The exercise:
Write about: alterations.
This morning was cooler than I was expecting, but the afternoon made up for that. Was definitely wilting towards the end there, and was feeling very grateful for the air conditioning at the office I was cleaning for the last hour of my shift.
One more day before my weekend commences.
Mine:
"Sir?"
"Yes, BH28?"
"The alterations are complete."
"I don't feel any different."
"There will be an adjustment period. There always is with this sort of procedure."
"How long?"
"It varies for each person, sir."
"How. Long."
"It is impossible to predict with any ac-"
"Give me a proper answer or I will launch you out of the escape hatch - without the pod."
"This is extremely unfair, sir."
"No, what this is, BH28, is your last chance."
"... the alterations to your body will be accessible to you when you wake tomorrow morning."
"Excellent. See? That wasn't so hard."
"Indeed, sir. Sleep long and sleep well, sir."
"I shall!"
"I will be here when you wake."
"... why wouldn't you be?"
"Indeed, sir. Good night."
Tuesday June 6th, 2017
The exercise:
Write two haiku as written by: a prisoner.
More dead fish today, but at least they were in the water/near the shoreline where they're meant to be. Still stink like death took a poop though.
Ready for day three tomorrow. Going to be a hot one.
Mine:
I didn't do it.
Can't you see? Why would I do
that to your daughter?
* * *
Six feet by eight feet.
I am an animal and
this is my steel cage.
Write two haiku as written by: a prisoner.
More dead fish today, but at least they were in the water/near the shoreline where they're meant to be. Still stink like death took a poop though.
Ready for day three tomorrow. Going to be a hot one.
Mine:
I didn't do it.
Can't you see? Why would I do
that to your daughter?
* * *
Six feet by eight feet.
I am an animal and
this is my steel cage.
Monday June 5th, 2017
The exercise:
Write about: something fishy.
Quite the welcome back to work.
In addition to the tale below, Town Hall was a bit of a rush at the end of the day, as Tammy was so busy on Sunday cleaning up after the car show that she wasn't able to get the washrooms done for me. I managed to do a reasonable job of it in the time I had, and I'm glad that it won't be my turn to clean that office for another four weeks.
Now, on with the fish business.
Mine:
I start my day, as I may have previously mentioned, by driving around to unlock all the public washrooms (other than the three that are on timed auto lock/unlock). My second to last stop on my rounds is Legion Beach. The washrooms there are extremely basic (one stall on each side, no sinks) and are going to be demolished and replaced at some point in the near future.
This washroom has been the site of many adventures already, but this morning went above and beyond anything I've had to deal with previously.
When I unlocked the men's side I could smell it right away. Fish. Delightful.
I went in to have a look and found a dead fish in the toilet bowl. Dee. Light. Full.
I turned around and re-locked the door, as I didn't have any supplies with me. I got my cleaning supplies from the shop, cleaned the washrooms at the main beach (which were surprisingly not too bad), then returned to Legion to deal with the fish.
Turns out? I was mistaken in my initial assessment. There wasn't a dead fish in the toilet bowl.
There were two. One bigger one, one smaller one.
Got them out into a garbage bag, cleaned the bowl, headed to the Public Works yard for coffee break. Dumped the garbage bag with the fish in it in our dumpster there before returning to work.
I have no idea why someone (or someones - I'd hate to credit one person when two or more may have been involved) would do that. I suspect alcohol may have been an influence in the decision making process.
Or, you know, maybe he/she/they were just a-holes.
Either way! You guys get another bathroom story that doesn't involve human excrement! So I guess we all win.
Wait. Pretty sure there was no winning in this story for me.
Um, at least they weren't alive?
There we go, win for me too.
...
Good night.
Write about: something fishy.
Quite the welcome back to work.
In addition to the tale below, Town Hall was a bit of a rush at the end of the day, as Tammy was so busy on Sunday cleaning up after the car show that she wasn't able to get the washrooms done for me. I managed to do a reasonable job of it in the time I had, and I'm glad that it won't be my turn to clean that office for another four weeks.
Now, on with the fish business.
Mine:
I start my day, as I may have previously mentioned, by driving around to unlock all the public washrooms (other than the three that are on timed auto lock/unlock). My second to last stop on my rounds is Legion Beach. The washrooms there are extremely basic (one stall on each side, no sinks) and are going to be demolished and replaced at some point in the near future.
This washroom has been the site of many adventures already, but this morning went above and beyond anything I've had to deal with previously.
When I unlocked the men's side I could smell it right away. Fish. Delightful.
