The exercise:
Write about: falling.
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Monday September 7th, 2015
The exercise:
Write about: falling.
Spent most of my day with Max. We played in the park for a while, which mostly involved kicking his soccer ball back and forth across the field. But also included some time on the swings and slides. One of which had a rather steep ladder. Which he managed perfectly well going up.
But then he surprised me and wanted to go back down the way we came up, instead of taking the slide. He was already on the first step before I realized what was happening and I thought it was safer to tell him to hold the railing than make a grab for him.
To his credit, he was holding on to the railing when he slipped. It didn't stop him from falling the rest of the way down though. I endured a minor heart attack as I climbed down after him, but he was surprisingly okay after a fairly short cry and a big hug. Just a little bruise on his left arm and a little bump behind his left ear.
And of course he wanted to go right back up there again. I told him I had to come down first, so that I could catch him if he slipped again, and he agreed. But then he got distracted by some rocks on the second step and we eventually just came back down and went back to kicking the ball again.
Parenting a toddler, you guys. Jesus Christ.
Anyway. We went into town and got some groceries and hung out at our favorite coffee shop before I dropped him off at Kat's parents house for an hour or so while I got the barbeque going for dinner. I got him to sleep tonight and ended up falling asleep beside him for about an hour before Kat came in and woke me up.
Right, picture. This is him with the nest we built at the park last week:
He was very proud of it and wanted to use my phone to take some pictures of it. Twenty'ish shots later I had to take my phone back.
Mine:
Slipping,
Losing grip.
Fall in
Slow motion;
Breathing
Comes full stop.
Terror
Grips my blood.
Landing
With a thud.
Silence
Follows and then
Screaming...
His or mine?
Descend,
Hold him tight
Until
The tears stop
And then
Words return,
Followed
By the smile
That brings
My heart back
To life
Once again.
Write about: falling.
Spent most of my day with Max. We played in the park for a while, which mostly involved kicking his soccer ball back and forth across the field. But also included some time on the swings and slides. One of which had a rather steep ladder. Which he managed perfectly well going up.
But then he surprised me and wanted to go back down the way we came up, instead of taking the slide. He was already on the first step before I realized what was happening and I thought it was safer to tell him to hold the railing than make a grab for him.
To his credit, he was holding on to the railing when he slipped. It didn't stop him from falling the rest of the way down though. I endured a minor heart attack as I climbed down after him, but he was surprisingly okay after a fairly short cry and a big hug. Just a little bruise on his left arm and a little bump behind his left ear.
And of course he wanted to go right back up there again. I told him I had to come down first, so that I could catch him if he slipped again, and he agreed. But then he got distracted by some rocks on the second step and we eventually just came back down and went back to kicking the ball again.
Parenting a toddler, you guys. Jesus Christ.
Anyway. We went into town and got some groceries and hung out at our favorite coffee shop before I dropped him off at Kat's parents house for an hour or so while I got the barbeque going for dinner. I got him to sleep tonight and ended up falling asleep beside him for about an hour before Kat came in and woke me up.
Right, picture. This is him with the nest we built at the park last week:
He was very proud of it and wanted to use my phone to take some pictures of it. Twenty'ish shots later I had to take my phone back.
Mine:
Slipping,
Losing grip.
Fall in
Slow motion;
Breathing
Comes full stop.
Terror
Grips my blood.
Landing
With a thud.
Silence
Follows and then
Screaming...
His or mine?
Descend,
Hold him tight
Until
The tears stop
And then
Words return,
Followed
By the smile
That brings
My heart back
To life
Once again.
Sunday November 7th, 2010
The exercise:
T'is that time of year (around here at least). Let's write about: falling back.
I enjoyed my extra hour of sleep last night. I'm not so crazy about it getting dark an hour earlier though.
Writing is... in progress.
Update: day seven. Not entirely pleased with what I wrote today, but those days are bound to happen. Will try for better tomorrow.
Update: day seven. Not entirely pleased with what I wrote today, but those days are bound to happen. Will try for better tomorrow.
Mine:
Tony polished his beloved cherry wood bar and eyed the new guy on stool number five. Hair receding into oblivion, too many pounds around the middle, and a Blackberry glued to his hand, constantly reading and sending messages. The guy obviously needed a drink.
So why was he nursing a Diet Coke?
Tony grabbed a bottle of cheap vodka from under the bar and a shot glass from the dish rack. Maybe the guy's had a bad stretch of luck with money he thought, pouring a generous amount into the glass.
"Here," he said with a smile as he placed the drink on the bar between them. "On the house."
The guy stared at it for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. Tony noticed that his fingers were squeezing the life out of his handheld.
"No thanks," the guy said at last. "I gave that stuff up - don't want to fall back into bad habits, you know?"
"Sure," Tony said, tossing the drink down the sink. "How long you been free?"
"Three weeks, two days, and... eight hours."
"Good for you," Tony said with a nod. "Hang in there. It'll get easier, but not much. Worth it though."
"Sounds like you see a lot of guys like me in here."
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