Wow, it's been nearly a year since I wrote that last "pause" post. It's really high time I finish this writing/photo challenge I was doing with my mum last May (yeah, more than a year ago). I said I'd finish it in August or September, once I was done with traveling. Ummm, yeah, that didn't really happen, eh? OK, so now I'm back and ready to write again. Anyhow, without any further ado, back to the still-current writing challenge...
PS - I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with this blog once I'm done with this challenge. It was created for an assignment in my creative writing class my last year at Southern. I've used it off and on again sporadically since spring 2010, but these days I'm finding myself doing most of my writing on my main blog (when I do any at all...). I think it might finally be time to retire this one. Thoughts?
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Sunday, June 16, 2013
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Pause...
Well, I hit a snag in this May month challenge. My mum got pretty sick for a week in mid-May and didn't take or post her pictures. Then she posted a whole bunch all at once when she got better. And I just didn't get back into finishing up the challenge. So therefore, this challenge is now officially on hold until sometime in August or September. I promise I'll finish it, but you might have to wait a few months to get the finishing touches. Sorry, but that's the best I can promise you right now. Do check back in August or September, though, because I'm planning for the last half of the challenge to be just as fun as the first half was for me. And as always, thanks for checking out this blog every once in awhile and leaving comments. I love all you readers!
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Alphabet Day 16 - Letter P
May challenge
Philip stood under the large Canadian flag in his hometown. It was good to be back on home soil again. It was good to be home again finally. He walked around the large park downtown. Smelling the pine trees and willows. Breathing deeply of the fresh lake breeze. Exhaling out the stresses and worries that had built up inside since his last visit. Somehow just being home always made it all melt away, no matter what the reason was for being back. He found a spot in the sand away from most of the park-goers and dug slight hole which he fashioned into a simple seat. Then he sat and watched the people pass by, the kids riding their bikes, the young teens rollerblading, the older teens sauntering along in small groups, the young adults walking hand in hand, the parents pushing baby strollers, the middle aged striding by in pairs of small groups talking while they power-walked, the elderly shuffling along holding each other's arms or using canes or walkers. Suddenly Philip realized the sky had darkened, the wind had died down and the day was ending. He hadn't even gone home yet, but had stopped just over the bridge to enjoy the park. His parents were probably going to worry if he didn't get going soon. For a second he was surprised they hadn't called his cell phone yet, but then realized he'd turned it off at the border. Hopping up, he jogged back to the parking lot, jumped in his little Mazda, pulled it back onto the main road, and headed for home.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Philip stood under the large Canadian flag in his hometown. It was good to be back on home soil again. It was good to be home again finally. He walked around the large park downtown. Smelling the pine trees and willows. Breathing deeply of the fresh lake breeze. Exhaling out the stresses and worries that had built up inside since his last visit. Somehow just being home always made it all melt away, no matter what the reason was for being back. He found a spot in the sand away from most of the park-goers and dug slight hole which he fashioned into a simple seat. Then he sat and watched the people pass by, the kids riding their bikes, the young teens rollerblading, the older teens sauntering along in small groups, the young adults walking hand in hand, the parents pushing baby strollers, the middle aged striding by in pairs of small groups talking while they power-walked, the elderly shuffling along holding each other's arms or using canes or walkers. Suddenly Philip realized the sky had darkened, the wind had died down and the day was ending. He hadn't even gone home yet, but had stopped just over the bridge to enjoy the park. His parents were probably going to worry if he didn't get going soon. For a second he was surprised they hadn't called his cell phone yet, but then realized he'd turned it off at the border. Hopping up, he jogged back to the parking lot, jumped in his little Mazda, pulled it back onto the main road, and headed for home.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Alphabet Day 15 - Letter O
May challenge
Olivia stared at the painting on the wall as she sat in the waiting room. What was it supposed to be? The sky? The ocean? She couldn't decide, so she picked up one of the parenting magazines sitting on the small oak coffee table and leafed through it. But she couldn't concentrate. Why was the person ahead of her taking so long? Finally she was called in. When she left the office a while later she glanced at the picture again. Maybe it was the sky and the ocean. Maybe it was a stormy sky above a wavy ocean. She smiled and patted her stomach tenderly as she rushed out the door to meet her husband for lunch. Storm. Sky. Ocean. Those could all be possible baby names.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Olivia stared at the painting on the wall as she sat in the waiting room. What was it supposed to be? The sky? The ocean? She couldn't decide, so she picked up one of the parenting magazines sitting on the small oak coffee table and leafed through it. But she couldn't concentrate. Why was the person ahead of her taking so long? Finally she was called in. When she left the office a while later she glanced at the picture again. Maybe it was the sky and the ocean. Maybe it was a stormy sky above a wavy ocean. She smiled and patted her stomach tenderly as she rushed out the door to meet her husband for lunch. Storm. Sky. Ocean. Those could all be possible baby names.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Alphabet Day 14 - Letter N
May challenge
Natalie giggled as Jaxon lead her through the forest. The sky was baby blue through the tree branches overhead and Jaxon's hand in hers was warm and confident. He jumped over a large log that had fallen across the nearly invisible trail and with his help she easily hopped over it too. As he started up a steep incline, Natalie pulled back and doubled over to catch her breathe. "Jaxon, can we rest for a minute. I'm about to collapse." He turned back and his excited grin quickened her heart. "Come on, the ridge is just ahead," Jaxon said, wrapping his arms around her to straighten her again. He brushed a quick kiss to her flushed cheek and started bounding up the trail again. She groaned, but only halfheartedly. His energy was just too exuberant not to get caught up in it. She gathered all her strength and followed her boyfriend who was waiting halfway up the hill. When she reached him, he grabbed her hand again and almost dragged up the rest of the way to the top. "Wow," she breathed as they emerged above the trees. The green valley spread out below them, split in two by a thread of blue. She slowly turned to take in the view from all directions. Jaxon tugged an old stump to a flat spot a few feet away and then rummaged around for a second one. They sat side by side watching the sky lighten into lilac and then cherry blossom pink. Just as the as the pink sun peaked over the horizon, Jaxon squirmed off his stump. Before she could ask what he was doing down there in the dirt, he dug a small box from his pocket. Holding it up to her, his eyes the same intensity as the rising sun, he said the words. "Natalie, I love you. Will you marry me?" Shocked, she stared down at the chunk of sandy blond hair falling across his brow. "What? I mean, now? I mean, you planned this all? I thought we were just going to camping for the weekend." He knelt up on both knees and clasped her hands. "Of course now, silly. Don't you remember how we started dating? At sunrise on the last morning of our freshman kayaking trip." She nodded, still staring into his warm brown eyes. "Nat, are you going to answer me?" he asked, shaking her hands with excited impatience. "Will you?" Her face broke into a wide smile. "Of course I will. I've only been waiting for this for like a hundred years." The fiery ball emerged from the mountains to the east, beams stretching out to warm their cheeks just as Jaxon pulled her down into his lap and kissed her. When he let her go, all she could do was lean against his chest, too happy to even speak. When the sun was higher in the sky she suddenly remembered something. "The box, Jax, what's in there? You know I never needed a ring." Jaxon picked it off the ground and brushed the streaks of dust off the polished wood. "Open it," he said, holding it out to her. Natalie flipped open the lid and gasped. A tiny picture of that morning five years ago was mounted on one side of the box. The other side was empty. "That's for a picture of today," Jaxon whispered into her ear. "I know you love documenting your life with pictures. I brought a camera." Jaxon held up the small camera and as she smiled with her face smooshed beside his, her heard soared. If she didn't know before that she was making the right decision, she certainly did now.