The exercise:
An extra day of February? You shouldn't have. Really.
Write a four line poem about: seeing red.
Friday February 21st, 2020
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about something that is: slanted.
Write four lines of prose about something that is: slanted.
Friday February 14th, 2020
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about something that is: heart-shaped.
Happy Valentine's Day! Kat and I are dropping the boys off with her parents so that we can go for dinner without them. This is an arrangement that pleases everybody.
Write four lines of prose about something that is: heart-shaped.
Happy Valentine's Day! Kat and I are dropping the boys off with her parents so that we can go for dinner without them. This is an arrangement that pleases everybody.
Saturday February 8th, 2020
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: potatoes.
One of Max's Learning Centre friends lives in Oliver and they've been having twice a week play dates recently, alternating between our house and his. Last time they got together his friend introduced him to Stompin' Tom Connors (yeah, I dunno either) and he's been requesting it... let's just say a lot... since.
Bud the Spud is currently his favorite.
Write a four line poem about: potatoes.
One of Max's Learning Centre friends lives in Oliver and they've been having twice a week play dates recently, alternating between our house and his. Last time they got together his friend introduced him to Stompin' Tom Connors (yeah, I dunno either) and he's been requesting it... let's just say a lot... since.
Bud the Spud is currently his favorite.
Thursday February 6th, 2020
The exercise:
I think it's time for another dose of Hindsight.
Mine:
The firefighters showed up just before Dad did, which explains why I'm still alive to tell the tale. I guess they saw smoke, or somebody with a direct line to Chief Aidan did, so I'd stuffed my cell in my back pocket and tried to get as many men (and two, I'd discover later - but that's another story altogether - women) between me and my apologetic father.
No, wait. That ain't the right word.
Apoplectic. Yeah, that's the one.
"What... the hell... did you do?!?" he'd shouted, his face pretty much the same colour as the firetruck.
"I didn't do nothing! I just opened my suitcase and the damned thing blew up on me!"
Even amidst the chaos of his crew trying to stop the spread of flames from igniting all of Thunder Bay and burning the whole city to the ground, Chief Aidan paused to give me a withering stare. He pointed a stubby finger at me as if to say 'I'll be talking at you later, so don't get any ideas about going nowhere any time soon.' That man may have been well shy of six feet tall, but he had awfully talkative fingers.
In retrospect, I should have just blamed the whole mess on the snakes.
"You packed a bomb?!?" Dad was incredible at this point. No. Incredulous.
"Of course I didn't!" I yelled back. "Nina did!" Slight pause to consider that, now that I'd sad it aloud. "Or maybe it was Gina!" That seemed... a little more likely?
"You dumb sack of rocks! You brought a Chinese bomb into my house?!?"
"How many times do I gotta tell you, Dad? Tokyo is in Japan, not Ch-"
You know, just to look at him? I don't think most people would think my dad could throw an axe that far. I know he sure as hell caught the firefighters who were standing uneasily between us up until that point by surprise.
Anyway, that was about when somebody decided it would be everybody's best interest to get me the hell out of there. The last I saw of Dad - which is still true today, actually, seeing as I haven't seen him since - he was fighting to get the fire hose away from four of Chief Aidan's crew so that he could turn it on me, instead of his own home.
I think it's time for another dose of Hindsight.
Mine:
The firefighters showed up just before Dad did, which explains why I'm still alive to tell the tale. I guess they saw smoke, or somebody with a direct line to Chief Aidan did, so I'd stuffed my cell in my back pocket and tried to get as many men (and two, I'd discover later - but that's another story altogether - women) between me and my apologetic father.
No, wait. That ain't the right word.
Apoplectic. Yeah, that's the one.
"What... the hell... did you do?!?" he'd shouted, his face pretty much the same colour as the firetruck.
"I didn't do nothing! I just opened my suitcase and the damned thing blew up on me!"
Even amidst the chaos of his crew trying to stop the spread of flames from igniting all of Thunder Bay and burning the whole city to the ground, Chief Aidan paused to give me a withering stare. He pointed a stubby finger at me as if to say 'I'll be talking at you later, so don't get any ideas about going nowhere any time soon.' That man may have been well shy of six feet tall, but he had awfully talkative fingers.
In retrospect, I should have just blamed the whole mess on the snakes.
"You packed a bomb?!?" Dad was incredible at this point. No. Incredulous.
"Of course I didn't!" I yelled back. "Nina did!" Slight pause to consider that, now that I'd sad it aloud. "Or maybe it was Gina!" That seemed... a little more likely?
"You dumb sack of rocks! You brought a Chinese bomb into my house?!?"
"How many times do I gotta tell you, Dad? Tokyo is in Japan, not Ch-"
You know, just to look at him? I don't think most people would think my dad could throw an axe that far. I know he sure as hell caught the firefighters who were standing uneasily between us up until that point by surprise.
Anyway, that was about when somebody decided it would be everybody's best interest to get me the hell out of there. The last I saw of Dad - which is still true today, actually, seeing as I haven't seen him since - he was fighting to get the fire hose away from four of Chief Aidan's crew so that he could turn it on me, instead of his own home.
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