She quickly stepped in front of me with a quiet Sorry and ended up between me and the boys. Max's immediate response?

"Woaaah, watch out! There's a baby here!"

My immediate reaction? A startled laugh before burying my face in my hands and muttering Oh my God.

After collecting what she wanted she crossed in front of me again, while turning to give Max an amused Sorry. I managed to tell her something along the lines of That's quite all right.

Oh, the things kids will say in public that will make you want to disappear...

And yes, I am very much aware that much, much worse than that is in store for me in the coming years.

Tuesday June 27th, 2017

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: closing time.

Had our final strawberry U-pick of the year this afternoon. Had enough people show up to make it worth doing. And now we can shift our focus to other things, as a good portion of our week has just been freed up.

We'll still be doing local orders for fruit and berries but it'll be just one day each week and there will be no U-picking involved. Our customer email list has definitely grown a lot as a result of doing this, so I guess we'll see how many of those people stick around for things like apricots and peaches and apples.

Going to try to catch up on some comments in the next few days so that we can get to the yearlong prompt before this month slips out the back door.


It's closing time, gents!
One last call for alcohol...
you sorry bastards.

*     *     *

Lock the doors, shut the
blinds. Work is done for today...
Don't look so happy.

Monday June 26th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: hide and seek.

Family trip to the beach this morning. Visit with friends this afternoon. BBQ salmon and potatoes for dinner.

Good day off.


"All right buddy, I've got a few minutes before work. What do you want to do?"

"Hide and seek!"

"Sure, we can play a quick game of hide and seek. I'll count and you hide, okay?"


"No? You want to count and I'll hide?"


"... then how are we going to play?"

"We're already playing, Dada."

"We are?"

"Uh huh. I already hid your car keys - now you have to seek them!"

Sunday June 25th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about something that is: burning.

U-Pick went pretty well today. Plus we had some pre-picked cherries for sale, which a lot of people were happy to see. And buy. And eat.

You get the idea.

I think I've been out in the sun too much the last few days, as I wasn't feeling particularly good this afternoon. A little nap seemed to help, along with lots of water.

It's after midnight as I type this and the house is still hot.

I guess summer has arrived.


"What's that smell?"

"I don't smell anything."

"Is something burning in the kitchen?"


"You're sure about that?"

"Uh huh."

"I'm going to check anyway."

"Knock yourself out."

"Damn it, John! All I asked you to do was boil some water!"

Saturday June 24th, 2017

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: a scholar and a gentleman.

Yup, fourth night of working seems to be sleepy night. I should really get my act together and start scheduling posts for those days.

Anyway. Today was a much better day than yesterday. Hot, though. And without an air conditioned office to clean at the end of my shift because it's the weekend, I was starting to suffer pretty good toward the end.

But I survived. Now to get through tomorrow morning's U-Pick (in more hot weather) and then I can hide in the shade for the next three and a half days.


The scholar sent an invitation to his seminar
On Strange Words and How They Were Defined.
The gentleman, who was terribly flattered,
Thanked him kindly and then, politely, declined.

Friday June 23rd, 2017

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: cleaning up.

I'm not quite sure what I want to share about my morning at work. I'd rather not get into the details, both because they're gross and because I'd rather not think about them. So I'll just say this: cleaning the men's washroom at the main beach took me an hour and fifteen minutes this morning.

Usually? That's a thirty minute job, tops.

Here's hoping tomorrow morning sees a better start to the day.

If nothing else, at least it will be my Friday.


The beard is gone, the clothes are new. A tidy, respectable haircut. Subtle hints of cologne waft through the air.

Yeah, he cleans up pretty nicely.

Thursday June 22nd, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: the rescue.

Max had his final day of playschool this morning. They celebrated the end of the year by having a get together at the splash park and I managed to drop by for a bit - mostly to visit but also to check on the washrooms there.

With parents invited, and many of the kids having younger siblings, it was a busy scene. Kinda glad I had work as an excuse to not stay longer. The boys had fun though, so that's good. Plus plans are in the works for play dates with Max's classmates, which is exciting news.


I don't know what you're doing here. What do you hope to accomplish? Looks like a right proper waste of time to me - yours and mine.

Fine, go on then. Speak your piece. And then you'll be welcome to shut the hell up or leave me the hell alone. Whichever you prefer, yeah?

Hey, miss? Yeah, we'll have another pitcher. Thanks. No need for a second glass - she won't be staying long. I don't think she'd like this stuff anyway. Not an appreciator of fine beverages like myself, know what I'm saying?

What's that? Oh, you're still talking. Bloody hell, you're right full of hot air tonight, aren't ya? Well of course I wasn't listening! You're just here to hear yourself talk, ain't ya? Surely you weren't expecting me to listen to whatever garbage you're spewing?

Go on home, then. There's still time for you to salvage your night. Go catch a movie or chat with one of your girlfriends or whatever it is you do that ain't drinking. Just go, all right?

You should know better by now - you can't save me from myself.