Tuesday August 22nd, 2017

The exercise:

Write two haiku about things that are: in the water.

Took the boys to the splash park this morning. It's amazing how into Miles is. He'll just go right in there and get soaked and start laughing. Jet of water to the face? Hilarious to him.

Max is getting there. I think Miles' enthusiasm helps.

I've been mixed up on my days my whole weekend. Feels like I should be going back to work tomorrow but I get one more day off. It's nice. Different, but nice.


I can do you in
with just the sight of my fin...
what about my grin?

*     *     *

A sunken ship at
the bottom of the sea, home
to rust, gold, and... ME!

Monday August 21st, 2017

The exercise:

Write about something that is: green.

We had local order pickup this afternoon but I didn't have to do too much work, as we're almost finished with berries. Didn't even put them on the list, actually, but we had a customer who wasn't around last weekend who wanted blackberries so we got her some, plus we had a favorite farmers market customer come down from Penticton so we got her some raspberries because we know how much she loves them.

Other than that it was just weighing up peaches, nectarines, and apples and then waiting for customers to arrive.

Or not arrive, as the case may be.

Only one this week. Still one more than I want to deal with. Hopefully she's coming tomorrow to get her stuff though.


It's mine.
Don't you think otherwise.
Back off!
Take your eyes off my prize.

It's clear
For everyone to see:
That girl
Is coming home with me.

Sunday August 20th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: wings.

Had a mostly quiet morning to myself to rest and recover from the last four days. Spent the afternoon with the boys so that Kat could do the same.

It's been much cooler the last few days, which has been an appreciated change. As the days grow shorter heading toward fall the length of the hottest portion of the day grow shorter as well.

Generally it's just a whole lot nicer than those days of 40 plus degrees, and I am clearly looking forward to fall already.


My muscles ache, unused to the demands that I must now make of them. I know they will grow stronger, adjust to the new movements and additional weight, but it will take time.

Patience as well, but I have precious little of that resource to begin with.

It is an honor; I must keep reminding myself of that. I have earned these wings. Through the sweat of hard work and whatever blood shed was required. Those born with wings on their backs have not paid the same price.

But they were born this way, and as such have had a lifetime to grow accustomed to them. To push their limits. Discover their secrets.

I am well behind them now, but I will make up ground quickly. Through hard work, of course. And blood shed?

Yes, almost certainly.

Saturday August 19th, 2017

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: a hard life.

Day got off to a bit of a rough start, having to clean up broken (more like shattered) beer bottles at Lions park. Around a car that was illegally parked in a handicapped spot. Surrounded by several more empty cans. Also found two empty 24 can beer boxes in the ladies washroom.

It was still parked there early afternoon (now with a fashionable parking ticket accessory). I'm pretty sure whoever it was got so drunk last night that they forgot where they left their car. I like picturing them still wandering around town right now.

Anyway. Things improved from there and I got most things I needed to do done before lunch. Made for a relatively relaxed afternoon. Good way to head into my weekend.


Living on the streets,
How did I end up here?
Ah, what do you care?
Pass me another beer.

Friday August 18th, 2017

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about something that is: unprecedented.

This morning seemed to be one of transition. The beaches and parks were extremely quiet, while the roads were extremely busy. By the afternoon traffic had settled down and the beaches and parks had filled up again.

It all worked out fine in the end, was just a bit of a different sort of day.

Day four arrives tomorrow, followed by my weekend. Looking forward to it.


I arrived this morning at the washrooms at our main beach to find something completely unexpected: I could have left without doing any cleaning. The floors and toilets in both the men's and women's sides were okay (that happens occasionally), all four paper towel dispensers didn't need replacements (happens more often than not), and not a single new roll of toilet paper was required (that's 24 rolls between the two sides - that has never happened for me before, not even back in April). I was stunned - delighted, but stunned.

I cleaned both sides anyway, as first thing in the morning is the only time I get to do a proper, full clean without being interrupted, but it was much quicker than usual... and I will gladly take a break like that in mid-August.

Thursday August 17th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: late breaking news.

Work was pretty good. The day passed very quickly at any rate. No major adventures, just trying to stay on top of things.

Also trying to keep the comment backlog here reasonable but that's proving to be a challenge.


Good evening all.
Just a quick heads up:
The world is ending...
So you best get spending.

Buy all that you want:
The cars, the bling, the toys.
The price don't matter now,
So forget the why and the how.

Unaffordable? Who cares?
Soon there will be no one left
To knock on your door to collect
Your massive, out of control debt.

Anyway. Farewell to you
Watching at home -
It's been a wild and crazy ride,
But now it's time to say goodbye...

Wednesday August 16th, 2017

The exercise:

Almost back in the first half of the month, we're returning to The Dream Kingdom today.

Work went fairly well today. Blue skies returned for another visit, which helped a lot. Kind of forgot how hot the sun is when it's not being filtered through a nice, dense layer of smoke though.

Better get this done before sleep wins yet again.


Dylan woke to the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling dirt and tree debris falling away from his eyelashes, and found himself flat on his back looking up at misshapen trees.

No, not misshapen, he realized. Broken. By me. By my fall.

He sat up carefully, groaning as pain shot up his arms when he pushed himself away from the ground. He looked down at his hands and saw that his fingers were still bleeding from where the flying carpet had punctured them.

Stop it, he thought firmly. Stop bleeding.

To his surprise, they did just that.

"Huh," he said. Or tried to. Mostly he just mumbled out bits of the terrain he had landed on. He spent a few moments spitting and wiping his mouth clean. "Bleh. What's that noise?"

The hammering of his heart was still loud in his head but he had finally noticed that there were other sounds nearby. A grinding cacophony was coming from his right, along with what sounded like a waterfall. As he got up to investigate a surge went through his body and he wondered if he was going to faint.

He remained conscious, though he swayed unsteadily for several seconds. Once he felt mostly confident that he could walk, he began to do so. The pounding in his head was unrelenting, and now it felt as though wild electricity was shooting through his veins.

When he reached the crest of the hill he looked down to see an escalator, of sorts. He shook his head to clear his vision but the severely out of place contraption remained. Shortly after that he realized that Olivia, Josh, and Nystor were riding up toward him. He raised his arm to wave to them but then one of the armed statues behind them came to life and began climbing after them. And then another. And another.

"Watch out behind you!"

The three turned and he could hear his friends scream. Maybe Nystor did too. Dylan knew he had to do something to help them, and fast. He looked down at his empty hands.

"Sword." He said it with a confidence that felt out of place in that strange landscape and he felt a tingling like electric shock in his fingertips. Nearly instantaneously a long, heavy sword flickered into existence in his right hand. "Lighter," he grunted and it became easier to hold. He looked toward his friends again to see there were now six armed statues pursuing them. "Another sword."

Armed with blades in both hands he took a deep breath. Just before he began to descend he remembered to imagine one more item into place.