The exercise:
Write about: a shelter from the storm.
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Thursday March 17th, 2016
The exercise:
Write about something that is: close to home.
While Max was at daycare today Kat and I took a trip up to Penticton for a couple (doula and midwife) appointments. Our doula, who we also had for Max's birth, has recently renovated a suite in the downstairs of her house to be used for home births and we wanted to check it out before fully committing to using it for this birth (since we can't do it in our own home, as we're too far away from both the midwives and the nearest hospital).
Yeah, we're fully on board now.
It's a beautiful space, with everything we could need. We'd already heard rave reviews from one of our midwives who had done a birth there but it was good to see it for ourselves. And, should something go awry, it's about a two minute drive from the hospital.
Though hopefully this time around a visit to the hospital won't be required.
Mine:
"Hey! You watch your mouth, kid."
"What? What did I say?"
"Don't play stupid with me, all right? We both know what you were just talking about."
"Well, yeah. I just don't see what your problem is with-"
"It hits a little too close to home, that's all."
"... what? Seriously?"
"I already told you to watch your mouth. Don't make me knock some teeth out of it too."
"Okay, okay! Relax. I wouldn't... it's just that... I mean, a bearded lady? Really?"
Write about something that is: close to home.
While Max was at daycare today Kat and I took a trip up to Penticton for a couple (doula and midwife) appointments. Our doula, who we also had for Max's birth, has recently renovated a suite in the downstairs of her house to be used for home births and we wanted to check it out before fully committing to using it for this birth (since we can't do it in our own home, as we're too far away from both the midwives and the nearest hospital).
Yeah, we're fully on board now.
It's a beautiful space, with everything we could need. We'd already heard rave reviews from one of our midwives who had done a birth there but it was good to see it for ourselves. And, should something go awry, it's about a two minute drive from the hospital.
Though hopefully this time around a visit to the hospital won't be required.
Mine:
"Hey! You watch your mouth, kid."
"What? What did I say?"
"Don't play stupid with me, all right? We both know what you were just talking about."
"Well, yeah. I just don't see what your problem is with-"
"It hits a little too close to home, that's all."
"... what? Seriously?"
"I already told you to watch your mouth. Don't make me knock some teeth out of it too."
"Okay, okay! Relax. I wouldn't... it's just that... I mean, a bearded lady? Really?"
Tuesday December 28th, 2010
The exercise:
Two haiku about: home.
Had a lovely drive back to Osoyoos today. The sun was shining, there was hardly any traffic, and there was snow where it was supposed to be: anywhere and everywhere but the road.
Oh, I promised snowshoeing pictures from Mount Washington. Here's one by me:
And here's one Kat took of me:
So. Much. Snow.
Mine:
Home is where my heart
was broken, so now I live
on the open road.
* * *
Four walls, a few doors,
five windows, floors and a roof...
yet it's so much more.
Thursday November 12th, 2009
The exercise:
Well I managed to go in to work for the morning today and got caught up on everything I'd missed. Then I went home.
So, oddly enough, your prompt today is: heading home.
NaNo Word Count: 25,945
NaNo Target: 20,002
Oh, I've put an excerpt from my NaNo story here, if anyone is interested in checking it out.
Incidentally, I'd be really pleased if someone took it upon themselves to tell mine from the perspective of the driver. Just so you know. That's all.
Mine:
It was almost closing time when the car pulled up to the pumps and silenced her engine. I looked through the window from where I sat behind the register and admired her sleek lines and leather seats; she had been polished so well that the overhead lights were damn near blinding me, the way they reflected off her sides. My curiosity was most definitely piqued, with regards to who might be driving that fine lady down my lonely road at that hour, so I'll admit that I stared pretty openly.
But the driver didn't get out.
I gave him or her a few minutes to read the Self Service Only sign but was rewarded with a grand sum of nothing at all. So I eased myself off my wooden stool and ambled out the door, forcing a pleasant smile onto my grease streaked face. It was late November, so the cold was bothering my hip a little, but I tried not to blame that on this fine person with their very fine car. I came around to the driver's side window to find a young man, dressed to the nines or hell, maybe even tens, and he was just staring straight ahead, his hands locked on the steering wheel like he wasn't ever letting go.
