The exercise:
It is time for another last day of the month attempt to get: Out of the Woods.
The exercise:
It is time for another last day of the month attempt to get: Out of the Woods.
The exercise:
Write about: creature comforts.
The first shower after coming back from camping remains one of the greatest things.
Had a good time. Got pretty cold overnight, especially the second night, but it was good to get away.
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: plotting. And/or scheming. Whatever floats your boat.
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: gone camping.
Well, we have. Be back on Sunday.
The exercise:
Write about: the fisherman.
Max, who has wanted to catch a fish for most of his walking life, went on a two night trip with his Poppa, Uncle, and oldest Cousin this weekend to stay in a yurt and fish the days away.
He returned home this afternoon and informed us that he not only caught a fish, he caught eight. He even brought one of the rainbow trout home, which we cooked for dinner tonight.
It was delicious.
The exercise:
Oh, here's one we haven't done in a long while: write some fake business cards. As with the previous (and sadly, before today, only) time, the sillier the better.
If I don't join in today, I will when I reach this prompt in my catch up on comments.
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: shelter from the storm.
Rain and lightning tonight, and plenty of both. Hopefully enough rain to limit the ability of all those bolts to start more fires.
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: wolves.
Currently listening to I Am Not a Wolf by Dan Sheehan and it is legitimately one of the funniest things I've ever heard. Cannot recommend it enough. I'm sure reading it would also be enjoyable but Jay Aaseng does such an incredible job with the narration that it takes it to another level.
The exercise:
Write about: fanatics.
Brought home a couple of serious baseball fans from the Island. The boys got into watching the Blue Jays with my parents last visit, but that was for less than a week.
Tonight I spent half an hour chatting baseball with them before dinner, then after dinner took them out to the nearby school field for the second straight night to play ball.
Max can really hammer the ball, and Miles is surprisingly consistent with making good contact.
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: smoke.
Drove past the nearby wildfire yesterday as we approached home - a route that has now been closed. The air smells like smoke tonight.
Welcome back home, I suppose.
The exercise:
Write about: returning.
Made it back home last this afternoon. More or less unpacked. It's going to take a little while to get reacquainted with our things.
And tomorrow I'm back to the office for the first time in a month.