Thursday June 2nd, 2016

The exercise:

Write something that takes place at: the racetrack.

Much more normal shift at the bakery this morning. Busy when I figured it would be, quieter at other points as expected. Totally manageable.

The dishwasher has finally been installed. Things weren't fully in place until after dinner this evening, due to more delays this afternoon. But it's currently running through its first cycle with dishes in it and I am quite excited about that.

Spending all day tomorrow picking strawberries, as Kat's parents will be picking cherries for us to bring to the market. I know Becky is going to try to help in the morning, and Adam is taking the afternoon off work to pick as well.

We'll still be lucky to get them all picked before dark, but I'm going to try to get out there as early as I can.

Mine:

Eyes of steel,
Hands on the wheel,
Waiting for the man
With the flag in his hand
To set him free.

Foot to the floor,
Hear the engine roar!
Life becomes a blur -
He forgets him, him, and her -
Now it's all about speed.

He steps on the gas
To make a pass,
But he's tried too soon -
There's not enough room!
He's headed for the wall...

It's too late,
He's sealed his fate.
His hopes are dashed
In one last crash,
And his wife gets The Call...