"You doing alright, son?" I asked, wiping my fingers with the cleanest rag I had at hand. He just nodded and said not a word. "Where you trying to get to tonight?"
"I'm heading home," was his reply.
"Ah," I said with an understanding nod. "Well then, you just take all the time you need - I'm in no hurry to close up."
So I made my way back to my welcoming stool, in my nicely heated office, and waited to see what was what. Five, maybe ten minutes later, the engine came back to life and he pulled up to the road. After a little more hesitation, without bothering to signal, he turned left and roared off into the night. I began locking things up, a little bit sadder than I had been before his arrival, wondering what it was that had sent him back the way he had come from.
Well I managed to go in to work for the morning today and got caught up on everything I'd missed. Then I went home.
So, oddly enough, your prompt today is: heading home.
NaNo Word Count: 25,945
NaNo Target: 20,002
Oh, I've put an excerpt from my NaNo story here, if anyone is interested in checking it out.
Incidentally, I'd be really pleased if someone took it upon themselves to tell mine from the perspective of the driver. Just so you know. That's all.
Mine:
It was almost closing time when the car pulled up to the pumps and silenced her engine. I looked through the window from where I sat behind the register and admired her sleek lines and leather seats; she had been polished so well that the overhead lights were damn near blinding me, the way they reflected off her sides. My curiosity was most definitely piqued, with regards to who might be driving that fine lady down my lonely road at that hour, so I'll admit that I stared pretty openly.
But the driver didn't get out.
I gave him or her a few minutes to read the Self Service Only sign but was rewarded with a grand sum of nothing at all. So I eased myself off my wooden stool and ambled out the door, forcing a pleasant smile onto my grease streaked face. It was late November, so the cold was bothering my hip a little, but I tried not to blame that on this fine person with their very fine car. I came around to the driver's side window to find a young man, dressed to the nines or hell, maybe even tens, and he was just staring straight ahead, his hands locked on the steering wheel like he wasn't ever letting go.
"You doing alright, son?" I asked, wiping my fingers with the cleanest rag I had at hand. He just nodded and said not a word. "Where you trying to get to tonight?"
"I'm heading home," was his reply.
"Ah," I said with an understanding nod. "Well then, you just take all the time you need - I'm in no hurry to close up."
So I made my way back to my welcoming stool, in my nicely heated office, and waited to see what was what. Five, maybe ten minutes later, the engine came back to life and he pulled up to the road. After a little more hesitation, without bothering to signal, he turned left and roared off into the night. I began locking things up, a little bit sadder than I had been before his arrival, wondering what it was that had sent him back the way he had come from.
Wednesday June 24th, 2009
The exercise:
Today's prompt: leaving home.
Mine:
After just over two years in our current place, Kat and I are moving into a new apartment next month. This is the longest either of us have been anywhere since we each left home, and it kind of has that same feeling to it.
Our landlords have been wonderful, easily the best I've ever had. We love this neighborhood, we love our place... but we don't love how much we're paying for it.
So we're moving into a smaller place that's going to cost us a whole lot less each month since it's a one bedroom and this is (only) technically a two. We'll both also be a lot closer to work - it's probably going to cut my commute in half and Kat will have a more-than-short but less-than-long walk to school.
Things are going to be getting busy around here - we have the new place as of July 15th and we've got a fair bit to take care of between now and then. But don't worry - I always make time for my Daily Writing. I hope you do too :)
Today's prompt: leaving home.
Mine:
After just over two years in our current place, Kat and I are moving into a new apartment next month. This is the longest either of us have been anywhere since we each left home, and it kind of has that same feeling to it.
Our landlords have been wonderful, easily the best I've ever had. We love this neighborhood, we love our place... but we don't love how much we're paying for it.
So we're moving into a smaller place that's going to cost us a whole lot less each month since it's a one bedroom and this is (only) technically a two. We'll both also be a lot closer to work - it's probably going to cut my commute in half and Kat will have a more-than-short but less-than-long walk to school.
Things are going to be getting busy around here - we have the new place as of July 15th and we've got a fair bit to take care of between now and then. But don't worry - I always make time for my Daily Writing. I hope you do too :)
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