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Natalie giggled as Jaxon lead her through the forest. The sky was baby blue through the tree branches overhead and Jaxon's hand in hers was warm and confident. He jumped over a large log that had fallen across the nearly invisible trail and with his help she easily hopped over it too. As he started up a steep incline, Natalie pulled back and doubled over to catch her breathe. "Jaxon, can we rest for a minute. I'm about to collapse." He turned back and his excited grin quickened her heart. "Come on, the ridge is just ahead," Jaxon said, wrapping his arms around her to straighten her again. He brushed a quick kiss to her flushed cheek and started bounding up the trail again. She groaned, but only halfheartedly. His energy was just too exuberant not to get caught up in it. She gathered all her strength and followed her boyfriend who was waiting halfway up the hill. When she reached him, he grabbed her hand again and almost dragged up the rest of the way to the top. "Wow," she breathed as they emerged above the trees. The green valley spread out below them, split in two by a thread of blue. She slowly turned to take in the view from all directions. Jaxon tugged an old stump to a flat spot a few feet away and then rummaged around for a second one. They sat side by side watching the sky lighten into lilac and then cherry blossom pink. Just as the as the pink sun peaked over the horizon, Jaxon squirmed off his stump. Before she could ask what he was doing down there in the dirt, he dug a small box from his pocket. Holding it up to her, his eyes the same intensity as the rising sun, he said the words. "Natalie, I love you. Will you marry me?" Shocked, she stared down at the chunk of sandy blond hair falling across his brow. "What? I mean, now? I mean, you planned this all? I thought we were just going to camping for the weekend." He knelt up on both knees and clasped her hands. "Of course now, silly. Don't you remember how we started dating? At sunrise on the last morning of our freshman kayaking trip." She nodded, still staring into his warm brown eyes. "Nat, are you going to answer me?" he asked, shaking her hands with excited impatience. "Will you?" Her face broke into a wide smile. "Of course I will. I've only been waiting for this for like a hundred years." The fiery ball emerged from the mountains to the east, beams stretching out to warm their cheeks just as Jaxon pulled her down into his lap and kissed her. When he let her go, all she could do was lean against his chest, too happy to even speak. When the sun was higher in the sky she suddenly remembered something. "The box, Jax, what's in there? You know I never needed a ring." Jaxon picked it off the ground and brushed the streaks of dust off the polished wood. "Open it," he said, holding it out to her. Natalie flipped open the lid and gasped. A tiny picture of that morning five years ago was mounted on one side of the box. The other side was empty. "That's for a picture of today," Jaxon whispered into her ear. "I know you love documenting your life with pictures. I brought a camera." Jaxon held up the small camera and as she smiled with her face smooshed beside his, her heard soared. If she didn't know before that she was making the right decision, she certainly did now.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Alphabet Day 13 - Letter M
May challenge
Mitch slid his binder out of his bookbag and set it on the stand. He pulled the stand up to the right height and flipped the binder open to "Moon Over the Ruined Castle." He picked up his bow, tightened it, tested it on his strings, readjusted the tightening and set it on the strings again. He breathed out, then slowly pulled the bow across the strings. Shrieks rang out as the bow skittered and bounced along. He regripped the bow, only stopping the shrieks and producing squawks instead. Mitch grimaced and stopped. He held the bow in his left hand, shook out his right, then carefully arranged his right hand over the bow again. The second try was slightly better. Mitch got through the whole piece and started again. His lesson was tomorrow and he wanted to at least sound better than the five year old who had lessons before him. If he was going to impress Val, he had to try harder, do better, sound like something other than a garbage truck braking to a stop. Mitch practiced for another 45 minutes, playing through the piece, stopping to practice difficult sections, practicing fingerings. By 3:30 when his timer buzzed, Mitch's fingers were sore and blistered. He carefully set his cello down, rose and stretched. Then he went into the kitchen, dug through the freezer and backed out with a bag of peas wrapped around his fingers. He'd practice again later, but not he need to collapse onto his waterbed and take a nice long break.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Mitch slid his binder out of his bookbag and set it on the stand. He pulled the stand up to the right height and flipped the binder open to "Moon Over the Ruined Castle." He picked up his bow, tightened it, tested it on his strings, readjusted the tightening and set it on the strings again. He breathed out, then slowly pulled the bow across the strings. Shrieks rang out as the bow skittered and bounced along. He regripped the bow, only stopping the shrieks and producing squawks instead. Mitch grimaced and stopped. He held the bow in his left hand, shook out his right, then carefully arranged his right hand over the bow again. The second try was slightly better. Mitch got through the whole piece and started again. His lesson was tomorrow and he wanted to at least sound better than the five year old who had lessons before him. If he was going to impress Val, he had to try harder, do better, sound like something other than a garbage truck braking to a stop. Mitch practiced for another 45 minutes, playing through the piece, stopping to practice difficult sections, practicing fingerings. By 3:30 when his timer buzzed, Mitch's fingers were sore and blistered. He carefully set his cello down, rose and stretched. Then he went into the kitchen, dug through the freezer and backed out with a bag of peas wrapped around his fingers. He'd practice again later, but not he need to collapse onto his waterbed and take a nice long break.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Alphabet Day 12 - Letter L
May challenge
