Blog Challenge 2017

Blog Challenge 2017

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Z is for..


I've really enjoyed the challenge and the way it's forced me to write something every day. Mostly I've enjoyed connecting with other bloggers from around the world. It's been lots of fun and I hope we can continue to connect.

Here is a short dialogue piece I wrote based on the letter Z for inspiration. I enjoy the challenge of trying to write totally in dialogue like a play.


 “Do you know you were once a zygote, Zara?”

“Mom, Zack called me a goat!”

“Quiet! I’m not taking you guys to the zoo if you keep this up.”

“Zack started it.”

“Hey, Zara is that a zit I see?”

“You’re one to talk, Zombie Face!”

“You kids are driving me nuts. Who needs to go to the zoo when it’s like one here?”

“Zack’s the zany one. He should spend more time on his math instead of zooming around on his scooter. Do you know he got zero on his test?”

“Is that true, Zack? You didn’t tell me.”

“Zara, for that I’m going to zap you with my zippy zig zag zinger gun!”

“Zip it, Zack.”

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Y is for Yesterday's Youth


Yesterday’s youth has come and gone
Grey hair and wrinkles thrive,
But the aging battle can be won
If I keep my inner child alive,

My inner child is doing well
She is waiting and always near,
Though I can’t always tell
When she’ll decide to appear,

She is creative and full of fun
She’s ready for anything,
She likes to scamper in the sun
She likes to write and sing,

Yesterday’s youth seems far away
But my inner child will remain,
She’s always ready to seize the day
And go dancing in the rain.




Monday, April 28, 2014

X is for Xenophobic

Here we are nearly at the end of the challenge. Bravo to my fellow bloggers for seeing it through to the end! You`re all an inspiration to me! I decided to do a story for this one with a theme of hope. Might be wishful thinking to be open-minded like Anna, but it sure can`t hurt.



 “Look, Dad. The new neighbours have moved in. I think I’ll go welcome them,” Anna looked out the kitchen window at the teen boy working in the yard next door. His skin was so beautiful and reminded her of their teak table that she liked to polish to a golden brown shine. His dark eyes and hair were so different from her green eyes and red hair.

“Immigrants aren’t like us, Anna. You’ll be disappointed,” her father said gulping down his last bit of coffee and grabbing his briefcase.  

“Of course they’re like us, Dad. So they come from a different country and speak a different language. We’re all the same deep down. You worry too much.”

 “You always see everything as so rosy, Anna. Life isn’t like that.”

“I like to keep an open mind,” Anna said.

“Good luck saving the world. You’ve got your work cut out for you. See you tonight.” Her father gave her a quick hug, took his car keys from the hook and dashed out the door. Anna heard the roar of the car starting and sighed with relief as she heard her father drive away.

She opened the patio doors and stepped into the back yard. What a glorious summer day, the first day of vacation. The boy looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“Hi,” Anna said and moved closer to the fence.

“Hi,” the boy replied smiling at her.

“Welcome to Canada,” she said. “I’m Anna.”

“I am Weber,” he replied in heavily-accented English.

“Where are you from? I like your accent,” Anna said.

“Haiti,” the boy replied, watching her with wary eyes.

A dark-skinned woman wearing a colourful headdress that matched her equally vibrant dress came out of the house and saw Anna. She said something to Weber in a language that sounded a bit like French but mixed with something else.

“My mother needs me in the house. Since my father was killed in the earthquake, my uncle and I have to take care of her. She is scared and always worry,” Weber said with a shrug.

“I am so sorry about your father. My dad worries a lot, too. My mom left us ten years ago when I was six and he raised me alone,” Anna said with understanding. Their eyes met and she felt an instant connection.

“I must go. I see you later,” he finally said and started to walk away. Anna watched him go with disappointment. She would have liked to ask him about life in Haiti. 

“Do you want to come for a barbecue tonight?” Anna blurted out as he walked away.

“I don’t think my mother come,” Weber said, looking uncomfortable.

“My dad won’t want to either,” Anna said. “He keeps to himself and doesn’t trust anyone.”

Weber came close to the fence again and his face brightened.

“Why are you doing this?”

 “It’s up to us to help them overcome their fears. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” Weber said and smiled showing his bright white teeth. “You are right. Thank you, Anna.”