I went in to have a look and found a dead fish in the toilet bowl. Dee. Light. Full.
I turned around and re-locked the door, as I didn't have any supplies with me. I got my cleaning supplies from the shop, cleaned the washrooms at the main beach (which were surprisingly not too bad), then returned to Legion to deal with the fish.
Turns out? I was mistaken in my initial assessment. There wasn't a dead fish in the toilet bowl.
There were two. One bigger one, one smaller one.
Got them out into a garbage bag, cleaned the bowl, headed to the Public Works yard for coffee break. Dumped the garbage bag with the fish in it in our dumpster there before returning to work.
I have no idea why someone (or someones - I'd hate to credit one person when two or more may have been involved) would do that. I suspect alcohol may have been an influence in the decision making process.
Or, you know, maybe he/she/they were just a-holes.
Either way! You guys get another bathroom story that doesn't involve human excrement! So I guess we all win.
Wait. Pretty sure there was no winning in this story for me.
Um, at least they weren't alive?
There we go, win for me too.
...
Good night.
Sunday June 4th, 2017
The exercise:
Write something that has to do with: no, you do it.
Kat and I went out for brunch this morning, our first date since... probably my birthday. The boys hung out with Grandma and Papa on the farm and had a great time.
Shall try to do this a little more often, me thinks.
Here's a couple shots from the car show, as I managed to get the pictures off my phone already and I figured I'd better run with the momentum:
That one inspired a series of shots of only car engines, as Max thought taking pictures of the cars that had their hoods up was suddenly a great idea.
I think that was my favorite one, as I thought the old school luggage up top was a nice touch.
All right. Back to work with me tomorrow, so I should get this done.
Mine:
With Kat's parents planting another section of strawberries (without consulting us beforehand) - which basically doubled our production from last year - we always knew picking them all was going to be a challenge. Then I got my four days on, four days off job and one of the two weekly picks became more or less impossible.
The hope at first was that my schedule would allow me to attend the Penticton farmers market when the berries came ready. But then the cold spring delayed the plants and now even that much is out of the question.
Talks of doing a U-Pick started around Christmas, with Kat's mom surprisingly on board (she likes her privacy and quiet). It was pretty much the only choice though as we don't have the manpower or cooler/fridge space to pick and store all those berries whenever they peak. I mean, we just got around 25 pounds and there are hardly any ripe out there.
So we're doing it. Our very first day will likely be this coming Saturday. And we've already got plenty of interest. It'll be a learning experience for sure, but I'm hopeful that it'll work for everyone.
Customers get their berries and we get our berries picked. We'll have to do some picking ourselves, for trades and friends and whatever, and I expect there will be days when not enough people show up to pick the whole crop.
But for the most part? We're basically telling people: "Us? No, you pick the strawberries."
Write something that has to do with: no, you do it.
Kat and I went out for brunch this morning, our first date since... probably my birthday. The boys hung out with Grandma and Papa on the farm and had a great time.
Shall try to do this a little more often, me thinks.
Here's a couple shots from the car show, as I managed to get the pictures off my phone already and I figured I'd better run with the momentum:
That one inspired a series of shots of only car engines, as Max thought taking pictures of the cars that had their hoods up was suddenly a great idea.
I think that was my favorite one, as I thought the old school luggage up top was a nice touch.
All right. Back to work with me tomorrow, so I should get this done.
Mine:
With Kat's parents planting another section of strawberries (without consulting us beforehand) - which basically doubled our production from last year - we always knew picking them all was going to be a challenge. Then I got my four days on, four days off job and one of the two weekly picks became more or less impossible.
The hope at first was that my schedule would allow me to attend the Penticton farmers market when the berries came ready. But then the cold spring delayed the plants and now even that much is out of the question.
Talks of doing a U-Pick started around Christmas, with Kat's mom surprisingly on board (she likes her privacy and quiet). It was pretty much the only choice though as we don't have the manpower or cooler/fridge space to pick and store all those berries whenever they peak. I mean, we just got around 25 pounds and there are hardly any ripe out there.
So we're doing it. Our very first day will likely be this coming Saturday. And we've already got plenty of interest. It'll be a learning experience for sure, but I'm hopeful that it'll work for everyone.
Customers get their berries and we get our berries picked. We'll have to do some picking ourselves, for trades and friends and whatever, and I expect there will be days when not enough people show up to pick the whole crop.
But for the most part? We're basically telling people: "Us? No, you pick the strawberries."
Saturday June 3rd, 2017
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: criminal minds.