Lance sighed as he swiped the dust rag around the lamp and photo albums on the end tables in the living. Dusting. His least favourite chore. He would rather do anything else in the house than dusting. He scooted along on his knees to the matching table on the opposite end of the couch. He stabbed his cloth-covered finger at the corners of the picture frames decorating the table. Ester Lily, dressed in a pink tutu, smiled precociously out at him from the nearest frame. Ester Lily and her love of vacuuming. Sometimes it was kind of cute, but today it was nauseating. He wanted to be outside playing baseball with the rest of the boys living on their street. But instead he had to finish up his chores first. From the dining room he heard Ester Lily belting out one of her made-up songs as the vacuum vroomed around the room. Lance made a face at picture-Ester Lily and continued moving around the living room, doing a good enough job the extra dust wouldn't be noticed, but not being as careful as he knew his mother would like. The sunny spring afternoon and the shouts of the other boys already at the field down the street were too tempting to be thorough today.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Lance sighed as he swiped the dust rag around the lamp and photo albums on the end tables in the living. Dusting. His least favourite chore. He would rather do anything else in the house than dusting. He scooted along on his knees to the matching table on the opposite end of the couch. He stabbed his cloth-covered finger at the corners of the picture frames decorating the table. Ester Lily, dressed in a pink tutu, smiled precociously out at him from the nearest frame. Ester Lily and her love of vacuuming. Sometimes it was kind of cute, but today it was nauseating. He wanted to be outside playing baseball with the rest of the boys living on their street. But instead he had to finish up his chores first. From the dining room he heard Ester Lily belting out one of her made-up songs as the vacuum vroomed around the room. Lance made a face at picture-Ester Lily and continued moving around the living room, doing a good enough job the extra dust wouldn't be noticed, but not being as careful as he knew his mother would like. The sunny spring afternoon and the shouts of the other boys already at the field down the street were too tempting to be thorough today.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Alphabet Day 11 - Letter K
May challenge
Kailee stretched as tall as she could. The tips of her fingers brushed the bottom of the door knocker. She stretched again and this time her fingers were able to flip the knocker just enough to bang the door. "I'm coming, just give me a minute," came the sing-song voice inside the house. A slow shuffle approached the door and Francis flung it open. "Well, dear, what a nice surprise! Just come right on in." Francis crooned at the sight of the tiny four-year-old. Kailee smiled up at her. "Mrs. Flannigan, my mummy told me to bring you over this container of cookies. She made a lot today and she doesn't want me eating too many." Francis motioned the girl in as she replied. "Well, isn't that sweet of your mummy! I've been hankering for some of her cookies the past few days. She makes them almost as good as my dear mother used to." Kailee followed Francis into the living room and sat down in the small wooden rocking chair that was always set out just for her. "Mrs. Flannigan, can I watch you sew again? I love your old sewing machine." Francis took the container from the child, tugged on the lid with wrinkled hands, and finally pulled it free. She held out the box to Kailee, who happily took a small cookie and munched on it while waiting for a reply. Francis fished out a gingersnap as well before setting the container on the coffee table. "Well dear, it just so happens that I was just getting ready to do some sewing. A lady from my church is having a baby next month and I want to finish the outfit with time to spare. Why don't we finish our cookies and then I'll do some more work on it." Kailee nodded her head in time with her wild rocking. Soon two heads were bent over the sewing machine, Francis' grey one vigilantly bent over her material and Kailee's small brown one alternating between watching the needle bounce up and down and bent over Otis, the old tom cat snuggled on her lap. Half an hour later, Kailee's mother passed the large bay window on her way to the front door and smiled at the two heads bent away from her. Francis didn't often get to see her own children and grandchildren and Kailee didn't have any grandparents still alive. They were a good pair for each other.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Kailee stretched as tall as she could. The tips of her fingers brushed the bottom of the door knocker. She stretched again and this time her fingers were able to flip the knocker just enough to bang the door. "I'm coming, just give me a minute," came the sing-song voice inside the house. A slow shuffle approached the door and Francis flung it open. "Well, dear, what a nice surprise! Just come right on in." Francis crooned at the sight of the tiny four-year-old. Kailee smiled up at her. "Mrs. Flannigan, my mummy told me to bring you over this container of cookies. She made a lot today and she doesn't want me eating too many." Francis motioned the girl in as she replied. "Well, isn't that sweet of your mummy! I've been hankering for some of her cookies the past few days. She makes them almost as good as my dear mother used to." Kailee followed Francis into the living room and sat down in the small wooden rocking chair that was always set out just for her. "Mrs. Flannigan, can I watch you sew again? I love your old sewing machine." Francis took the container from the child, tugged on the lid with wrinkled hands, and finally pulled it free. She held out the box to Kailee, who happily took a small cookie and munched on it while waiting for a reply. Francis fished out a gingersnap as well before setting the container on the coffee table. "Well dear, it just so happens that I was just getting ready to do some sewing. A lady from my church is having a baby next month and I want to finish the outfit with time to spare. Why don't we finish our cookies and then I'll do some more work on it." Kailee nodded her head in time with her wild rocking. Soon two heads were bent over the sewing machine, Francis' grey one vigilantly bent over her material and Kailee's small brown one alternating between watching the needle bounce up and down and bent over Otis, the old tom cat snuggled on her lap. Half an hour later, Kailee's mother passed the large bay window on her way to the front door and smiled at the two heads bent away from her. Francis didn't often get to see her own children and grandchildren and Kailee didn't have any grandparents still alive. They were a good pair for each other.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Alphabet Day 10 - Letter J
May challenge
Jaxon pulled a bundle of bungee cords from the peg on the wall and tossed them onto the driver's seat. "Alright, are you ready?" he asked his best friend, Tailor. "Yep," Tailor replied. Together they heaved the canoe to their shoulders and then slid it onto the roof of Jaxon's Jeep. They stretched the strong bungee cords from the ends of the canoe to the bumpers. "That's not going to move until we get there," Tailor remarked. "OK, then we're all ready," Jaxon said. "Let's hit the road." They hopped into the Jeep and Jaxon turned on the radio as he drove down the street. Next they'd pick up their girlfriends and whisk them away for a fun weekend of camping. Neither had any idea the guys had planned this special adventure.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Jaxon pulled a bundle of bungee cords from the peg on the wall and tossed them onto the driver's seat. "Alright, are you ready?" he asked his best friend, Tailor. "Yep," Tailor replied. Together they heaved the canoe to their shoulders and then slid it onto the roof of Jaxon's Jeep. They stretched the strong bungee cords from the ends of the canoe to the bumpers. "That's not going to move until we get there," Tailor remarked. "OK, then we're all ready," Jaxon said. "Let's hit the road." They hopped into the Jeep and Jaxon turned on the radio as he drove down the street. Next they'd pick up their girlfriends and whisk them away for a fun weekend of camping. Neither had any idea the guys had planned this special adventure.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Alphabet Day 9 - Letter I
May challenge
Ivy pedaled down the busy street, passing cars stuck in a large traffic jam. She stood on the pedals and pumped hard up a hill and then coasted down the other side. Just as she reached the bottom, she swerved to the right, leaving the backed-up cars, noises, and fumes behind. She lazily biked down the small side street of her short-cut, deep in thought as she rode past older houses with grand front porches. In a few minutes she reached her favourite place in the city, Victory Park. Ivy rode past the playground near the entrance and skirted the scattered picnic tables beyond. Finally she was alone, away from the crowds of cars and people that seemed to exist in every corner of the city but this one. She pedaled on, taking a curving path along one edge of the park. A few more minutes and she was at the back corner. Ivy braked, then jumped from her purple bike and skipped through the small leafy arbour.
