The exercise:
Write about a: goodbye.
Had a visit today from Kat's friends, who brought their two little girls with them (one is nearly five, the other is just over two, I think). Much entertainment to be found with those two.
Also: a definite desire to only have one of our own.
Though I've been told (many times) that will change.
I remain unconvinced.
Mine:
After visiting for just over two hours this afternoon, it was time for their parents to take the girls back home to Penticton. Gracie, the five-year-old, was very vocal about not wanting to leave but was eventually convinced. Sophie, the two-year-old, was fairly quiet about it, proceeding to put on her boots and coat without much of a fuss.
Once she was all set to go out into the snow, Sophie came over to where I was sitting and gave me a gentle kiss on my forearm. Then she went over to Max (who was feeding), kissed him on the head, then gave Kat a kiss on her arm as well.
Seeing this, Gracie came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on my arm, then went over to do the same to Max and Kat.
Not to be outdone, Sophie decided she had to have the last kisses goodbye. So she came over and gave each of us one more kiss: arm, head, arm. Thankfully their parents got them out the door shortly afterward or that loop might still be running now.
Either way, it was just about the cutest and sweetest thing ever.
Wednesday January 30th, 2013
The exercise:
Use the title of a nursery rhyme for your inspiration today.
I took Max to a Mother Goose group this morning and had quite a bit of fun. We sang a bunch of songs (well, mostly the parents did - but a few of the older kids got into a tune or two) and talked about various baby things.
Would have been nice if I wasn't the only dad, but hey, I kinda expected it.
Also: how is Max 12 weeks old already? I honestly only remember about 6 or 7 of those.
Mine:
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
His daughter's scream woke him like a wrecking ball smashing into the side of the house. He was out of bed and moving down the hall before he remembered that he was completely naked. With his wife away for a month on a safari with her sisters, all of his nightwear was sitting in a sweaty heap in and around the laundry basket.
After a quick detour to the bathroom to grab a reasonably clean bathrobe he hurried the rest of the way to his daughter's room.
"What is it, honey? What's wrong?" he called from the doorway.
"Daddy! There's a huge spider on the ceiling and it's gonna eat me!"
"I highly doubt that," he muttered under his breath as he entered the room. Looking up, with only the weak light of a bedside lamp to chase away the night, he saw nothing of interest. "Where is it?"
"It's right there, daddy! Can't you see it? It's huge!"
After a few tense moments he finally spotted the dreaded beast. Then, looking between it and his daughter, he couldn't help but wonder when in her education, precisely, had he and his wife neglected to provide her with the proper definition of the word huge.
Use the title of a nursery rhyme for your inspiration today.
I took Max to a Mother Goose group this morning and had quite a bit of fun. We sang a bunch of songs (well, mostly the parents did - but a few of the older kids got into a tune or two) and talked about various baby things.
Would have been nice if I wasn't the only dad, but hey, I kinda expected it.
Also: how is Max 12 weeks old already? I honestly only remember about 6 or 7 of those.
Mine:
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
His daughter's scream woke him like a wrecking ball smashing into the side of the house. He was out of bed and moving down the hall before he remembered that he was completely naked. With his wife away for a month on a safari with her sisters, all of his nightwear was sitting in a sweaty heap in and around the laundry basket.
After a quick detour to the bathroom to grab a reasonably clean bathrobe he hurried the rest of the way to his daughter's room.
"What is it, honey? What's wrong?" he called from the doorway.
"Daddy! There's a huge spider on the ceiling and it's gonna eat me!"
"I highly doubt that," he muttered under his breath as he entered the room. Looking up, with only the weak light of a bedside lamp to chase away the night, he saw nothing of interest. "Where is it?"
"It's right there, daddy! Can't you see it? It's huge!"
After a few tense moments he finally spotted the dreaded beast. Then, looking between it and his daughter, he couldn't help but wonder when in her education, precisely, had he and his wife neglected to provide her with the proper definition of the word huge.
Tuesday January 29th, 2013
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: the strongman.
Finally got back to the gym this morning, mostly to get in a run on the treadmill - carrying Max around the house is enough weightlifting for me.
Anyway, there was a guy there today who was easily the largest man I've ever shared gym space with. The kind of guy you avoid being anywhere close to when exercising because the easier it is for others to make a direct comparison, the worse it is for you.
So yeah, he's the inspiration for today's prompt.
Oh, and if any of you thought that I was the source of our topic... you're hilarious.
Mine:
Bench pressing a horse
that's just finished a large meal?
More muscles than brains.
* * *
Lifts weights nine to five,
spends his evenings fighting back
tears while reading Poe.
Write two haiku about: the strongman.
Finally got back to the gym this morning, mostly to get in a run on the treadmill - carrying Max around the house is enough weightlifting for me.
Anyway, there was a guy there today who was easily the largest man I've ever shared gym space with. The kind of guy you avoid being anywhere close to when exercising because the easier it is for others to make a direct comparison, the worse it is for you.
So yeah, he's the inspiration for today's prompt.
Oh, and if any of you thought that I was the source of our topic... you're hilarious.
Mine:
Bench pressing a horse
that's just finished a large meal?
More muscles than brains.
* * *
Lifts weights nine to five,
spends his evenings fighting back
tears while reading Poe.
Monday January 28th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the hook.
We're in the process of figuring out our seed orders for this year, which is always fun. It's a hopeful, anything can happen time of year.
