The exercise:
Write two haiku about something that is: uncertain.
Took the boys to Parent and Tot at the community centre this morning, which they both enjoyed. Contemplated getting groceries with the both of them this afternoon, then came to my senses.
With Miles not wanting to go in his stroller or sit in the grocery cart, my options for a reasonable shopping experience were limited. And they all included Max's full cooperation.
So we stayed close to home for the rest of the day instead.
Mine:
It's hard to explain
the way I feel about you.
It's not love. I think...
* * *
The universe is
too vast for us to be all
alone in it... right?
Monday February 27th, 2017
The exercise:
Write something that has to do with a: stuffed animal.
Inspired by something Max did, I'm sure. Can't recall exactly what at the moment.
Hey, look at us, almost all the way through another February. Good job, us!
As Greg has already spotted, I took some time this morning to get caught up on comments once again. Wasn't planning on getting all the way through the backlog, but momentum was on my side and I figured I'd better go with it while I could.
Spending most of tomorrow with the boys while Kat gets some counselling work done. We'll see what sort of trouble we can get up to.
Mine:
Hold me close,
Squeeze me tight;
You know I'll keep
You safe at night.
I will check
Under your bed
And keep the monsters
Out of your head.
If you just can't
Close your eyes,
I'll sing for you
A lullaby.
So sleep well,
Dream big, relax!
Because I've always
Got your back.
Write something that has to do with a: stuffed animal.
Inspired by something Max did, I'm sure. Can't recall exactly what at the moment.
Hey, look at us, almost all the way through another February. Good job, us!
As Greg has already spotted, I took some time this morning to get caught up on comments once again. Wasn't planning on getting all the way through the backlog, but momentum was on my side and I figured I'd better go with it while I could.
Spending most of tomorrow with the boys while Kat gets some counselling work done. We'll see what sort of trouble we can get up to.
Mine:
Hold me close,
Squeeze me tight;
You know I'll keep
You safe at night.
I will check
Under your bed
And keep the monsters
Out of your head.
If you just can't
Close your eyes,
I'll sing for you
A lullaby.
So sleep well,
Dream big, relax!
Because I've always
Got your back.
Sunday February 26th, 2017
The exercise:
Write about: the dream-catcher.
Sorry, just finally got around to watching Inception. Needed to use a prompt that was at least somewhat related.
Had a good time at the birthday party this afternoon. They had it at a nearby hotel so that the kids could go swimming in the pool. Also: I think the not needing to clean up afterward thing played a part.
So. Emersyn is one now. Which means Miles is less than seven weeks away from that number.
Goodness. Me.
Mine:
We are a nation of dreamers. We dream big. We dream with gusto and greed and a deep rooted desire for the very best that life has to offer.
Don't worry, I'm not judging anyone here. All these fat, bloated dreams floating around make my job easier. They're just so easy to catch.
It's the little dreamers I have to worry about. Their dreams are not so obvious. It's like they're trying to sneak these little pebbles by, hidden amongst the lumbering boulders of those sleepers who envision themselves at the peak of the mountain.
Which mountain, you ask? Any mountain will do for most. All the mountains are required by some.
But not these pesky little dreamers. They are more subtle, more clever. They understand that the true path to all of these grand end goals is through a nearly endless succession of little steps. Don't dream of the penthouse when you're mopping the lobby floor. That's too big a stretch.
Dream instead of a raise. A promotion. Recognition for all that hard work you do, day in and day out. Climb higher and higher, one rung at a time.
Don't try to leap frog all the way to the top in one foolish bound. Sure, some will pull that off. Cling to the edge by their fingertips. But the vast majority - the overwhelming majority - will fall.
And it is a nasty landing, let me assure you.
It's the one rung at a time dreamers that keep me awake at night. They will reach their goals, given enough time. If their determination is strong enough. If their will is unbending.
Those are the ones I am paid to stop.
Write about: the dream-catcher.
Sorry, just finally got around to watching Inception. Needed to use a prompt that was at least somewhat related.
Had a good time at the birthday party this afternoon. They had it at a nearby hotel so that the kids could go swimming in the pool. Also: I think the not needing to clean up afterward thing played a part.
So. Emersyn is one now. Which means Miles is less than seven weeks away from that number.
Goodness. Me.