As soon as she entered the enclosed space, she breathed deeply of rich dirt, plants, and flowers. In the whole city, this was the only place where she could feel life, the heartbeat of the earth. She flopped down on a grassy knoll, feeling the tickle of the long grass on her legs and arms. The sunlight filtered through the green tree-ceiling, warming her upturned face. Time stood still as she rested in the garden sanctuary. All too soon, she noticed the slight shift of the sun. She should head for home, back to the real world. Back to cars and people and homework and chores. Ivy stood slowly, wishing she could stay, but knowing her parents would worry if she didn't get home at the usual time. As she sauntered back to the arbour, the garden-entrance, a voice called out to her. "So you've visited my garden again, Child?" She turned, a smile lighting her face. "Of course, Older Brother," she said, bowing slightly. "I come every day I'm able to." "I know. I see you come and leave for a while to give you time alone with your thoughts. Maybe you can come sometime and help me tend the plants and flowers. I'm here every day, even on weekends. I could teach you about my work." Hope sprang in her heart. But she knew it was not possible. Her days were crammed full of things to do, places to go. "I'll try to come for longer sometime. I'd really love to learn from you. But I'm not sure if I can." The elderly man, back slightly swayed from hours of bending over his treasured plants, slowly nodded his head. He understood her plight. He himself had been young once. "I hope you will be able to once in a while. But please know you are welcome anytime for as long as you can stay. My garden is your garden. I see that you need it as much as I do, Younger Sister." She thanked him and sunk into a bow again. Then she hurried through the gate and got on her bike. She had no time to enjoy the small pathway this time. Her feet flew and soon she was biking out of the park and off down the street. Until those few sacred minutes tomorrow.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Ivy pedaled down the busy street, passing cars stuck in a large traffic jam. She stood on the pedals and pumped hard up a hill and then coasted down the other side. Just as she reached the bottom, she swerved to the right, leaving the backed-up cars, noises, and fumes behind. She lazily biked down the small side street of her short-cut, deep in thought as she rode past older houses with grand front porches. In a few minutes she reached her favourite place in the city, Victory Park. Ivy rode past the playground near the entrance and skirted the scattered picnic tables beyond. Finally she was alone, away from the crowds of cars and people that seemed to exist in every corner of the city but this one. She pedaled on, taking a curving path along one edge of the park. A few more minutes and she was at the back corner. Ivy braked, then jumped from her purple bike and skipped through the small leafy arbour.
As soon as she entered the enclosed space, she breathed deeply of rich dirt, plants, and flowers. In the whole city, this was the only place where she could feel life, the heartbeat of the earth. She flopped down on a grassy knoll, feeling the tickle of the long grass on her legs and arms. The sunlight filtered through the green tree-ceiling, warming her upturned face. Time stood still as she rested in the garden sanctuary. All too soon, she noticed the slight shift of the sun. She should head for home, back to the real world. Back to cars and people and homework and chores. Ivy stood slowly, wishing she could stay, but knowing her parents would worry if she didn't get home at the usual time. As she sauntered back to the arbour, the garden-entrance, a voice called out to her. "So you've visited my garden again, Child?" She turned, a smile lighting her face. "Of course, Older Brother," she said, bowing slightly. "I come every day I'm able to." "I know. I see you come and leave for a while to give you time alone with your thoughts. Maybe you can come sometime and help me tend the plants and flowers. I'm here every day, even on weekends. I could teach you about my work." Hope sprang in her heart. But she knew it was not possible. Her days were crammed full of things to do, places to go. "I'll try to come for longer sometime. I'd really love to learn from you. But I'm not sure if I can." The elderly man, back slightly swayed from hours of bending over his treasured plants, slowly nodded his head. He understood her plight. He himself had been young once. "I hope you will be able to once in a while. But please know you are welcome anytime for as long as you can stay. My garden is your garden. I see that you need it as much as I do, Younger Sister." She thanked him and sunk into a bow again. Then she hurried through the gate and got on her bike. She had no time to enjoy the small pathway this time. Her feet flew and soon she was biking out of the park and off down the street. Until those few sacred minutes tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Alphabet Day 8 - Letter H
May challenge
My mother has been making my part of the challenge VERY difficult lately by finding both capital and lowercase letters for the past few days. And today she managed to find three capital letter H's and one lowercase one. It's hard to decide between just two pictures, but four is almost impossible! I managed to come up with an idea for this picture before any of the other three, though, which is why it's featured here. (See the rest, here.)
