The exercise:
Write something which takes place in: the costume shop.
Had some time to myself today and managed to get caught up on comments all the way through to the end of September. I am determined to get fully caught up, and remain caught up, on comments on the blog. I'm getting there.
The Vancouver Canucks opened their 2015/16 regular season with an impressive 5-1 win this evening. Expectations are not particularly high for this year's version of the team, but I'm still hopeful for entertaining hockey and at least a few more results like this one.
Mine:
"Can we hurry this up?" I asked, trying to make myself as small as possible among the endless rows of costumes. "I'm feeling claustrophobic in here."
"Hold on, I've almost got it on," Ryan called back from one of the change rooms (I honestly couldn't figure out which one his voice was coming from - that only added to my dislike of the place). "I'm pretty sure we've got a winner with this one."
"I doubt that," I muttered. Absentmindedly I reached out and ran a finger down the length of a police uniform. I was surprised by how soft the fabric was.
"Okay, you ready?" Ryan asked. I could hear the excitement in his voice. It made me queasy.
"To get out of here? Hell yes."
"Come on, man. This is important."
"All right, all right. Let me see it."
I'll admit it. When Ryan stepped out of the change room he was unrecognizable. I actually hesitated before saying anything, wanting to make sure another door wasn't about to open with my friend in a more obviously Ryan-like form.
"I'm impressed," I said after no other doors opened.
"I know, right? Maggie won't know it's me until I start talking!"
"Yeah... but, you know, maybe dressing up like a psychotic clown isn't the best way to sneak up to your ex-girlfriend in a last ditch attempt to win her back."
Tuesday October 6th, 2015
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: the planets.
Kat had another prenatal yoga class in Oliver this morning, so Max and I went along to drop her off and then play in the park for an hour. Lunch afterward again. It's becoming a bit of a weekly ritual.
She's still having a lot of up and down days, especially with her stamina, but I think things continue to trend toward getting over the morning sickness the first trimester uses as its calling card.
Me? It's only Tuesday and I'm already feeling a bit lost knowing that I'm not harvesting on Friday and attending the farmers market on Saturday.
Mine:
Round and round they go,
dancers performing cosmic
choreography
* * *
This planet has had
enough of us... but no one
else wants us either
Write two haiku about: the planets.
Kat had another prenatal yoga class in Oliver this morning, so Max and I went along to drop her off and then play in the park for an hour. Lunch afterward again. It's becoming a bit of a weekly ritual.
She's still having a lot of up and down days, especially with her stamina, but I think things continue to trend toward getting over the morning sickness the first trimester uses as its calling card.
Me? It's only Tuesday and I'm already feeling a bit lost knowing that I'm not harvesting on Friday and attending the farmers market on Saturday.
Mine:
Round and round they go,
dancers performing cosmic
choreography
* * *
This planet has had
enough of us... but no one
else wants us either
Monday October 5th, 2015
The exercise:
Write about something that is: black and blue.
Chopped and hauled my first load of firewood this morning. It's not time to start using our fireplace quite yet but I wanted to get a head start on our stockpile.
This afternoon Kat and I made borscht together, using beets, potatoes, garlic, and onions from our garden. It turned out great and it was really nice to have her in the kitchen with me again.
Mine:
"Well, that doesn't look very good, does it?"
"No, no... I'd say it's rather appalling, in fact."
"I can't believe she'd leave the house looking like that. Doesn't she own a mirror?"
"To be fair, it's not her fault."
"Oh! Of course not, no. No one is saying that it's her fault."
"But you would hope, wouldn't you, that a friend would tell her how horrible an idea that is."
"Is that it, then? Does she not have any friends?"
"Wouldn't be terribly surprising, would it? With the way she dresses?"
"Hey! Idjits!"
"Uh... hello there! My lady..."
"I'm color blind, you wankers, not deaf!"
Write about something that is: black and blue.
Chopped and hauled my first load of firewood this morning. It's not time to start using our fireplace quite yet but I wanted to get a head start on our stockpile.
This afternoon Kat and I made borscht together, using beets, potatoes, garlic, and onions from our garden. It turned out great and it was really nice to have her in the kitchen with me again.
Mine:
"Well, that doesn't look very good, does it?"
"No, no... I'd say it's rather appalling, in fact."
"I can't believe she'd leave the house looking like that. Doesn't she own a mirror?"
"To be fair, it's not her fault."
"Oh! Of course not, no. No one is saying that it's her fault."
"But you would hope, wouldn't you, that a friend would tell her how horrible an idea that is."
"Is that it, then? Does she not have any friends?"
"Wouldn't be terribly surprising, would it? With the way she dresses?"
"Hey! Idjits!"
"Uh... hello there! My lady..."
"I'm color blind, you wankers, not deaf!"
Sunday October 4th, 2015
The exercise:
Let us see what's happening with The Colony, shall we?
Quiet morning. Natalie came over to play with Max this afternoon, so that was less quiet. But very entertaining.