Saturday, April 26, 2014

W is for Writer's Block

To be a writer is a wondrous thing
But it’s not for the faint of heart,
Writing can make my heart sing
Or I don’t know where to start,

When the words flow, it feels so great
The world looks rosy and fine,
When they don’t, I stay up late
I whimper, moan and whine,

Writer’s block is hard to fight
It often gets in the way,
It makes it very hard to write
More than I can say,

When writer’s block hits, I feel so low
I feel like giving up for good,
It’s all part of the writing ebb and flow
And so misunderstood

Times like that, I take a break
I do something mundane,
I wait for ideas to bake
And cook up in my brain,

When I've banished the writing blues
I return and what do I see?
I think I’ll make him into my Muse
Kobie Cat inspires me!




Friday, April 25, 2014

Apologies to Letter V


Dear Letter V,

I was full of vim and vigour first thing this morning with visions of writing beautiful verse or a wonderful version of a story, but my Muse Vivian vanished and took a temporary vacation. She left me feeling so vulnerable with a bunch of lame verse and prose of no value whatsoever. *Sad violins play*

I am very vexed that my Muse Vivian was off with her vapid friends. Talk about a violation of her contract. And to vex me further, she broke my favourite Venitian vase. I may need to take some Valium.

Later I heard Vivian’s vocal talents down at Vernon’s Village Pub. She’d definitely been into the Vino!

So much for opening a vein and letting the blood pour onto the page today. It ain’t gonna happen.

So I'm off to Italy in my imagination to visit Venice . Maybe I will ask for help from the Goddess Venus since Vivian is so useless.

So sorry V. Nothing personal.

Love Cat

Thursday, April 24, 2014

U is for Upside Down


Sorry that my face is so red but that's what happens 
when you stand on your head!

Remember standing on your head as a child
Back when we were so crazy and wild?
Upside down is such a funny view
The world looks so strange to you,

What if everything was upside down?
Would my smile become a frown?
Would I always bump my head
Every time I got out of bed?

It would be hard to try and dress
My outfits would be such a mess,
Eating food would be so hard
I’d have to eat out in the yard,

Being upside down is great fun for a while
But being right side up is more my style!

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

T is for...

Today I am featuring some photos 
for Wordless Wednesday 
but of course I had to throw in some of my rhyme. 
I just can't help myself! You know me!

T is for Tomato

and T is for treat
Both are so much fun to eat,

And there's something so lovely about a Tree
Always such a joy to see!

T is for Time and it's going fast
Darn, I wish I could make it last!

And finally here's a Text for you
That's all the T words I'm going to do!

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

S is for...

So many great words start with S
I can’t pick one, I must confess,

I love Santa, sweet and sing
Sunshine, Summer, snack and Spring,
Silence, safe, secure and savour
Saffron is a special flavour,

And a good sail or sale is hard to resist
There are more S words than I can list,
Swan, seal, slug, and sea,
Sulk, secret, soon and spree,

And watching a sunset as it slips away
Is the sweetest ending to a special day.
Too many great words start with S
I can’t pick one, I must confess.


Sunset on the St. Lawrence River, 2013

Monday, April 21, 2014

R is for Reclusive Romance


Now you may be wondering if my two humans, Paul and Miriam are friends, living in the same brownstone apartment building. Not a chance. Even when they pass each other in the entrance, they barely say a word.

While it isn’t an easy job dividing my days between these two charity cases, it gives me a purpose for getting up in the morning. Besides, I get fed twice which is a cat’s dream.

To Paul I’m Fred. To Miriam I’m Barney. I don’t mind. Just don’t call me late for dinner.

One rainy day I take matters into my own paws. I watch and wait by the entrance, imagining Miriam tumbling into Paul’s arms in one of those romantic moments you only read about.

As Miriam is leaving for her library shift and Paul is arriving home, I leap from the bushes and cause Miriam to trip. Big mistake. Miriam tumbles. But not into Paul’s arms as I’d envisioned. Instead she hurtles headfirst into a big mud puddle and all her books go flying.

I think she’s crying though it’s hard to tell under all that rain and drippy mud. In between sobs she manages to scream a few choice words at me for scaring her. Miriam has an extensive vocabulary but then she is a librarian and does read a lot.

I did try to get them together. Can I help it if they’re fools? I slink away and hide til they calm down.

The next morning I climb up to Paul’s balcony and pound on the glass sliding doors.

Miriam lets me in. Miriam? And she’s wearing Paul’s bathrobe which looks way better on her.

“Look it’s my cat, Barney.”