Had our first thorough strawberry pick today. Managed to find 24 pounds between Kat, Max, and myself this morning. Kat's dad went through the rest this afternoon and probably got another 3 or 4 pounds.
So it begins.
Took Max to a car show here in town after lunch. He had a blast. Will share some pictures once I get them off my phone.
I will try to do that in a reasonable amount of time.
Mine:
Take what you can
And give it all you got;
Steal all the money
Until you get caught
Write a four line poem about: criminal minds.
Had our first thorough strawberry pick today. Managed to find 24 pounds between Kat, Max, and myself this morning. Kat's dad went through the rest this afternoon and probably got another 3 or 4 pounds.
So it begins.
Took Max to a car show here in town after lunch. He had a blast. Will share some pictures once I get them off my phone.
I will try to do that in a reasonable amount of time.
Mine:
Take what you can
And give it all you got;
Steal all the money
Until you get caught
Friday June 2nd, 2017
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the ball game.
Drove up to Oliver this evening for a Town of Osoyoos employees vs Town of Oliver employees slo-pitch game. I hadn't played ball in a very long time - in fact I couldn't even find my glove, so I had to borrow one.
It was a lot of fun, hanging out with people I'd worked with at Town Hall and the Community Centre, though I was the only Public Works guy to show up.
Plus we wooped 'em pretty good, so that was a bonus.
It took me a while to get comfortable at the plate but I did manage a few hits with solid contact. Maybe if I played more regularly I'd hit the ball like I wanted to.
Anyway. Gonna be sore tomorrow. Should maybe get some sleep.
Mine:
"I think I'm going to quit my job and do this full time instead - you can make some serious money playing baseball!"
"Yeah, if you're like, really good at it."
"Yes, exactly!"
"... please don't tell me that you think you're really good at this."
Write four lines of prose about: the ball game.
Drove up to Oliver this evening for a Town of Osoyoos employees vs Town of Oliver employees slo-pitch game. I hadn't played ball in a very long time - in fact I couldn't even find my glove, so I had to borrow one.
It was a lot of fun, hanging out with people I'd worked with at Town Hall and the Community Centre, though I was the only Public Works guy to show up.
Plus we wooped 'em pretty good, so that was a bonus.
It took me a while to get comfortable at the plate but I did manage a few hits with solid contact. Maybe if I played more regularly I'd hit the ball like I wanted to.
Anyway. Gonna be sore tomorrow. Should maybe get some sleep.
Mine:
"I think I'm going to quit my job and do this full time instead - you can make some serious money playing baseball!"
"Yeah, if you're like, really good at it."
"Yes, exactly!"
"... please don't tell me that you think you're really good at this."
Thursday June 1st, 2017
The exercise:
Write about something that is: rocky.
And we've made it to June! Goodness me.
Spent the day with the boys while Kat got some work done. Max is still having a blast at playschool, now with a new twist.
Class lets out at 11 and for the last couple of weeks the benches in front of the elementary school have become the unofficial meetup spot. The parents get to sit and chat while the kids run around and play outside for a while. It usually starts out with Max and three or four of his classmates (there are only eight kids in his class total) and by the end we have to drag the last two or three out of there.
Today Max was out there for over an hour. It's been really great to see.
I had Miles with me and he was okay for a while just sitting on my lap while I talked to the moms of the other kids. Eventually he wanted down and then he spent the rest of the time either trying to eat grass or crawling after the bigger kids.
Pretty fun.
Mine:
The road ahead is not clear -
We're in for a fight my dear.
Every step will be a fight
As we try to reach the light
Of another waiting dawn,
Before all our love is gone...
Write about something that is: rocky.
And we've made it to June! Goodness me.
Spent the day with the boys while Kat got some work done. Max is still having a blast at playschool, now with a new twist.
Class lets out at 11 and for the last couple of weeks the benches in front of the elementary school have become the unofficial meetup spot. The parents get to sit and chat while the kids run around and play outside for a while. It usually starts out with Max and three or four of his classmates (there are only eight kids in his class total) and by the end we have to drag the last two or three out of there.
Today Max was out there for over an hour. It's been really great to see.
I had Miles with me and he was okay for a while just sitting on my lap while I talked to the moms of the other kids. Eventually he wanted down and then he spent the rest of the time either trying to eat grass or crawling after the bigger kids.
Pretty fun.
Mine:
The road ahead is not clear -
We're in for a fight my dear.
Every step will be a fight
As we try to reach the light
Of another waiting dawn,
Before all our love is gone...
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