Mine:
I get Robbie cleaned up and sit him down on our former commander's bunk while I fetch a glass of water. It feels strange to be here but after what we just witnessed on the monitor I have zero interest in returning to my quarters. I know we'll have to deal with the bodies eventually, but Eventually can wait until Later.
"Thanks," he says when I hand him the water. "And sorry about th-"
"Nothing to apologize for," I interrupt with a shake of my head. "It's a totally normal reaction, I think. Besides, we need to figure out what comes next."
"Oh, no, I'm pretty sure I'm all done now."
"Hah, I hope so. No, I meant we have to decide what we need to do now that our commander has betrayed and abandoned us. Do we go after him and find out who he's working with? Do we just bunker down and wait for the next supply drop?"
"Can we go back home?" The expression on Robbie's face makes my heart hurt.
"That was never going to be an option," I tell him as gently as possible. "This was a one way trip, you know that."
Robbie nods slowly and leaves his head hanging down. I use exploring Vassily's quarters as an excuse to leave him alone for a few moments. I need to clear my head. I need to start making important decisions. Before it's too late. Before Vassily returns and... before...
"Computer? Are there security measures that we can execute?" I shudder slightly at my own choice of words. "You know, some way to secure the compound's perimeter?"
I watch the nearest monitor as it goes blank for a heartbeat and then fills with text.
No such procedure exists. However all external entry points can be locked. Whether that prevents forceful reentry is dependent upon what form of force is exerted.
"So if they've got big enough tools they can huff and puff and blow our walls down. That's... not ideal."
"How many entry points are there?" Robbie asks. I didn't realize he had gotten up and was reading the monitor as well. When the monitor remains blank he quickly adds, "Uh, computer? How many ent-"
Four.
"Could we lock three and leave one open?"
Yes.
"What are you thinking?" I ask, an uneasy feeling gnawing at my belly.
"If Vassily returns, with however many of whoever people he's got out there, he'll know all the ways to get in. If he finds the most obvious entrance locked, he'll check the others. If we make it look like one was accidentally missed when we were securing the compound..."
"Then that's the way they'll come in." I nod as the unrest in my stomach grows. "And if that's the only way..."
"Then we can be ready for them."
Let us see what's happening with The Colony, shall we?
Quiet morning. Natalie came over to play with Max this afternoon, so that was less quiet. But very entertaining.
Mine:
I get Robbie cleaned up and sit him down on our former commander's bunk while I fetch a glass of water. It feels strange to be here but after what we just witnessed on the monitor I have zero interest in returning to my quarters. I know we'll have to deal with the bodies eventually, but Eventually can wait until Later.
"Thanks," he says when I hand him the water. "And sorry about th-"
"Nothing to apologize for," I interrupt with a shake of my head. "It's a totally normal reaction, I think. Besides, we need to figure out what comes next."
"Oh, no, I'm pretty sure I'm all done now."
"Hah, I hope so. No, I meant we have to decide what we need to do now that our commander has betrayed and abandoned us. Do we go after him and find out who he's working with? Do we just bunker down and wait for the next supply drop?"
"Can we go back home?" The expression on Robbie's face makes my heart hurt.
"That was never going to be an option," I tell him as gently as possible. "This was a one way trip, you know that."
Robbie nods slowly and leaves his head hanging down. I use exploring Vassily's quarters as an excuse to leave him alone for a few moments. I need to clear my head. I need to start making important decisions. Before it's too late. Before Vassily returns and... before...
"Computer? Are there security measures that we can execute?" I shudder slightly at my own choice of words. "You know, some way to secure the compound's perimeter?"
I watch the nearest monitor as it goes blank for a heartbeat and then fills with text.
No such procedure exists. However all external entry points can be locked. Whether that prevents forceful reentry is dependent upon what form of force is exerted.
"So if they've got big enough tools they can huff and puff and blow our walls down. That's... not ideal."
"How many entry points are there?" Robbie asks. I didn't realize he had gotten up and was reading the monitor as well. When the monitor remains blank he quickly adds, "Uh, computer? How many ent-"
Four.
"Could we lock three and leave one open?"
Yes.
"What are you thinking?" I ask, an uneasy feeling gnawing at my belly.
"If Vassily returns, with however many of whoever people he's got out there, he'll know all the ways to get in. If he finds the most obvious entrance locked, he'll check the others. If we make it look like one was accidentally missed when we were securing the compound..."
"Then that's the way they'll come in." I nod as the unrest in my stomach grows. "And if that's the only way..."
"Then we can be ready for them."
Saturday October 3rd, 2015
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the conclusion.
Markets are officially over and done with for this year. They ended on a positive note, despite a rather strong wind that did not let up at all. I didn't bother putting up the tent when I got there as I didn't want to deal with making sure it didn't blow back to Osoyoos. I was also wearing three layers and a toque, but I did manage to stay reasonably warm.