Though once they're in the ground come planting season, they're pretty much at the mercy of the weather. And our ability to keep up with the weeding.
Mine:
There was something missing, something vital. Everyone seemed to know it wasn't there, but nobody had thus far managed to figure out what it was, precisely.
With the deadline approaching faster than anyone cared to admit, each tick of the clock was like a gunshot in the room. Coffees were spilled by nervous hands, sweat stained overpriced shirts, priceless pens were twirled or tapped against teeth... but still the crucial element remained out of reach.
Footsteps in the hall dragged all eyes to the open doorway. It was too soon, surely. They still had time. It couldn't be over already...
An intern walked past, studiously ignoring the stares he felt coming from the room. Breaths were taken, shoulders slumped in relief. The hangman had not yet come.
They still had a chance to find a hook for their Super Bowl commercial.
Write about: the hook.
We're in the process of figuring out our seed orders for this year, which is always fun. It's a hopeful, anything can happen time of year.
Though once they're in the ground come planting season, they're pretty much at the mercy of the weather. And our ability to keep up with the weeding.
Mine:
There was something missing, something vital. Everyone seemed to know it wasn't there, but nobody had thus far managed to figure out what it was, precisely.
With the deadline approaching faster than anyone cared to admit, each tick of the clock was like a gunshot in the room. Coffees were spilled by nervous hands, sweat stained overpriced shirts, priceless pens were twirled or tapped against teeth... but still the crucial element remained out of reach.
Footsteps in the hall dragged all eyes to the open doorway. It was too soon, surely. They still had time. It couldn't be over already...
An intern walked past, studiously ignoring the stares he felt coming from the room. Breaths were taken, shoulders slumped in relief. The hangman had not yet come.
They still had a chance to find a hook for their Super Bowl commercial.
Sunday January 27th, 2013
The exercise:
Trying out a new prompt that I'd like to bring back every now and again. I shall call it the Bad Day Prompt, with the idea being that each time we'll write about someone in a different profession having... drum roll please... a bad day.
Let us begin with: a superhero.
I was going to provide a link to a proper list of superheroes for you to choose from, but all the ones I'm finding are pretty craptacular. Sorry about that.
Temperature stayed above zero today. I am in favour of this trend continuing.
Mine:
The Flash
He loves playing hero -
Thwarting evil, saving lives;
Grateful not to work one
Of those boring nine-to-fives.
But this cold, lonely night
Has turned his thoughts quite sour.
Now, if given the choice,
He'd ditch his super powers.
Sure, moving fast is great -
He's always ten steps ahead;
But it would be better
If he could slow down in bed.
Trying out a new prompt that I'd like to bring back every now and again. I shall call it the Bad Day Prompt, with the idea being that each time we'll write about someone in a different profession having... drum roll please... a bad day.
Let us begin with: a superhero.
I was going to provide a link to a proper list of superheroes for you to choose from, but all the ones I'm finding are pretty craptacular. Sorry about that.
Temperature stayed above zero today. I am in favour of this trend continuing.
Mine:
The Flash
He loves playing hero -
Thwarting evil, saving lives;
Grateful not to work one
Of those boring nine-to-fives.
But this cold, lonely night
Has turned his thoughts quite sour.
Now, if given the choice,
He'd ditch his super powers.
Sure, moving fast is great -
He's always ten steps ahead;
But it would be better
If he could slow down in bed.
Saturday January 26th, 2013
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the outfit.
I'm sure I was going to write something interesting here, but Max is snoring away right now and I'm finding it rather distracting.
Mine:
A skimpy little number
Draws so many stares.
"So what if I'm sixty-five?
Ladies love chest hair!"
Write a four line poem about: the outfit.
I'm sure I was going to write something interesting here, but Max is snoring away right now and I'm finding it rather distracting.
Mine:
A skimpy little number
Draws so many stares.
"So what if I'm sixty-five?
Ladies love chest hair!"
Friday January 25th, 2013
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: longevity.
Went up to Penticton this morning for various errands and took the opportunity to buy a bouncer chair for Max. We're hoping it'll help with this daytime fussiness that has emerged over the last week or so.
Just when you think you have him figured out, he pulls out another new development.
Canucks won big tonight, avenging their opening night lose against Anaheim. Looks like they're starting to roll.
Mine:
"Around here," Scott's boss told him the day after he'd been hired, "today is know as Mr. Carter Day."
"Why's that?" Scott asked, not particularly interested in the answer but feeling like it was too early in his career as a waiter to stop caring.
"Mr. Carter has come to our restaurant on this day every year for the last hundred and five years!"
Scott was suitably impressed by this revelation - right up until the local undertaker wheeled Mr. Carter's coffin into the lobby.
Write four lines of prose about: longevity.
Went up to Penticton this morning for various errands and took the opportunity to buy a bouncer chair for Max. We're hoping it'll help with this daytime fussiness that has emerged over the last week or so.
Just when you think you have him figured out, he pulls out another new development.
Canucks won big tonight, avenging their opening night lose against Anaheim. Looks like they're starting to roll.
Mine:
"Around here," Scott's boss told him the day after he'd been hired, "today is know as Mr. Carter Day."
"Why's that?" Scott asked, not particularly interested in the answer but feeling like it was too early in his career as a waiter to stop caring.
"Mr. Carter has come to our restaurant on this day every year for the last hundred and five years!"
Scott was suitably impressed by this revelation - right up until the local undertaker wheeled Mr. Carter's coffin into the lobby.
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