The exercise:
Today feels like a good time to write a four line poem about a: New Year's Eve party.
Work alternated between busy and quiet this morning, but I hope that most of what was left when my shift ended managed to be sold before closing.
Parties were good. Ended up going to Kat's parents place first, then to Shannon's party. Max was excited to have two dinners, but then he ate so much at Grandma and Papa's that he didn't want to eat anything at Shannon's.
Happy New Year's to you guys. I hope 2017 is a good one for all of us.
Mine:
A new year approaches
On drunken, stumbling feet,
Bringing new challenges
I am not prepared to meet...
Friday December 30th, 2016
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: vanity.
Successful shop this morning. Ended up getting a new winter jacket (reg price $150, on sale for $80), a pair of warm gloves, and some clothes. Took a long time to find the jacket I wanted, and then ended up having to choose between two that I liked right before I finished. Because of course.
We've got a couple New Year's Eve get togethers planned for tomorrow night. We'll be stopping in to see Shannon (of bakery fame) and her family and a few other friends, then heading back this way for dinner and drinks with Kat's family.
But first I've got an 8 to noon bakery shift to do. So... sleepy time.
Mine:
The building plans called this a walk-in closet. It's more like an airport hanger closet. I've never seen so many clothes in my life - shirts, pants, shoes, socks, belts, ties, and on, and on, and on...
It seems rather silly to have so many options, really, considering I would make a black plastic garbage bag look good.
Write four lines of prose about: vanity.
Successful shop this morning. Ended up getting a new winter jacket (reg price $150, on sale for $80), a pair of warm gloves, and some clothes. Took a long time to find the jacket I wanted, and then ended up having to choose between two that I liked right before I finished. Because of course.
We've got a couple New Year's Eve get togethers planned for tomorrow night. We'll be stopping in to see Shannon (of bakery fame) and her family and a few other friends, then heading back this way for dinner and drinks with Kat's family.
But first I've got an 8 to noon bakery shift to do. So... sleepy time.
Mine:
The building plans called this a walk-in closet. It's more like an airport hanger closet. I've never seen so many clothes in my life - shirts, pants, shoes, socks, belts, ties, and on, and on, and on...
It seems rather silly to have so many options, really, considering I would make a black plastic garbage bag look good.
Thursday December 29th, 2016
The exercise:
Write about: target practice.
Went for a family snowshoe around the orchard this morning, with Miles on Kat's back. Max didn't last very long, but I'm hoping the more he does it the easier it gets for him.
Kat took this shot for me:
After lunch Max and I went into town to run a couple errands. Picked up a few small canvasses for him to paint, grabbed a cover for our new tablet (on sale, even), and got a deal on Christmas gift tags for next year (like 100 of them for fifty cents).
Tomorrow I'm planning on taking a solo trip to Oliver to spend a gift card I got for Christmas at Mark's. Not sure what I'll end up getting, but I hope to have fun figuring it out.
Mine:
"You rang, Sire?"
"Indeed I did. And I thank you for coming with such haste."
"What do you wish of me, Sire?"
"I have important matters to discuss with you... but first I would like you to take a step to your right."
"Like this, Sire?"
"Perfect, perfect."
"... Sire?"
"Right, right. There is an artist due to arrive at court this evening. He is to paint my royal portrait and... could you take two paces forward? Thank you."
"Of course, Sire."
"I have been unable to decide in which light I would like my image to be captured. One half-step to your left, if you'd be so good. There you go. Just right, just right..."
"... Sire?"
"Ah, please excuse my absent-mindedness. So very many thoughts competing for my attention these days."
"Of course, Sire."
"Continuing my previous thought, I have been equally unable to choose which room I would like the artist to... three steps back now. That's a good lad."
"Sire.. am I being used for target practice for your son again?"
"Indeed you are! But don't worry, I checked myself to make sure that the darts are not poisonous this time."
Write about: target practice.
Went for a family snowshoe around the orchard this morning, with Miles on Kat's back. Max didn't last very long, but I'm hoping the more he does it the easier it gets for him.
Kat took this shot for me:
After lunch Max and I went into town to run a couple errands. Picked up a few small canvasses for him to paint, grabbed a cover for our new tablet (on sale, even), and got a deal on Christmas gift tags for next year (like 100 of them for fifty cents).
Tomorrow I'm planning on taking a solo trip to Oliver to spend a gift card I got for Christmas at Mark's. Not sure what I'll end up getting, but I hope to have fun figuring it out.