Sold out of the remaining Ambrosia, Salish, and Mutsu apples. Only returned with one of the five crates of Fuji apples I brought. Sold all the cucumbers, zucchini, corn, and strawberries. Moved a few butternut and acorn squash, as well as a couple pumpkins and a smattering of ornamental gourds.
It was strange to be saying goodbyes this early in the year. I think the earliest we've stopped going in previous years was mid-October. But it's been that kind of year - everything's been early.
Mine:
He knows the answer now that
The facts have all been laid out;
He is utterly wrong though,
Despite his lack of doubt
Write a four line poem about: the conclusion.
Markets are officially over and done with for this year. They ended on a positive note, despite a rather strong wind that did not let up at all. I didn't bother putting up the tent when I got there as I didn't want to deal with making sure it didn't blow back to Osoyoos. I was also wearing three layers and a toque, but I did manage to stay reasonably warm.
Sold out of the remaining Ambrosia, Salish, and Mutsu apples. Only returned with one of the five crates of Fuji apples I brought. Sold all the cucumbers, zucchini, corn, and strawberries. Moved a few butternut and acorn squash, as well as a couple pumpkins and a smattering of ornamental gourds.
It was strange to be saying goodbyes this early in the year. I think the earliest we've stopped going in previous years was mid-October. But it's been that kind of year - everything's been early.
Mine:
He knows the answer now that
The facts have all been laid out;
He is utterly wrong though,
Despite his lack of doubt
Friday October 2nd, 2015
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: snack time.
I'm not quite sure how I managed to fill up the truck with produce today. I'd been thinking all week that I wouldn't have all that much to bring to the market this weekend. Then, as I was getting to the end of packing up after dinner, I began to worry I might not have space for everything.
I got it all on there, as I pretty much always do. Hopefully I won't be bringing much of it home.
Mine:
"All right, it's time to get you ready for snack time."
"Oh, that's okay - I'm not feeling very hungry right now."
"Yeah... it's not time for you to have a snack."
"I don't under... where did you get that lion?"
Write four lines of prose about: snack time.
I'm not quite sure how I managed to fill up the truck with produce today. I'd been thinking all week that I wouldn't have all that much to bring to the market this weekend. Then, as I was getting to the end of packing up after dinner, I began to worry I might not have space for everything.
I got it all on there, as I pretty much always do. Hopefully I won't be bringing much of it home.
Mine:
"All right, it's time to get you ready for snack time."
"Oh, that's okay - I'm not feeling very hungry right now."
"Yeah... it's not time for you to have a snack."
"I don't under... where did you get that lion?"
Thursday October 1st, 2015
The exercise:
Welcome to October, better known as Marc's birthday month. What? That's not what you call it? How strange.
Anyway. Write about: the quack.
Kat had a prenatal yoga class in Oliver again this week, so Max and I went with to drop her off. While she was there I took him to a nearby park, where we played until she was finished. Then we went for lunch and came back to Osoyoos.
Not a bad start to the day.
Back to harvesting and gathering produce tomorrow morning as I prepare for my final farmers market of 2015. I've been doing them by myself for the last couple of months and I'm quite, quite ready to be done.
Plus all the apples are already off the trees and we don't really have enough produce to justify attending any more markets. Not that I'm complaining at this point.
Mine:
"I'm sorry, what did that quack tell you?"
"I wish you wouldn't call him that, dear."
"Well I'm certainly not going to call him a doctor!"
"You could at least show him a little bit of respect. He does have a degree, you know."
"I'm not sure that completing a psychology course at a community college qualifies him to dole out medical advice, mother."
"It was a little more than a single course, dear."
"So what? Two? Three? It doesn't matter!"
"It matters to me. You know that."
"Why? Why in the world would anyone listen to that quack?"
"I do wish you would show your father a little more respect, dear."
Welcome to October, better known as Marc's birthday month. What? That's not what you call it? How strange.
Anyway. Write about: the quack.
Kat had a prenatal yoga class in Oliver again this week, so Max and I went with to drop her off. While she was there I took him to a nearby park, where we played until she was finished. Then we went for lunch and came back to Osoyoos.
Not a bad start to the day.
Back to harvesting and gathering produce tomorrow morning as I prepare for my final farmers market of 2015. I've been doing them by myself for the last couple of months and I'm quite, quite ready to be done.
Plus all the apples are already off the trees and we don't really have enough produce to justify attending any more markets. Not that I'm complaining at this point.
Mine:
"I'm sorry, what did that quack tell you?"
"I wish you wouldn't call him that, dear."
"Well I'm certainly not going to call him a doctor!"
"You could at least show him a little bit of respect. He does have a degree, you know."
"I'm not sure that completing a psychology course at a community college qualifies him to dole out medical advice, mother."
"It was a little more than a single course, dear."
"So what? Two? Three? It doesn't matter!"
"It matters to me. You know that."
"Why? Why in the world would anyone listen to that quack?"
"I do wish you would show your father a little more respect, dear."
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