Helen swung open the truck door. "I'll only be a minute," she said, turning back to look at her husband. "Uh huh," he murmured, his head already leaning against the headrest. "Take all the time you want." She closed the door and walked across the parking lot. They were now halfway to Portland and just as they'd pulled back onto the highway after a pit stop for lunch, Helen had spotted a sign for Knit Your Ordinary Shop. One sly glance over at Daniel and he'd known there was no use trying to talk her out of stopping so soon after they'd started again. He took the exit and followed the signs to the store. Now he reclined his seat and settled into it. Helen would be in the store for a while. He might as well get some rest while the truck was parked. Inside Helen found a shopping basket and wandered the aisle in bliss. Floor to ceiling shelves held every colour and type of yarn and knitting supplies she could imagine. Half an hour later she emerged from the store carrying two stuffed bags. She'd figured she might as well knit her granddaughters an afghan each while she was visiting their family. Daniel roused as Helen fumbled with the door. He reached over and unlatched it for her, a small smile lighting his face. His wife was just as cute as she had been when he'd first seen her at the drug store soda fountain 46 years ago. Ironically, she'd been sitting at a table in the corner taking dainty sips of her hot cocoa in between knitting rows on a pink and white scarf for her mother's Christmas present that windy November Sunday afternoon.
My mother has been making my part of the challenge VERY difficult lately by finding both capital and lowercase letters for the past few days. And today she managed to find three capital letter H's and one lowercase one. It's hard to decide between just two pictures, but four is almost impossible! I managed to come up with an idea for this picture before any of the other three, though, which is why it's featured here. (See the rest, here.)
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Helen swung open the truck door. "I'll only be a minute," she said, turning back to look at her husband. "Uh huh," he murmured, his head already leaning against the headrest. "Take all the time you want." She closed the door and walked across the parking lot. They were now halfway to Portland and just as they'd pulled back onto the highway after a pit stop for lunch, Helen had spotted a sign for Knit Your Ordinary Shop. One sly glance over at Daniel and he'd known there was no use trying to talk her out of stopping so soon after they'd started again. He took the exit and followed the signs to the store. Now he reclined his seat and settled into it. Helen would be in the store for a while. He might as well get some rest while the truck was parked. Inside Helen found a shopping basket and wandered the aisle in bliss. Floor to ceiling shelves held every colour and type of yarn and knitting supplies she could imagine. Half an hour later she emerged from the store carrying two stuffed bags. She'd figured she might as well knit her granddaughters an afghan each while she was visiting their family. Daniel roused as Helen fumbled with the door. He reached over and unlatched it for her, a small smile lighting his face. His wife was just as cute as she had been when he'd first seen her at the drug store soda fountain 46 years ago. Ironically, she'd been sitting at a table in the corner taking dainty sips of her hot cocoa in between knitting rows on a pink and white scarf for her mother's Christmas present that windy November Sunday afternoon.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Alphabet Day 7 - Letter G
May challenge
Gloria groggily rolled over in her queen-sized bed. Morning already?! She'd just barely gotten to sleep as the sky was lightening into grey-blue. Now golden light was pouring around the shade pulled down over her window east-facing window. Birds were twittering and fluttering in the big leafy, green walnut tree whose branches almost touched the side of the house. Gloria reached an arm out of the warm covers and turned her alarm clock toward her. 8:12. With a start, she sprang out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. Within minutes her face was scrubbed and hair patted into place. She threw on the first semi-dress outfit she could find in her closet and raced to the front door, barely stopping to stuff her feet in her shoes. Ugh, she thought as she wheeled her bike out of the garage, first day of student teaching and she'd be late for class...
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Gloria groggily rolled over in her queen-sized bed. Morning already?! She'd just barely gotten to sleep as the sky was lightening into grey-blue. Now golden light was pouring around the shade pulled down over her window east-facing window. Birds were twittering and fluttering in the big leafy, green walnut tree whose branches almost touched the side of the house. Gloria reached an arm out of the warm covers and turned her alarm clock toward her. 8:12. With a start, she sprang out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. Within minutes her face was scrubbed and hair patted into place. She threw on the first semi-dress outfit she could find in her closet and raced to the front door, barely stopping to stuff her feet in her shoes. Ugh, she thought as she wheeled her bike out of the garage, first day of student teaching and she'd be late for class...
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Alphabet Day 6 - Letter F
May challenge
Francis pressed her hand against her back as she stooped low to reach the last box from the bottom shelf. With a groan she straightened and set the box on an old trunk in the corner of the attic where she was working. Otis, the old grey cat, jumped up on the trunk and sniffed at the box. "Hey, old boy, there's nothing in there to interest you," Francis crooned. She pulled the flaps open and peered into the box. Otis shoved his head in the way. Francis gently pushed him back and picked a large book out of the box. She brushed off the cover. "Well, I'll be..." she exclaimed to the grey tom cat. "This is Val's old photo album!" Eagerly she poked the box over a few inches and eased herself onto the trunk between the box and Otis. Opening the cover, she was filled with so many memories from when her daughter was young and she herself had been a young mother. Francis flipped through the yellowing pages, pausing every now and then to touch a special picture or to elbow Otis out of her line of sight. When she reached the last page she smiled and caressed the picture of a young girl with corn-silk curls smiling up from her tiny stool, a pint-sized cello cradled between her skinny little legs. "Hey, old cat, look at this one. This is when it all started." A tear dropped onto the plastic sheet protecting the old photos. She quickly brushed it away and closed the album. "Let's take this one back downstairs with us, shall we?" she asked the cat. He mewed his agreement and jumped off the trunk. Francis heaved herself up with the help of the nearby banister and slowly descended to the main floor. She laid the old photo album on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She stopped in front of the light green refrigerator for a moment and looked at the picture of the cello virtuoso stuck on the fridge door with a butterfly-shaped magnet. "She's something else, isn't she," Francis said softly. Otis padded past her and sat by his bowl. Francis glanced his way. "OK, OK, I know what you want," she clucked as she reached into the fridge for a pitcher of milk. "I'll have my cup of tea and you'll have a bowl of milk. We both deserve a treat this afternoon." Otis licked his lips and Francis smiled, once again grateful for the company of her loyal cat.