Category Archives: Writing

RagTag Daily Prompt: Bank

A response in starting over with a new daily avoidance (or non-avoidance, as the case may be), here with the Ragtag Daily Prompt , today is Bank.

You can bank on Elliot taking a seat in front of the fire.

Share Your World – September 4, 2023

From fellow blogger Pensivity101Welcome to Share your World which I intend to continue to host in Melanie’s memory.
I considered her a personal friend and know how much pleasure she got from writing these posts. She was very popular and like so many other bloggers, I shall miss her wit and presence .
”  We will miss Melanie.

And now for this week’s Share Your World

How do you get on with your in-laws/partner’s family?

I don’t get on anything with them except the phone since they don’t live nearby.

What is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you?

You can retire in 5 years! Well, technically, the only person who said that to me is me, but it was a nice thing for me to say…

What was your favourite ride/stall at a fun fair?

Well, we don’t call them “fun fairs” here, but I try to stay as far away from them as possible because, well, not fun.

Would you like to be a child growing up in today’s world?

I think I would prefer to be a cat. Just taking naps and not worried about anything except making sure I got my dinner on time.


RagTag Daily Prompt: Ridiculous

A response in starting over with a new daily avoidance (or non-avoidance, as the case may be), here with the Ragtag Daily Prompt , today is Ridiculous.

A cat in a box is never ridiculous.

Tuesday Tales

Continuing on with my life in drafts.

This week in class,we worked on six-sentence stories.  Not to be confused with six-word stories which, I hear, are shorter.  Unless the six words are each an individual sentence.

Well. It. Could. Work. You. Know.

The think I like about good six-sentence stories are that not every sentence is long and full of commas and semicolons in that attempt to get it all in.  Not that they don’t work, I just prefer some variation and choosing words that get the point across without having to add a lot more. And not to say I am good at this. No.

We took on the exercise in two parts. 6 minutes to write one six sentence story.  Then another six minutes to tell the SAME story in a different six sentences.  The idea was that it should be the same topic or story, but be different.  I did not really accomplish this second part, but I tried.  Perhaps this is an exercise you come back to in a day or two and with distance, you can really re conceptualize.

So, here in honour of the fact that I was “in class” listening to thunder roll all around me (when we literally NEVER have thunderstorms here – in 16 years, I can count them on one hand) are my two takes on Thunder in six sentence.

Thunder

I used to be afraid of thunder, like a cat cowering under blankets. Then I grew to love the sudden bursts of power, counting down after flashes of lightning for the crashes. But with age comes the understanding that thunderstorms can bring tornados and destruction, at least when you live on the prairies. So, while my husband watched, fascinated with the concert coming our way, I stood behind, wary and worried. Now, I miss thunder. Living on the west coast brings many wonderful things, but nothing as wonderful as seeing and hearing the storm coming to put on its best show.

Take 2

I dive under cover with the flash, safe from the thunder I know is coming. As years pass, I lie in bed, thinking “one, two, three” knowing that the higher the number, the further away the storm. One day, the storm comes and before it passes, a town is in ruins, and I am afraid again. “Come on, watch the storm with me,” my husband calls, but I stand behind the screen door safe from falling trees. Then one day I move to where the sounds thunder can be counted on one hand after 17 years. Was that thunder I heard today, I wonder, but it was only wishful thinking.

Share Your World – August 28, 2023

From fellow blogger Pensivity101Welcome to Share your World which I intend to continue to host in Melanie’s memory.
I considered her a personal friend and know how much pleasure she got from writing these posts. She was very popular and like so many other bloggers, I shall miss her wit and presence .
”  We will miss Melanie.

And now for this week’s Share Your World

Do you have a favourite time of year?

Yes. Oh, do you want to know what it is too? Hallowe’en!

What is your happiest memory?

Dressing up for Hallowe’en.

If you could change something about yourself, what would it be?

I would have been born on Hallowe’en. Oh wait…I was!

Are you a tidy person (ie. everything in its place), or do you prefer a bit of clutter?

 Yes.


RagTag Daily Prompt: Typical

A response in starting over with a new daily avoidance (or non-avoidance, as the case may be), here with the Ragtag Daily Prompt , today is Typical.

Typical … when I’m truing to take a picture of Lucy.

RagTag Daily Prompt: Missing Part

A response in starting over with a new daily avoidance (or non-avoidance, as the case may be), here with the Ragtag Daily Prompt , today is Missing Part.

Well, I guess technically there are parts, but they are missing something?

Tuesday Tales

Continuing on with my life in drafts.

This week in class, after starting with a warmup where we wrote for 7 minutes, then had one minute and 45 seconds to rewrite the piece, then a short time to take the first and last sentences and one middle sentence from the original piece trust me, this last exercise was tough!) we moved on to a new exercise.

We used Chat to brainstorm words beginning with A and then with B.  For each letter, we picked a word that resonated and had five minutes to write a piece.  One with A, then one with B. Then we worked in pairs to read our pieces and for the other person to find connections between them.  It was kind of interesting as mine were both about mundane home events, with dialogue and interaction, and I would also say about food in some way.  Ok, my words were Avocado and BBQ.

Anyhoo…I present for you here: Avocado.

“Do we have an avocado for dinner?”

“I think so, let’s see.  We have two here…”

Now, I think to myself, what are the chances that one of those avocados is at the right stage of ripeness for us to enjoy with our dinner.

“Crap, this one is mushy.” I mutter, getting sideways glances from Kevin.

I am betting when I open it up it will be black, or black spotted, in which case I could carve around said black spots for the edible bits.

The other one feels firmer, I think. Do I take a chance on it?

If I open the mushy one and it is no good, I at least can move on…I feel like there is a life lesson here.  But I am not sure what it is.

“So, do we have an avocado for dinner?”

Or is it Schrodinger’s avocado, I think to myself feeling smart and smug, both mushy and firm at the same time?

“Yes, we do!”

RagTag Daily Prompt: a textbook not a cat??

A response in starting over with a new daily avoidance (or non-avoidance, as the case may be), here with the Ragtag Daily Prompt , today is not a cat but a textbook.

Ok, I totally don’t understand this prompt, but it is ALWAYS a cat…never a textbook (at least around here…)

Share Your World – August 14, 2023

From fellow blogger Pensivity101Welcome to Share your World which I intend to continue to host in Melanie’s memory.
I considered her a personal friend and know how much pleasure she got from writing these posts. She was very popular and like so many other bloggers, I shall miss her wit and presence .
”  We will miss Melanie.

And now for this week’s Share Your World

Do you use a feather duster for cleaning?

Come on, now. Do those things really work? I tried one once and all I did was make it so the dust was evenly distributed everywhere…

Do you use a washing liquid, ‘ball’ thingie or washing powder?

‘Ball’ thingie? I admit to being intrigued, and slightly embarrassed…

Do you own anything that has to be hand washed?

Probably, doesn’t mean I hand wash it.

Do you use, or have you ever used, a laundry service?

Yes. It was called mom back in the day before she got wise and taught me how to do my own laundry…