Wednesday October 10th, 2012

The exercise:

Write about: the cure.

I spent most of the day hauling squash out of the garden. Though we don't have nearly as much as we did last year, we don't have a team of helpers either, so it's still a lot to get through on my own. Hoping to be finished with them by lunch tomorrow.

As part of the festivities, I got to drive the tractor for the first time in at least a year and a half. Took a while to get reacquainted with the controls, but I managed to get the squash back to Kat's parents house without crashing into any trees.

Also: less than one month to go to the due date.

Mine:

"All right," Harold called out as he shrugged into his winter jacket, "I'm off to see the boys at the Doctor's."

"Have fun and give my best to Rory," his wife replied from the living room, her voice interwoven with the musical notes of her favorite album as they emerged, rather loudly, from their stereo.

Harold descended the front stairs and hung a left, his pace unhurried. Three blocks later he made another left as dark clouds gathered overhead. Snow was just beginning to drift earthward as he pushed through the heavy wooden door of Doctor MacTaggert's.

"Good evening, Harry!"

"Hey Rory," Harold said with a wave in the smiling bartender's direction. "It's good to be back here - I've had one seriously long week."

"Well then it sounds to me," Rory replied as he reached for a bottle of rum, "that you're in need of my secret cure-all."