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Francis pressed her hand against her back as she stooped low to reach the last box from the bottom shelf. With a groan she straightened and set the box on an old trunk in the corner of the attic where she was working. Otis, the old grey cat, jumped up on the trunk and sniffed at the box. "Hey, old boy, there's nothing in there to interest you," Francis crooned. She pulled the flaps open and peered into the box. Otis shoved his head in the way. Francis gently pushed him back and picked a large book out of the box. She brushed off the cover. "Well, I'll be..." she exclaimed to the grey tom cat. "This is Val's old photo album!" Eagerly she poked the box over a few inches and eased herself onto the trunk between the box and Otis. Opening the cover, she was filled with so many memories from when her daughter was young and she herself had been a young mother. Francis flipped through the yellowing pages, pausing every now and then to touch a special picture or to elbow Otis out of her line of sight. When she reached the last page she smiled and caressed the picture of a young girl with corn-silk curls smiling up from her tiny stool, a pint-sized cello cradled between her skinny little legs. "Hey, old cat, look at this one. This is when it all started." A tear dropped onto the plastic sheet protecting the old photos. She quickly brushed it away and closed the album. "Let's take this one back downstairs with us, shall we?" she asked the cat. He mewed his agreement and jumped off the trunk. Francis heaved herself up with the help of the nearby banister and slowly descended to the main floor. She laid the old photo album on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She stopped in front of the light green refrigerator for a moment and looked at the picture of the cello virtuoso stuck on the fridge door with a butterfly-shaped magnet. "She's something else, isn't she," Francis said softly. Otis padded past her and sat by his bowl. Francis glanced his way. "OK, OK, I know what you want," she clucked as she reached into the fridge for a pitcher of milk. "I'll have my cup of tea and you'll have a bowl of milk. We both deserve a treat this afternoon." Otis licked his lips and Francis smiled, once again grateful for the company of her loyal cat.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Alphabet Day 5 - Letter E
May challenge ~ Alphabet
Ester Lily plugged the electrical cord for the vacuum cleaner into the outlet and shoved the hose in the receptacle. She dragged the hose and attachments into the middle of the living room and flipped on the switch. With the whir of the vacuum, she was lost in her own world. Daydreams of her coming birthday carried her away from the living room. Should she have a princess birthday party? Or maybe an underwater theme? Naw, the fact was that every year she had an Easter birthday party. It was tradition and she loved traditions. Without even knowing it, Ester Lily finished vacuuming the living room and dreamily moved down the hallway to the bedrooms. Her older brother, carrying bags of groceries in from the garage, stopped to watch her rhythmically push the vacuum back and forth. He walked into the kitchen and grinned at their mother as he slid the bags onto the counter. "Man, she sure does love vacuuming, doesn't she?" She grinned back. "Yep. Don't let it slip that it's a chore!"
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Ester Lily plugged the electrical cord for the vacuum cleaner into the outlet and shoved the hose in the receptacle. She dragged the hose and attachments into the middle of the living room and flipped on the switch. With the whir of the vacuum, she was lost in her own world. Daydreams of her coming birthday carried her away from the living room. Should she have a princess birthday party? Or maybe an underwater theme? Naw, the fact was that every year she had an Easter birthday party. It was tradition and she loved traditions. Without even knowing it, Ester Lily finished vacuuming the living room and dreamily moved down the hallway to the bedrooms. Her older brother, carrying bags of groceries in from the garage, stopped to watch her rhythmically push the vacuum back and forth. He walked into the kitchen and grinned at their mother as he slid the bags onto the counter. "Man, she sure does love vacuuming, doesn't she?" She grinned back. "Yep. Don't let it slip that it's a chore!"
Friday, May 4, 2012
Alphabet Day 4 - Letter D
May challenge
Daniel Morgan opened the truck door for his wife and helped her step up into the cab. She placed her purse in the middle of the bench seat. Daniel lifted their food bag into the truck and nestled it on the floorboards by Helen's feet. Then he closed the door, put their suitcases in the bed of the truck, and came around to the driver's side. When they were both buckled in, Daniel looked over at Helen. "You think they'll mind us just dropping in without any notice?" His wife shook her head. "Of course not! The kids love to have us visit and I'm sure the girls need a little spoiling by their grandparents." "Alright then, Portland here we come!" Daniel sang out. Helen's eyes twinkled. "See you in a few weeks, San Diego," she laughed along with him. Daniel put the truck in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Daniel Morgan opened the truck door for his wife and helped her step up into the cab. She placed her purse in the middle of the bench seat. Daniel lifted their food bag into the truck and nestled it on the floorboards by Helen's feet. Then he closed the door, put their suitcases in the bed of the truck, and came around to the driver's side. When they were both buckled in, Daniel looked over at Helen. "You think they'll mind us just dropping in without any notice?" His wife shook her head. "Of course not! The kids love to have us visit and I'm sure the girls need a little spoiling by their grandparents." "Alright then, Portland here we come!" Daniel sang out. Helen's eyes twinkled. "See you in a few weeks, San Diego," she laughed along with him. Daniel put the truck in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Alphabet Day 3 - Letter C
May challenge
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Charlie Morgan eyed the stack of boards beside his work bench. He picked one up, ran his hand down the flat side, held it up and squinted his eye. No, it's got a bit of a curve to it, he thought. He rejected it and picked up another piece. Ahh, this one is better, straighter. Charlie set it on the chop saw, held it in place, and cut it into equal lengths. Then he quickly attached the pieces with screws. A few minutes later he straightened, stepped back, and admired his handiwork. A child-sized wooden bench. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a bucket of pale yellow. Alice's favourite colour. Once the first coat of paint was on, he gently pushed the small bench back toward the wall, then piled cardboard boxes around it. Alice hadn't come to her father's work shop for a while, but in case she suddenly decided to show up, Charlie didn't want her to see the surprise. Another coat or two of paint and he would be finished with her birthday present. He would definitely finish it up in the next two days. Charlie dusted off his hands, strode to the door, and flipped off the shop lights.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Alphabet Day 2 - Letter B
(Note: Just in case you were wondering why these posts are coming a little late, I'll explain. They're going to be a little behind from the actual days over here in Korea since I need to wait until my mum actually takes the picture and by that time I'm usually at work, so I will write them sometime in the evening after work during the weekdays, which means they'll probably show up for you North Americans the day after they are posted as.)
