Sunday February 22nd, 2015

The exercise:

Write about: the hole in the wall.

Had a nice, lazy Sunday with my family. Pancakes and bacon for breakfast, a short walk in the neighbourhood, watched a few videos. Just what the doctor ordered.

Hoping to go for a photography outing tomorrow morning. Will share a few of the results if that happens.

Mine:

"Jeez, Dad... where did you get that hideous painting?"

"It was up in the attic, buried under a box of your mother's clothing. It was the only thing I could find on such short notice."

"There's no way this belonged to Mom... wait, what? Short notice? What was the hurry?"

"I needed to cover the hole in the wall."

"What? A hole in... what happened while I was out? I was only gone for like twenty minutes!"

"Had a little accident. Nothing major, really. The hole isn't even that big, in my opinion."

"Not sure I believe that."

"Huh? Why not?"

"If it's not very big, why rush to cover it up?"

"Oh, well... the voice coming from inside the wall was very adamant about maintaining his privacy."

Monday June 27th, 2011

The exercise:

Today we write about: the hole.

Very full day in the garden. We spent the entire morning harvesting for our local orders (most of that time was spent finding eighteen pounds of strawberries) and then I went back out in the evening to get another spray on our cabbages. It's an organic mixture that helps keep destructive bugs away, which is nice. But the ratio is 10 grams to 10 liters of water, which is... less nice.

On my shoulders, seeing as I'm carrying all this around in a pack strapped to my back.

Anyway. At least it only needs to be applied once a week, rather than every day. That would be a nightmare.

Mine:

"Fill that in."

Lemmy looked over at his supervisor for a moment before inspecting the surrounding area. He scratched his chin, squinted for a few breaths, then gave up.

"Fill what in?" he asked.

"The hole."

"What, the whole hole?" Lemmy was starting to get a headache.

"Are you provoking me on purpose?" his supervisor countered before pointing a rather intimidating finger in Lemmy's direction. "Now grab that damned shovel and get to filling, or I'll grab it and get to hitting."

"Yessir. Right away, sir." Lemmy took hold of the shovel and placed it safely out of his supervisor's reach. "Now, just so we're clear here... you want that hole filled in, wholly and completely?"

"Get to work before I decide to throw you down there and then do the job myself." 

His supervisor's tone made it clear that the fun and games were over. So Lemmy nodded his head and thrust his shovel into the mound of dirt on the edge of the meteor crater. This, he suspected, was going to be one very long day.