Write about: the hovel.
Bakery was about the same this morning, maybe slightly busier than yesterday. I expect things to pick up tomorrow and Saturday though.
Natalie was let out of school early today, so she came over to play with Max after lunch. It's interesting to observe the changes brought about by her being in school. There's been a lot of good, but she's also definitely picking up some bad habits from her peers.
To be expected, but not always easy to deal with.
"It is a bit of a fixer-upper."
"That implies that it is broken down, brother."
"It is what we can afford right now, brother. After our last job went South."
"So, in response, you wish for us to go North? To this... this... hovel?"
"Everyone flees to the South, brother. Remember the Cousins? Mitchell and Nancy? South. Jailed less than a week later. They will not expect this. And, should they discover our ruse, they would never find us here."
"If we fix it up too nicely they will find us quite easily, brother."
"We will leave the outside as it is. The interior will become much nicer."
"Livable, you mean brother?"
"That implies that it is unlivable in its current state, brother."
"I would agree with that assessment."
"It will not be forever, brother. We will make do while we are there."
"I do not wish to make do, brother. I wish to make nice. Luxurious, even. May-"
"With what money, brother? It is better than prison. That is all that matters for now."
"Yes. For now, brother."
Write about: the breakthrough.
Bakery is still pretty quiet. I guess it'll be this way until things pick up around Christmas. We'll see how much of that I get to see, but the current plan is to stick around while I continue searching for a full time job.
Took Max to the park this afternoon, where we arrived moments before one of the boys from his soccer class (along with his mom and baby sister - who is only 3 days younger than Miles). We've been in various classes with Clark the last few years, so they know each other a little bit. This was the first time they'd run into each other at the park though.
And they had a friggin' blast.
I've never seen Max play with another kid like that (other than Natalie of course). He usually would rather play with me (or Kat if she's the one with him) than other kids. But him and Clark were climbing all over the place, going down the slides, checking out the firetruck, running everywhere... and Max barely said a word to me the whole time.
I honestly didn't know what to do with myself.
I chatted with Clark's mom for a bit. I tried to stay warm in the chilly wind. I gave Max more time than we really had before we had to get home for dinner prep.
It was pretty great.
The investigation went on for months. No detail was left unexamined, in any of the three dozen crime scenes. The work was extensive and thorough - there was too much at stake for anything less, and the man in charge of the case was keenly aware of that.
His team was on their fourth day on the most recent scene when Marquez, a newly assigned Detective, noticed something odd. It was extremely minor - in fact he almost didn't bother to bring it to the attention of his boss.
But better safe than sorry, as they say.
The man, who everyone simply referred to as The Head Honcho, did not at first appreciate what he was being shown. He was about to send Marquez back to the scene when he took another look at the photograph of the shard of glass.
"Wait..." he said, cocking his head to the side. "This looks like it came from... but it couldn't be."
"What is it, sir?" Marquez asked.
"Quick! Someone bring me one of the water pitchers from the lunch room!"
And, finally, a breakthrough had occurred in the Breakthrough Case.
Write two haiku about: haiku.
Apologies if I've done this before, but I have no reasonable way of figuring out if I have. I mean, I could look back at every single Two Haiku Tuesday post I've done, but... yeah, that ain't happening. So here we go! Possibly again!
Had a successful trip to Penticton today. Quite enjoyed blasting music like this and this and this on the way there and back. It's been a while since I had the chance to listen to my music with such freedom. Well, during the day.
I do tend to indulge (with headphones on) after everyone else has gone to bed in the evenings.
Back to the bakery tomorrow morning.
I demand two from you; to
me they're called two-ku
* * *
Such a constricting
format that, sometimes, I just
run out of space to
Let us return today to the Random Book prompt. Go grab a book, or simply make use of Amazon's Look Inside feature, and purloin its first line to use as the opening of your writing. Then... take it from there!
Making a solo trip up to Penticton tomorrow afternoon to run some errands. It's going to feel very strange to be in the car by myself.
I think I shall take advantage of the situation and play some highly inappropriate for kids music in the car.
Edit: Sorry this is going up so late. Had internet issues last night and couldn't get back to the computer until now.
Beach Blues by Joanne DeMaio
If a little beach cottage could look forlorn, this one does. With its peeling white paint and at least five boards missing from the front porch, its a wonder that the roof is only sagging and has not yet made a break for the ocean. It's a good thing we got such a great deal on this place.
"We did get a great deal on this place," I say to Gregor. "Right?"
"Of course Chantel," he says with a dismissive laugh. "I pay cash, he ask no questions, deal of century."
I wonder how much he got taken for. I'd ask for a receipt but I know there will be no paper trail leading to this place. I can trust Gregor to do that much at least.
"How long do we have to stay in this dump?"
"Dump? You are being unkind." He gives me a stern look that I pretend to not see. "We lay low, smoke blows over, then we are free to do what we do once more. Easy as pie."
Too bad making pie is not as easy as they say it is. At least it never seems to be when Gregor and I are involved.
Write about: the enclosure.
Chopped and hauled firewood for the first time this fall with Max this afternoon. The fireplace is currently home to a lovely fire while outside a chilly rain is falling.
I am not mentally prepared for this. It's only mid-October. We've still got ten days until my birthday, for crying out loud!
Anyway. Hopefully the sun will come for a visit at least a few times this week. That would be nice.
"Errrrrr... kish. The crane is in position. Crew is standing by. Lower hook... now. Keep it coming. Keep it coming. A little more... a little more... and stop!"
"Package secured... bring her up! That's it... okay, swing it to the left. A bit more. Perfect! All right, lower away!"
"Here we go, the elephant is being lowered into the baby enclosure. It spins slowly as it nears the wide-eyed baby. Oh lord, he looks excited! I can't watch! Oh no, the baby has the elephant in his jaws! It's a bloodbath! The carnage is stomach turning! It's like the elephant is in a butcher shop run by a violent lunatic!"
"Honey, I thought we had agreed that you wouldn't talk like that in front of the baby."
"Oh come on, Maria! Look at him laugh! He loves it!"
"No more playing like that or I'm taking the blue elephant chew toy away from the both of you."
Write a four line poem about: the delivery man.
Kat had a table at a family fair in Oliver this morning, hoping to sell all the clothes Miles has outgrown, along with a baby swing, play mat, and diapers he grew out of before we used up all the packages. Mostly just to make some room in our place, but also some extra money would be nice.
It didn't go especially well.
Eventually she sold a few things, but the people who came to shop were generally not looking for baby clothes. So that made things a little difficult.
We did some shopping for ourselves while we were there, picking up some winter booties and a teething toy for Miles, along with a toy go kart and a big (3 feet x 2 feet) construction jigsaw puzzle for Max. So there was that at least.
Now Kat gets to try to sell the leftovers through Facebook. I shall keep my fingers crossed for that.
He drives his truck
From place to place,
While dreaming of
A far off face
Write four lines of prose about: the bully.
It was a windy morning, but at least the rain held off after dumping on us all of last night. So I took Max and Miles to do some grocery shopping and to visit the coffee shop (to make Max eat the rest of his breakfast before he could have his morning snack. Also: coffee).
After lunch we did a family trip to the nearest fruit stand to stock up on squash (butternut, delicata, and festival) since our squash plants... never actually made it to the garden this year.
Oh well, better luck next year.
I don't need to talk to anybody. I know what they would say, all the useless advice they would have for me.
No thanks, guys - I've got better things to do with my time than to deal with your pathetic attempts to "help" me.
Like stealing Kevin Carter's lunch money and throwing Evan Brown's homework in the toilet.