Mine:
"You rang, Sire?"
"Indeed I did. And I thank you for coming with such haste."
"What do you wish of me, Sire?"
"I have important matters to discuss with you... but first I would like you to take a step to your right."
"Like this, Sire?"
"Perfect, perfect."
"... Sire?"
"Right, right. There is an artist due to arrive at court this evening. He is to paint my royal portrait and... could you take two paces forward? Thank you."
"Of course, Sire."
"I have been unable to decide in which light I would like my image to be captured. One half-step to your left, if you'd be so good. There you go. Just right, just right..."
"... Sire?"
"Ah, please excuse my absent-mindedness. So very many thoughts competing for my attention these days."
"Of course, Sire."
"Continuing my previous thought, I have been equally unable to choose which room I would like the artist to... three steps back now. That's a good lad."
"Sire.. am I being used for target practice for your son again?"
"Indeed you are! But don't worry, I checked myself to make sure that the darts are not poisonous this time."
Wednesday December 28th, 2016
The exercise:
Write about: attrition.
Took a trip up to Penticton today to get groceries. I dropped Kat and the boys off at a friend's house so that they weren't stuck in the car for most of the day. Was basically successful in my errands. Even managed to avoid getting in a car accident when the car next to me (in the left turn lane) at an intersection decided to also go straight.
The road rage settled down eventually.
Though I feel it bubbling back up again now, so perhaps I should just get to writing...
Mine:
"Status report, soldier."
"We continue to suffer heavy losses on the Eastern and Northern Fronts, sir."
"As does the enemy, I presume?"
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent."
"Sir?"
"This is a war of attrition, soldier. Unfortunately for our enemy - and quite fortunately for us, it almost goes without saying - we began with superior numbers."
"What are you saying, sir?"
"It's simple math, soldier. As long as each of our men takes one of theirs out with him, we will emerge victorious!"
"But... you're talking about millions of lives lost, on both sides! Who would be left to celebrate a victory such as that?"
"Soldier, as long as I'm one of the ones with a glass of champagne in my hand at the end of this nasty bit of business... well, I dare say that's all I care about!"
Write about: attrition.
Took a trip up to Penticton today to get groceries. I dropped Kat and the boys off at a friend's house so that they weren't stuck in the car for most of the day. Was basically successful in my errands. Even managed to avoid getting in a car accident when the car next to me (in the left turn lane) at an intersection decided to also go straight.
The road rage settled down eventually.
Though I feel it bubbling back up again now, so perhaps I should just get to writing...
Mine:
"Status report, soldier."
"We continue to suffer heavy losses on the Eastern and Northern Fronts, sir."
"As does the enemy, I presume?"
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent."
"Sir?"
"This is a war of attrition, soldier. Unfortunately for our enemy - and quite fortunately for us, it almost goes without saying - we began with superior numbers."
"What are you saying, sir?"
"It's simple math, soldier. As long as each of our men takes one of theirs out with him, we will emerge victorious!"
"But... you're talking about millions of lives lost, on both sides! Who would be left to celebrate a victory such as that?"
"Soldier, as long as I'm one of the ones with a glass of champagne in my hand at the end of this nasty bit of business... well, I dare say that's all I care about!"
Tuesday December 27th, 2016
The exercise:
Write two haiku about something/someone that is: evasive.
Sorry for all the late postings recently. I shall try to put an end to them again, this time for good.
Mine:
Roadblock dead ahead!
Take evasive maneuvers?
Nah. Step on the gas.
* * *
Answer the question!
This is your very last chance:
Where were you last night?
Write two haiku about something/someone that is: evasive.
Sorry for all the late postings recently. I shall try to put an end to them again, this time for good.
Mine:
Roadblock dead ahead!
Take evasive maneuvers?
Nah. Step on the gas.
* * *
Answer the question!
This is your very last chance:
Where were you last night?
Monday December 26th, 2016
The exercise:
Write about: the smuggler.
Tried to have a quieter day today and was mostly successful in that venture. Major accomplishment was getting into town this afternoon to get groceries with Max.
Don't have anything particularly ambitious planned for tomorrow. Might try to find time to start reading one of the books I got for Christmas.
You know, if I feel like going totally crazy.
Mine:
He keeps the speed of the car steady - not speeding, but not too slow either. He passes a few cars, gets passed by a handful more. His goal is to get lost in the crowd, the anonymity of traffic.
