The exercise:
Write something which takes place at: the birthday party.
We had a StrongStart field trip at our farm this morning. Obviously I missed out on it, but it sounds like it went well. Max loves being the farm tour guide so I'm sure he was fully in his element.
With the sun shining all day there were more people out and about once again but it has yet to result in much additional work for me.
Sounds pretty ideal, actually. More of the same tomorrow?
Yes, please.
Mine:
The birthday boy is bawling
And throwing a fit since
His cake is splattered all over the
Room.
Guess he wasn't quick enough
To blow out the flames
Before the dynamite candles went
Boom.
Tuesday September 26th, 2017
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: the blackout.
Weather was quite nice today, so the parks were a bit busier than they have been recently. By early afternoon I was wishing I'd brought shorts to change into. With more of the same expected tomorrow I think I'll just start the day with shorts and suffer through the early morning cold.
Only ten days of work to go!
Mine:
Sitting in the dark
pining for a candle as
the monsters draw near
* * *
The wind rattles the
windows as another tree
topples in the yard
Write two haiku about: the blackout.
Weather was quite nice today, so the parks were a bit busier than they have been recently. By early afternoon I was wishing I'd brought shorts to change into. With more of the same expected tomorrow I think I'll just start the day with shorts and suffer through the early morning cold.
Only ten days of work to go!
Mine:
Sitting in the dark
pining for a candle as
the monsters draw near
* * *
The wind rattles the
windows as another tree
topples in the yard
Monday September 25th, 2017
The exercise:
Write about: the protest.
Things just get more and more interesting to the south. Who knows when and where and how this will all come to an end.
Another quiet day at work. Still not a complaint.
Mine:
A show of silent unity,
Against a loud-mouthed bully,
That some people don't seem to get -
At least not fully.
They kneel, they sit, they link their arms,
And ignore those who cry folly!
Determined to win this battle
Without firing a volley...
Write about: the protest.
Things just get more and more interesting to the south. Who knows when and where and how this will all come to an end.
Another quiet day at work. Still not a complaint.
Mine:
A show of silent unity,
Against a loud-mouthed bully,
That some people don't seem to get -
At least not fully.
They kneel, they sit, they link their arms,
And ignore those who cry folly!
Determined to win this battle
Without firing a volley...
Sunday September 24th, 2017
The exercise:
Write about something that goes: above and beyond.
Back to work I go, tomorrow.
Mine:
Whenever I've worked the weekend before having to clean Town Hall on Monday, I've tried to get some cleaning done ahead of time. The washrooms at minimum, anything beyond that when I've had the time. Anything to make the end of day clean on Monday more manageable.
On weeks when I work Sunday but not Monday, I've tried to get a few things done for Tammy as well. And when it's the other way around I usually ask her to do whatever she can over the weekend to make life easier for me, because it really is much too big of a job to do in the less than two hours we get to do it in.
Anyway. We've been texting each other at the end of our shifts to let the person coming back to work know of any issues or anything that might need extra attention. This evening when Tammy sent her text she slipped this one in as though it were no big deal: I cleaned Town Hall completely. You might want to check the upstairs kitchen garbage tomorrow though, just to make sure it doesn't get too smelly.
I replied back: You cleaned all of Town Hall? Above and beyond, milady.
So now, all of a sudden, I'm (pretty much) done with the office that's been the biggest pain to clean all summer. What a great, totally unexpected way to start my work week.
Write about something that goes: above and beyond.
Back to work I go, tomorrow.
Mine:
Whenever I've worked the weekend before having to clean Town Hall on Monday, I've tried to get some cleaning done ahead of time. The washrooms at minimum, anything beyond that when I've had the time. Anything to make the end of day clean on Monday more manageable.
On weeks when I work Sunday but not Monday, I've tried to get a few things done for Tammy as well. And when it's the other way around I usually ask her to do whatever she can over the weekend to make life easier for me, because it really is much too big of a job to do in the less than two hours we get to do it in.
Anyway. We've been texting each other at the end of our shifts to let the person coming back to work know of any issues or anything that might need extra attention. This evening when Tammy sent her text she slipped this one in as though it were no big deal: I cleaned Town Hall completely. You might want to check the upstairs kitchen garbage tomorrow though, just to make sure it doesn't get too smelly.
I replied back: You cleaned all of Town Hall? Above and beyond, milady.
So now, all of a sudden, I'm (pretty much) done with the office that's been the biggest pain to clean all summer. What a great, totally unexpected way to start my work week.
Saturday September 23rd, 2017
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the obstacle course.
Max got a free ticket to do the Freak'n Farmer obstacle race through learning centre (and he's been very excited to do it ever since we explained what it was), so we headed up to Covert Farms this morning for him to do the 'mini' course. Which, at 1.5 km, didn't seem super mini by the end.
Anyway. He rocked it. Over balancing obstacles, climbing up and down obstacles, running full out from station to station, getting wet and muddy, swinging over a pile of tomatoes (seriously) - he did it all. We were very proud of him.
Here he is with the medal he got after crossing the finish line:
It's my favorite picture of the day, partially because most of my pictures of him doing the obstacles were taken from so far away (because he was out there doing it without us). He can't wait to do it again. And I just might have to do the adult version next year.
Mine:
Look at him doing it
Without a single piece of armor!
Go my little man go -
You are a damned fine Freak'n Farmer!
Write a four line poem about: the obstacle course.