Mine:
We are a nation of dreamers. We dream big. We dream with gusto and greed and a deep rooted desire for the very best that life has to offer.
Don't worry, I'm not judging anyone here. All these fat, bloated dreams floating around make my job easier. They're just so easy to catch.
It's the little dreamers I have to worry about. Their dreams are not so obvious. It's like they're trying to sneak these little pebbles by, hidden amongst the lumbering boulders of those sleepers who envision themselves at the peak of the mountain.
Which mountain, you ask? Any mountain will do for most. All the mountains are required by some.
But not these pesky little dreamers. They are more subtle, more clever. They understand that the true path to all of these grand end goals is through a nearly endless succession of little steps. Don't dream of the penthouse when you're mopping the lobby floor. That's too big a stretch.
Dream instead of a raise. A promotion. Recognition for all that hard work you do, day in and day out. Climb higher and higher, one rung at a time.
Don't try to leap frog all the way to the top in one foolish bound. Sure, some will pull that off. Cling to the edge by their fingertips. But the vast majority - the overwhelming majority - will fall.
And it is a nasty landing, let me assure you.
It's the one rung at a time dreamers that keep me awake at night. They will reach their goals, given enough time. If their determination is strong enough. If their will is unbending.
Those are the ones I am paid to stop.
Saturday February 25th, 2017
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: snowbirds.
Had six loaves left at end of day today, and a lot of bits and pieces left of other stuff. Not bad, just another expected inconsistent day for this time of year.
Don't get me wrong, by the way. I don't miss the summer madness. I'm just very fond of selling everything that was baked each day.
Looking forward to attending my youngest niece's first birthday party tomorrow afternoon. Emersyn's actual birthday was on Thursday but tomorrow is the first day everyone is available to get together to celebrate it. Should be a good time.
Mine:
Snowbirds.
A gentle reminder that,
To some,
Our winter is tropical
Write a four line poem about: snowbirds.
Had six loaves left at end of day today, and a lot of bits and pieces left of other stuff. Not bad, just another expected inconsistent day for this time of year.
Don't get me wrong, by the way. I don't miss the summer madness. I'm just very fond of selling everything that was baked each day.
Looking forward to attending my youngest niece's first birthday party tomorrow afternoon. Emersyn's actual birthday was on Thursday but tomorrow is the first day everyone is available to get together to celebrate it. Should be a good time.
Mine:
Snowbirds.
A gentle reminder that,
To some,
Our winter is tropical
Friday February 24th, 2017
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the crocodile.
Sold the last loaf of bread around 2 o'clock today. Locked the doors to finish up the cleaning at 2:30, with only a couple of ciabatta buns and some butter tarts and macaroons left in the shop.
Business appears to be picking up. We shall see what tomorrow holds.
I'm sure the sunshine and above zero temperatures are helping. I get the impression that the town in general is busier these days, with more people out and about.
We're all slowly emerging from our winter hibernation, I suppose.
Mine:
It will happen one day. It will happen, just as you say. Will you be pleased, or will your skin turn gray?
For when you see this crocodile in a while, you'll see me with a big, big smile.
Write four lines of prose about: the crocodile.
Sold the last loaf of bread around 2 o'clock today. Locked the doors to finish up the cleaning at 2:30, with only a couple of ciabatta buns and some butter tarts and macaroons left in the shop.
Business appears to be picking up. We shall see what tomorrow holds.
I'm sure the sunshine and above zero temperatures are helping. I get the impression that the town in general is busier these days, with more people out and about.
We're all slowly emerging from our winter hibernation, I suppose.
Mine:
It will happen one day. It will happen, just as you say. Will you be pleased, or will your skin turn gray?
For when you see this crocodile in a while, you'll see me with a big, big smile.
Thursday February 23rd, 2017
The exercise:
Write about something or someone that is: unwelcome.
Sold the last loaf of bread shortly after noon today. Stayed open until 2:30 and managed to sell everything else but the last baguette and a handful of macaroons. Took the baguette home, left the cookies to sell tomorrow.
Things are very hard to predict this time of year. I have no idea why we had so many more customers today compared to yesterday. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Weather was nice enough for Kat to take the boys to the park this afternoon. Still cold enough that they couldn't stay all that long, but it's progress in the right direction (spring, in other words).