May challenge
My mum's picture for today looked strangely familiar to me, but I just couldn't quite place it. At first glance I thought it might be the broken chain link fence at the back of our academy property. But upon closer inspection I realized it was formed from some kind of netting, thick thread, or cord. My mum helped me out with a few hints and then it was easy to guess. But if you didn't live at my house, you might not be able to figure it out too well. I don't want to give it away, but check out her blog since she might give the answer in the comments soon.
PS - Just realized that my passage down below will give it away... Sorry Mum, hope that's OK.
May challenge
My mum's picture for today looked strangely familiar to me, but I just couldn't quite place it. At first glance I thought it might be the broken chain link fence at the back of our academy property. But upon closer inspection I realized it was formed from some kind of netting, thick thread, or cord. My mum helped me out with a few hints and then it was easy to guess. But if you didn't live at my house, you might not be able to figure it out too well. I don't want to give it away, but check out her blog since she might give the answer in the comments soon.
PS - Just realized that my passage down below will give it away... Sorry Mum, hope that's OK.
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Brenna pushed open the front door and sighed with relief as cool air brushed against her sweaty skin. "It must be 100 degrees out there," she exclaimed as her sister, Alice, followed her into the house and closed the door behind them. "Well, not in Celsius, but probably at least that in Fahrenheit," Alice agreed. Brenna kicked off her shoes, and trudged up the stairs to her bedroom. She dropped her backpack on her bed and rummaged through her dresser, searching for something cooler to wear. Throwing on a pair of cut-offs and a tank top, she left her school clothes in a heap on the floor in front of the dresser, she sauntered back to the stairs, swung her leg over the oak banister and slid down to the main floor. In the kitchen Brenna fished around the fridge for a snack. Coming up with a ziplock of carrot sticks, she closed the bridge and then caught sight of a book on the counter. "Mum," she called, "where'd this book come from?" She picked it up and turned to the back cover. A medical book, she thought. That sounds interesting. Her mum came into the kitchen carrying a pile of tea towels to put away. "Oh, I went to the library this morning to return Mrs. Trela's books for her since she can't get out right now with her broken hip," Mrs. Morgan said, seeing Brenna holding the book. "I saw that and thought you might like it so I borrowed it for you. I hope it's good." "Wow, thanks, Mum!" Brenna grinned. "It looks great. I might just go read a little bit right now." She opened the fridge once more and extracted a water bottle, then carried it, the carrot sticks, and the book over to the sliding door. The hot air slammed into her as she left the house, but under the shade of the porch roof, it wasn't unpleasant. She walked to the end of the porch and settled into the comfy sitting-hammock. Two hours and more than half the book later, Alice opened the kitchen window to call her in for supper.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Alphabet Day 1 - Letter A
May challenge
I was chatting with my Mum this afternoon and she asked me for advice about what she should do for her next photo challenge on her blog. She has done about two and a half monthly challenges since December and wanted to do another one in the month of May. She told me one idea she had of taking a photo every day with a different letter of the alphabet embedded in it and I immediately loved the idea and told her she should do that one. Then, I thought of a great idea. I could write about the pictures she takes every day. It's perfect! I'll have a loose topic to write about, but I'll be fully able to be as creative as I like within each topic. I think it's brilliant and so, without further ado, here is her picture (which can also be seen on her blog) and my writing. I can't wait to see what she comes up with for each day! This is going to be so much fun!
Alice woke up right as her alarm went off at 5:18 a.m. She slapped her right hand over the button to stop the alarm, pushed back the patchwork quilt, and dangled her feet off the side of the bed. She grabbed dad's old over-sized grey knit sweater from the back of her wooden rocking chair and pulled it over her thin pink nightgown. She stopped for just a second with her hand on the bedroom door to listen for sounds, and, hearing none, silently cracked the door open and slid through. Alice tiptoed across the hall then trotted lightly down the curved staircase - carefully avoiding the creaky sixth and second steps from the bottom. She didn't stop creeping through the house until she reached the sliding glass back door. Her hands moving every so slowly, she clicked the lock open. The door glided open and Alice hopped through before sliding it shut again. Still tiptoeing, she reached the top of the porch stairs. And her heart burst at the scene that greeted her. The old apple tree that dad always said he was going prune but never did, had burst into small white blossoms overnight. She had checked it the evening before and the blossoms had still been tightly clamped shut. But this morning the early beams of sunlight shone through the delicate petals making the whole tree look like a fairy castle. Alice raced down the stairs, across the dewy lawn, and nimbly climbed into the short and stout apple tree. She caressed the first blossom she could reach, feeling the velvety petals between her fingers. Her mind spun with happiness as she lowered herself onto her favourite branch-seat to admire the beauty of the white tree. Spring had arrived at last!
I was chatting with my Mum this afternoon and she asked me for advice about what she should do for her next photo challenge on her blog. She has done about two and a half monthly challenges since December and wanted to do another one in the month of May. She told me one idea she had of taking a photo every day with a different letter of the alphabet embedded in it and I immediately loved the idea and told her she should do that one. Then, I thought of a great idea. I could write about the pictures she takes every day. It's perfect! I'll have a loose topic to write about, but I'll be fully able to be as creative as I like within each topic. I think it's brilliant and so, without further ado, here is her picture (which can also be seen on her blog) and my writing. I can't wait to see what she comes up with for each day! This is going to be so much fun!
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| From Glenda Quiring's blog |
Alice woke up right as her alarm went off at 5:18 a.m. She slapped her right hand over the button to stop the alarm, pushed back the patchwork quilt, and dangled her feet off the side of the bed. She grabbed dad's old over-sized grey knit sweater from the back of her wooden rocking chair and pulled it over her thin pink nightgown. She stopped for just a second with her hand on the bedroom door to listen for sounds, and, hearing none, silently cracked the door open and slid through. Alice tiptoed across the hall then trotted lightly down the curved staircase - carefully avoiding the creaky sixth and second steps from the bottom. She didn't stop creeping through the house until she reached the sliding glass back door. Her hands moving every so slowly, she clicked the lock open. The door glided open and Alice hopped through before sliding it shut again. Still tiptoeing, she reached the top of the porch stairs. And her heart burst at the scene that greeted her. The old apple tree that dad always said he was going prune but never did, had burst into small white blossoms overnight. She had checked it the evening before and the blossoms had still been tightly clamped shut. But this morning the early beams of sunlight shone through the delicate petals making the whole tree look like a fairy castle. Alice raced down the stairs, across the dewy lawn, and nimbly climbed into the short and stout apple tree. She caressed the first blossom she could reach, feeling the velvety petals between her fingers. Her mind spun with happiness as she lowered herself onto her favourite branch-seat to admire the beauty of the white tree. Spring had arrived at last!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Day 30 - 10 things I want to be remembered for
April challenge
Day 30 - List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.