Max got a free ticket to do the Freak'n Farmer obstacle race through learning centre (and he's been very excited to do it ever since we explained what it was), so we headed up to Covert Farms this morning for him to do the 'mini' course. Which, at 1.5 km, didn't seem super mini by the end.
Anyway. He rocked it. Over balancing obstacles, climbing up and down obstacles, running full out from station to station, getting wet and muddy, swinging over a pile of tomatoes (seriously) - he did it all. We were very proud of him.
Here he is with the medal he got after crossing the finish line:
It's my favorite picture of the day, partially because most of my pictures of him doing the obstacles were taken from so far away (because he was out there doing it without us). He can't wait to do it again. And I just might have to do the adult version next year.
Mine:
Look at him doing it
Without a single piece of armor!
Go my little man go -
You are a damned fine Freak'n Farmer!
Friday September 22nd, 2017
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the liaison.
Took the boys to StrongStart this morning, then Max spent the afternoon with Kat's parents. Miles joined him after his nap, so I was able to get some rest.
I can feel myself losing the battle with sleep as I type this, so I best get on with the show.
Mine:
You're confused, that's easy enough to tell. You know I hate my job, yet I do it so very well. You think there must be a story here, some wild and crazy tale.
But really, it's all because Henri has me in constant fear of revealing to the world his blackmail...
Write four lines of prose about: the liaison.
Took the boys to StrongStart this morning, then Max spent the afternoon with Kat's parents. Miles joined him after his nap, so I was able to get some rest.
I can feel myself losing the battle with sleep as I type this, so I best get on with the show.
Mine:
You're confused, that's easy enough to tell. You know I hate my job, yet I do it so very well. You think there must be a story here, some wild and crazy tale.
But really, it's all because Henri has me in constant fear of revealing to the world his blackmail...
Thursday September 21st, 2017
The exercise:
Let us make use of the Random CD prompt once again, shall we? Go find a song as randomly as you're able to and borrow its first line for the opening of your writing today. Then... take it from there! Credit goes where it's due, as always.
Hung out with Miles today while Kat spent the day in Penticton after dropping Max off at learning centre. Kat was able to get a few things done, Max had another great time in OK Falls, and Miles and I kept ourselves entertained with grocery shopping, a visit to the bakery, and playing around the house.
Tomorrow... is Friday, right? Okay. That means I've got both the boys all day so that Kat can get some work done. We shall see what sort of trouble we can get up to.
Mine:
Sunsets For Somebody Else by Jack Johnson
I know I've seen your face somewhere. But where? When was it? A long time ago, surely - I would remember if I saw you more recently. My memory is not so terrible as that.
And I am very good with faces. Always have been. One of my precious few gifts is the ability to match names to faces. So know that I speak from a position of authority when I say that this is not a case of misplaced familiarity. You don't have one of those faces, as they say.
It is unique in ways both pleasing and... unsettling. I blame your eyes for that. There is a darkness there that... well, that I'd rather not find there. They have borne witness to things better left unseen. I wonder... were those dark deeds done by your own hands?
I hope not.
And I wonder, too, if my inability to place your face is due to only seeing it partially before now. Was it hidden beneath a downturned hat? Concealed by shadows? Were you trying to escape my notice, stranger who may not be quite as strange as I might hope?
Why would you do that? What possible interest might my goings on be of to you? To anyone, really. I am not that interesting, not that important. Just ask my ex-wife. Any of them. So why keep a watchful eye on little old nobody me?
Bah. It is getting late. I must stop asking questions of your photograph before it begins answering me back. That would surely guarantee me a sleepless night.
For if it did that, I would most certainly not like its replies...
Let us make use of the Random CD prompt once again, shall we? Go find a song as randomly as you're able to and borrow its first line for the opening of your writing today. Then... take it from there! Credit goes where it's due, as always.
Hung out with Miles today while Kat spent the day in Penticton after dropping Max off at learning centre. Kat was able to get a few things done, Max had another great time in OK Falls, and Miles and I kept ourselves entertained with grocery shopping, a visit to the bakery, and playing around the house.
Tomorrow... is Friday, right? Okay. That means I've got both the boys all day so that Kat can get some work done. We shall see what sort of trouble we can get up to.
Mine:
Sunsets For Somebody Else by Jack Johnson
I know I've seen your face somewhere. But where? When was it? A long time ago, surely - I would remember if I saw you more recently. My memory is not so terrible as that.
And I am very good with faces. Always have been. One of my precious few gifts is the ability to match names to faces. So know that I speak from a position of authority when I say that this is not a case of misplaced familiarity. You don't have one of those faces, as they say.
It is unique in ways both pleasing and... unsettling. I blame your eyes for that. There is a darkness there that... well, that I'd rather not find there. They have borne witness to things better left unseen. I wonder... were those dark deeds done by your own hands?
I hope not.
And I wonder, too, if my inability to place your face is due to only seeing it partially before now. Was it hidden beneath a downturned hat? Concealed by shadows? Were you trying to escape my notice, stranger who may not be quite as strange as I might hope?
Why would you do that? What possible interest might my goings on be of to you? To anyone, really. I am not that interesting, not that important. Just ask my ex-wife. Any of them. So why keep a watchful eye on little old nobody me?
Bah. It is getting late. I must stop asking questions of your photograph before it begins answering me back. That would surely guarantee me a sleepless night.
For if it did that, I would most certainly not like its replies...
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