Write a four line poem about something that is: bewildering.
The bakery was nuts this morning. I think we'd sold all of the loaves by 11, which is summer style nonsense. We had no idea what was going on.
Eventually one of our customers mentioned that it's a long weekend in Alberta and it all started to make some sense, as Osoyoos tends to get flooded with visitors whenever our neighbouring province has some time off.
I didn't end up closing early, as there were still lots of cinnamon buns left, but at least the afternoon was calmer. Aside from the late arrivals disappointed with the lack of bread.
Looking forward to my weekend.
It's all so baffling and dizzying -
I am bathed in wonderment!
Isn't it just mind-boggling that I
Was elected president?
Write four lines of prose about: 28 days later.
Could be about the horror movie. Could be about the real life horror movie. Could be about something else entirely. Up to you!
I woke up yesterday morning feeling like I'd been punched in the right cheek. Spent most of the day worrying there was something wrong with my teeth. Eventually realized, what with being sick for a little over a week, that it probably had something to do with my sinuses.
In my defense, I likely would have come to this conclusion far sooner if I'd ever had issues with my sinuses before.
My shift didn't start until ten this morning, so that gave me time to hit the pharmacy and get some sinus medication. Felt like a miracle drug, especially after ending my shift yesterday feeling utterly miserable. Currently looking forward to taking the night time dose before I go to sleep, as the day time dose I took this morning has definitely run out.
"It's been a bit of a disaster, huh?"
"Honey, the Hindenburg was a disaster."
"So what does that make what we've just been through?"
"A long, drawn out, level ten catastrophe."
I do believe it is time for some more unfavorable comparisons. Agreed?
All right then, let's get to 'em.
Confident? No, I don't believe anyone has ever described the way he walks using that word. More likely - and accurately - one might say that his gait is like that of a toddler, with a bad knee, making his way across a field of partially frozen mud.
* * *
Is he fit to be president? With complete certainty, he is equally fit as the contents of the diaper pail in a house with five diaper clad children.
* * *
She gave a fine acceptance speech, if you like listening to a neverending loop of cats coughing up hairballs.
* * *
He had a cough like the bark of an asthmatic dog, but every now and again he sounded more like a garburator struggling to dispose of leftover, congealed vegetable soup.
Write about: the keeper.
Busy bakery today, aside from a stretch in the afternoon that allowed me to get a start on cleaning up the back. Had a lady come in fifteen minutes before closing who bought two out of the last three loaves and two out of the last five epis. Unfortunately no one else came in after her, but I was pleased to have hardly anything left to put in the freezer at closing.
My cold didn't bother me too much, as the congestion isn't too bad at this point. Just have to remember to have a glass of water at the front for when my voice starts to give out.
Back at it tomorrow.
A keeper of secrets, that's what they call me. Oh, I might have a secret or three. Many more, almost certainly. An exact number, however, you shall never see. That's just one of my secrets, obviously.
Do you have one you wish to share? I shall keep it with such great care - I swear! Go on, speak it, if you dare. No others shall hear it, only myself and the air.
I see that it is hard for you to trust. Take your time, if you must. Perhaps it would be easier for you to entrust your secret if you just thought of it as writing it in dust moments before an obliterating wind gust?
Here and then gone, no more permanent than the dawn or a yawn. So let me hear it, go on.
Oh, my - that is quite dark. I should think that carrying such a burden would leave a terrible mark. It must have felt permanent, like a birthmark. But it is shared now, so go forth and walk a little lighter through the park. I daresay you deserve to have a bit of a lark.
Go on, laugh like you'd forgotten how. Your secret is mine now.
Write two haiku about: love.
With all the health issues in recent weeks, today being Valentine's Day was a definite afterthought. Maybe Kat and I will celebrate it a little late, once everyone is fully recovered.
I'm feeling better today, so hopefully work at the bakery tomorrow won't be too miserable.
You say you love me,
so go ahead and prove it:
take out the garbage
* * *
At first sight? No, dear.
It grew slowly but surely,
and now I am yours
Write about: the artist.
Pretty sure I triple checked the blog to make sure I hadn't used that as a prompt before. Well, I did use it on a Two Haiku Tuesday, but that hardly counts.
Anyway, making use of it today. Let us see what inspiration brings each of us.
Kids health update: both boys are basically better now. Miles has a slight cough and a bit of a runny nose still, but neither seems to be bothering him much.
Personal health update: blergh.
She sat in the garden,
Paintbrush in hand,
Watching the sun set,
Again and again.
Helpless to stop herself,
Day after day;
Her canvas untouched
As the light show played.
She once told her brother
In a letter
That Mother Nature
Just did it better.
Write about: the guru.
Definitely felt the worst I have so far today. Wasn't bedridden or anything like that... but I wouldn't have minded being at a couple of points.
The weather is gradually warming up, the snow is slowly melting away. Spring is coming... it's just taking its sweet frickin' time.
"Yes, my child?"
"Uh... okay. I was wondering if you could give me a hand with this thing I'm working on - I hear you're the expert around here."
"Of course, my child."
"... right. So, um, can you swing by my cubicle now or is this not a good time?"
"My child, I do not move from my wisdom seat. You must bring your troubles to me, for I cannot go to them."
"Okay, sure. I guess I'll bring my laptop by in a few minutes then, yeah?"
"I look forward to parting the obscuring clouds of confusion for you, my child, in order to place into your hands the full power of Excel."