Oh wow, we're at the final day of the challenge already! (Haha, although I'm finishing it up a little late due to not much time on the Internet during our term break.) This month has really flown by. And it's been really fun to write something on this blog every single day. I don't think this blog has seen so many posts so close together since my final year at Southern when I was required to write at least three sentences every single day of both semesters for Creative Writing classes. It's been great to get back into more creative-esque writing again!
So again, this post topic is probably going to be hard for me... I might have to enlist Jonathan's help again. We'll see how I do. Again, this list is just in the order that I think of things.
Day 30 - List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.
Oh wow, we're at the final day of the challenge already! (Haha, although I'm finishing it up a little late due to not much time on the Internet during our term break.) This month has really flown by. And it's been really fun to write something on this blog every single day. I don't think this blog has seen so many posts so close together since my final year at Southern when I was required to write at least three sentences every single day of both semesters for Creative Writing classes. It's been great to get back into more creative-esque writing again!
So again, this post topic is probably going to be hard for me... I might have to enlist Jonathan's help again. We'll see how I do. Again, this list is just in the order that I think of things.
- For being a helpful, caring, kind, and loving person.
- For being a good and loving wife, parent, grandparent, aunt, daughter, granddaughter, etc.
- For always being there for family.
- For being at least a fairly good writer.
- For being a faithful and caring Christian woman.
- For laughing a lot. And for laughing a LOT more than frowning.
- For taking the time to communicate with the people I'm close to in any way I'm able to.
- For being willing to try new things.
- For trying to alleviate at least a little bit of the pain and suffering in this world.
- For seeking God's will for my life in everything I do.
Oh wow, as soon as I started typing out the first one, more and more came to my mind! It only took a few minutes to type them all out. And I didn't even consult Jonathan at all. I guess it wasn't too hard to find 10 things and I'm sure if I kept thinking I could come up with more. But I'll stop with these ones. I think they cover a lot of things.
Well, I guess this concludes my first-ever 30-day writing challenge. It was a blast, but oh so hard, too. I think I said "Wow, this one is hard!" for at least two thirds of the topics, if not more, haha. While many of the topics were hard, I think the thing that made this whole challenge really a challenge was that all the topics challenged me to do some important thinking and to be very honest. And that was really good for me. I really enjoyed it.
Now, we're going into May. And I want your opinion. Should I do another random-topic kind of 30-day writing challenge on this blog. Or should I kind of switch gears and get back into actual creative writing posts again? I'd like to do the creative writing posts, but I'm worried that if I don't have actual set topics to write about, I won't be as strict to write every single day. Anyway, let me know what you think in the comments and I'll decide tomorrow what I should do for the month of May. I do have another 30-day writing challenge with random topics that I can do if the majority of you vote for that option, but if you vote for the other, you might have to help me come up with things to write about. And better yet, if you also commit to a 30-day writing challenge, we can work together to come up with things to write about. Anyway, I hope you'll leave your opinions and help me out here. And thanks so much for reading my posts for the past 30-days!! You guys are great! :)
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Day 29 - What people misunderstand about me
April challenge
Day 29 - What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
Wow, once again I have no idea what to write. But I'm sure that as my fingers typity-type along, I'll come up with something.
Hmm, well from my point of view a lot of people, when they first meet me, probably think that I'm pretty shy and quiet. And they're right. I'm an introvert and I don't generally open up my heart to every person I meet. But that doesn't mean that I'm a totally shy and quiet person.
But let's just stop there for a second. I just cheated and asked Jonathan what he thought people might most misunderstand about me. And he said, "They might not realize that you're an introvert." What?! I couldn't believe that he said that. So I asked him what he first thought of me. And he replied, "I don't remember, that was a long time ago." Then he said that when we were first getting to know each other and I hung out at his apartment with him and his roommate and my siblings he never got the impression that I was shy or quiet, but that I was comfortable socializing with people. Haha, wow! Well, if he's right (which he must be because that was his first impression of me) then I'm completely off-base! So now I don't really know what I should write. Maybe I should just pick a different topic of misunderstanding...
OK, I went to do something else for a few minutes, thinking I'd be able to come up with something else and then come back to finish this post. But so far, nothing. I'm sure there's lots that people misunderstand about me, but right now I can't think of anything except for what I initially wrote. So I'm just going to leave it that way for the time being. If you can think of anything you misunderstand about me, let me know in the comments. I'd find it interesting to know.
Day 29 - What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
Wow, once again I have no idea what to write. But I'm sure that as my fingers typity-type along, I'll come up with something.
Hmm, well from my point of view a lot of people, when they first meet me, probably think that I'm pretty shy and quiet. And they're right. I'm an introvert and I don't generally open up my heart to every person I meet. But that doesn't mean that I'm a totally shy and quiet person.
But let's just stop there for a second. I just cheated and asked Jonathan what he thought people might most misunderstand about me. And he said, "They might not realize that you're an introvert." What?! I couldn't believe that he said that. So I asked him what he first thought of me. And he replied, "I don't remember, that was a long time ago." Then he said that when we were first getting to know each other and I hung out at his apartment with him and his roommate and my siblings he never got the impression that I was shy or quiet, but that I was comfortable socializing with people. Haha, wow! Well, if he's right (which he must be because that was his first impression of me) then I'm completely off-base! So now I don't really know what I should write. Maybe I should just pick a different topic of misunderstanding...
OK, I went to do something else for a few minutes, thinking I'd be able to come up with something else and then come back to finish this post. But so far, nothing. I'm sure there's lots that people misunderstand about me, but right now I can't think of anything except for what I initially wrote. So I'm just going to leave it that way for the time being. If you can think of anything you misunderstand about me, let me know in the comments. I'd find it interesting to know.
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