He is not entirely certain that it is working.
It is possible that the blue sedan that keeps appearing in his rearview mirror could be harmless. Nothing to be concerned with. Perhaps the driver just happens to be the Average Joe that he is attempting to mimic (in which case, he's doing very well indeed). Or maybe it's just another smuggler, with similarly illicit cargo secreted about his vehicle.
He almost smiles at that thought.
Maybe he would have if he could forget, even for a moment, the five million dollars worth of cocaine he had personally stashed in every conceivable nook and cranny of his car. Or the man who is waiting for the delivery, still five hundred miles away.
Or that his daughter's life depends on his getting every last ounce to that man before midnight.
Write about: the smuggler.
Tried to have a quieter day today and was mostly successful in that venture. Major accomplishment was getting into town this afternoon to get groceries with Max.
Don't have anything particularly ambitious planned for tomorrow. Might try to find time to start reading one of the books I got for Christmas.
You know, if I feel like going totally crazy.
Mine:
He keeps the speed of the car steady - not speeding, but not too slow either. He passes a few cars, gets passed by a handful more. His goal is to get lost in the crowd, the anonymity of traffic.
He is not entirely certain that it is working.
It is possible that the blue sedan that keeps appearing in his rearview mirror could be harmless. Nothing to be concerned with. Perhaps the driver just happens to be the Average Joe that he is attempting to mimic (in which case, he's doing very well indeed). Or maybe it's just another smuggler, with similarly illicit cargo secreted about his vehicle.
He almost smiles at that thought.
Maybe he would have if he could forget, even for a moment, the five million dollars worth of cocaine he had personally stashed in every conceivable nook and cranny of his car. Or the man who is waiting for the delivery, still five hundred miles away.
Or that his daughter's life depends on his getting every last ounce to that man before midnight.
Sunday December 25th, 2016
The exercise:
Merry Christmas! Write about: Christmas morning.
Because, you know, part two.
We have officially survived another Christmas. It was a good one this year, overall. Max and Natalie lost their minds opening presents this morning, we had nice farm family walk around the block this afternoon in the sunshine and snow, and we all got together for a big turkey dinner at Adam and Becky's house this evening.
Max got more stuff than I can remember, but he seemed to really like the yeti snowshoes Kat and I got him. Kat's promised to take him snowshoeing around the farm tomorrow, and I think Kat's mom said she'd go with him the day after that.
I got some books, some money to spend (both gift certificates and cash), and a Samsung Galaxy Tab E that was given to Kat and myself. Neither of us have had a tablet before, so it'll take some figuring out - but I think it will come in very handy.
And now... for the post Christmas letdown! Well, the post Christmas sudden loss of direction and purpose. I'm sure it won't last long. But I am fully expecting to feel it tomorrow.
Mine:
The angel sits
Atop the tree
Looks down to find
Wrapping paper
Carnage
As far as the eye can see
Bows on the dog
Tape on its boughs
Ribbons and boxes
Scattered around
The room like
A hurricane had froze
And in the distance
It can barely hear
Laughter
And singing
As another Christmas
Slowly
Disappears
Merry Christmas! Write about: Christmas morning.
Because, you know, part two.
We have officially survived another Christmas. It was a good one this year, overall. Max and Natalie lost their minds opening presents this morning, we had nice farm family walk around the block this afternoon in the sunshine and snow, and we all got together for a big turkey dinner at Adam and Becky's house this evening.
Max got more stuff than I can remember, but he seemed to really like the yeti snowshoes Kat and I got him. Kat's promised to take him snowshoeing around the farm tomorrow, and I think Kat's mom said she'd go with him the day after that.
I got some books, some money to spend (both gift certificates and cash), and a Samsung Galaxy Tab E that was given to Kat and myself. Neither of us have had a tablet before, so it'll take some figuring out - but I think it will come in very handy.
And now... for the post Christmas letdown! Well, the post Christmas sudden loss of direction and purpose. I'm sure it won't last long. But I am fully expecting to feel it tomorrow.
Mine:
The angel sits
Atop the tree
Looks down to find
Wrapping paper
Carnage
As far as the eye can see
Bows on the dog
Tape on its boughs
Ribbons and boxes
Scattered around
The room like
A hurricane had froze
And in the distance
It can barely hear
Laughter
And singing
As another Christmas
Slowly
Disappears
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