Mine:
"That's not how I would do it."
"You should really be doing it like this."
"Why don't you do it this way? This way would be so much better."
"I'd like it if you did it this way instead."
I get it. I hear you.
I hear what you're really saying.
Make this more convenient for me.
Well guess what?
It's all unwelcome.
Your thoughts.
Your opinion.
You.
So just go ahead and take you and your business elsewhere.
It won't be missed.
And neither will you.
Write about something or someone that is: unwelcome.
Sold the last loaf of bread shortly after noon today. Stayed open until 2:30 and managed to sell everything else but the last baguette and a handful of macaroons. Took the baguette home, left the cookies to sell tomorrow.
Things are very hard to predict this time of year. I have no idea why we had so many more customers today compared to yesterday. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Weather was nice enough for Kat to take the boys to the park this afternoon. Still cold enough that they couldn't stay all that long, but it's progress in the right direction (spring, in other words).
Mine:
"That's not how I would do it."
"You should really be doing it like this."
"Why don't you do it this way? This way would be so much better."
"I'd like it if you did it this way instead."
I get it. I hear you.
I hear what you're really saying.
Make this more convenient for me.
Well guess what?
It's all unwelcome.
Your thoughts.
Your opinion.
You.
So just go ahead and take you and your business elsewhere.
It won't be missed.
And neither will you.
Wednesday February 22nd, 2017
The exercise:
Write about something or someone that is: on standby.
Bakery was mostly steady today, but I was left with 14 loaves on the shelves as closing time approached. Then a woman called at 3:50 asking if I had any bread left. I said yes and that I'd be there until 4:30 cleaning up, so as long as she could get there by then I'd hold some for her. She said she could and asked for 3 loaves.
She got there at 4:05 and brought a friend with her. Who bought 4 loaves herself.
So they managed to halve the number of loaves I had to put in the freezer at pretty much the last possible moment. I was pleased by this, even if it meant staying later because I was selling and slicing bread instead of finishing the clean up.
Back at it at 10 tomorrow morning.
Mine:
"All operatives remain on standby. This situation could go haywire at any moment. Over."
"This really seems like a highly inappropriate use of resources. Over."
"I ordered radio silence, Gonzalez!"
"Oh, you mean other than you breaking it every five minutes to remind us that we're still on standby? Over."
"This is insubordination, Gonzalez. Resume radio silence immediately. Over."
"This is the most ridiculous assignment I have ever been on."
"Radio. Silence. Now. Over."
"With all due respect, sir, you're the only one who cares what your ex-wife is up to. Or who she might be getting up to it with. So I don't know what the rest of the unit is going to do, but I'm going home now. Please don't call me until you've got a more legitimate assignment for me, okay? Over."
"RADIO. SILENCE. GONZALEZ. OVER."
"Good night, sir. Over."
Write about something or someone that is: on standby.
Bakery was mostly steady today, but I was left with 14 loaves on the shelves as closing time approached. Then a woman called at 3:50 asking if I had any bread left. I said yes and that I'd be there until 4:30 cleaning up, so as long as she could get there by then I'd hold some for her. She said she could and asked for 3 loaves.
She got there at 4:05 and brought a friend with her. Who bought 4 loaves herself.
So they managed to halve the number of loaves I had to put in the freezer at pretty much the last possible moment. I was pleased by this, even if it meant staying later because I was selling and slicing bread instead of finishing the clean up.
Back at it at 10 tomorrow morning.
Mine:
"All operatives remain on standby. This situation could go haywire at any moment. Over."
"This really seems like a highly inappropriate use of resources. Over."
"I ordered radio silence, Gonzalez!"
"Oh, you mean other than you breaking it every five minutes to remind us that we're still on standby? Over."
"This is insubordination, Gonzalez. Resume radio silence immediately. Over."
"This is the most ridiculous assignment I have ever been on."
"Radio. Silence. Now. Over."
"With all due respect, sir, you're the only one who cares what your ex-wife is up to. Or who she might be getting up to it with. So I don't know what the rest of the unit is going to do, but I'm going home now. Please don't call me until you've got a more legitimate assignment for me, okay? Over."
"RADIO. SILENCE. GONZALEZ. OVER."
"Good night, sir. Over."
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