“No, that’s my cat, Fred.” 

They both look at each other and break out laughing.

“What does it matter? He’s just a dumb cat,” Paul says, taking Miriam in his arms.

Dumb cat? My fur bristles with the insult. Why I'm brilliant! I did manage to bring them together, after all. For that I deserve a medal. I have to be patient with those two as they’re both just dumb humans and need me to take care of them. 

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Q is for Quill and Quite Quietly

Today I'm going to tackle two challenges in one with my A-Z challenge post of Q is for Quill and Write Tribe's 100 words on a Saturday "Quite Quietly". Fun to try adding "q" words.


Write Tribe


Quill’s bottom lip quivered as she approached the front of the class. She pushed her glasses back onto her nose and opened her mouth, but all that came out was a faint squeak.

 “We can’t hear you!” Quentin heckled.

“Quiet, Quentin,” Mrs. Quant warned.

Quill turned and glared at Quentin. Sparks flew, followed by a loud explosion.  A garter snake appeared on Quentin’s chair, falling to the floor and slithering away. The kids and Mrs. Quant screamed and ran from the room.

“Cool,” Quill said quite quietly, impressed with her newly found powers. Her doormat days were over at last.

Friday, April 18, 2014

P is for Porridge Pot


Cleaning the porridge pot is not for the meek
It takes special cleaning staff,
Separating the strong from the weak
Like separating wheat from chaff,

So gummy and sticky, you could use it for glue
That porridge is amazing gloop,
You could fix up the sole on that old busted shoe
Or make some Porridge soup,

Off it goes into the compost bin
But wait, don’t be so hasty,
I’ve heard porridge is good for the skin
And the remnants are very tasty,

Pease Porridge Hot or Pease Porridge Cold
I won't clean a dirty pot that's nine days old!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

O is for Ocean



I love to go to the ocean
And stand on the rocky shore,
I look out to the horizon
And listen to the roar,

The waves surge forth all frothy and light
They crash and explode in a burst of white,
Salty spray is everywhere
Drying and crusting in my hair,

I live far from the ocean
So I go there in my mind,
Worries all but disappear
And there I can unwind,

When I’m at the ocean’s edge
There is no pretense,
The universe is as it should be
And everything makes sense.

Below is a video I made of waves on the Bras D'Or Lake, the inland sea that makes up such a big part of Cape Breton. Here is a map to show what I mean. 



I thought it would be soothing to always have the waves to watch and listen to, even when I'm over a thousand miles away. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Hope you find them soothing, too.

video

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

N is for Now


Today my N word is Now and here is a poster I made combining a photo I took this morning and a very timely quote by Ralph Waldo Emmerson.

I'm trying a different kind of poem today instead of my usual rhyming ones that I tend to like writing. I did a bit of research thanks to my trusty pal, Google and decided to try writing a Pantoum Poem about "Now." 

I found an explanation and example of a Pantoum Poem at this link. Fun to try something different NOW and then.

https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/types-pantoum

A Pantoum is a type of poem with a verse form consisting of three stanzas. It has a set pattern within the poem of repetitive lines.

The pattern in each stanza is where the second and fourth line of each verse is repeated as the first and third of the next. The pattern changes though for the last stanza to the first and third line are the second and fourth of the stanza above (penultimate). The last line is a repeat of the first starting line of the poem and the third line of the first is the second of the last.  I numbered my lines to show it better.

(1) Now is all we have
(2) The time to act is now
(3) Don’t dwell in the past
(4) Don’t worry about the future

(2) The time to act is now
(5) This time will not come again
(4) Don’t worry about the future
(6) Live in the moment

(5) This time will not come again
(3) Don’t dwell in the past
(6) Live in the moment
(1) Now is all we have.


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

M is for Mermaid Melody



The sound of someone singing off key brought me to my senses and I opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight. Seaweed and sand filled my mouth and I struggled to sit up, coughing and spitting out sea water.

My head pounded and dizziness overtook me when I tried to stand up. The last thing I remembered, I’d been with my fiancĂ©, Maureen, enjoying cocktails on the deck of Mr. Anderson’s yacht with my other work colleagues. Mr. Mahar had just begun to tell me about how I was like a son to him when a big wave surged over the boat’s railing taking me with it.

“You sure did bump your head, didn’t you?” a female voice said nearby and I squinted in the sunlight trying to see who was talking.

“Who said that? Do I know you?”

“It’s me, Meredith.”

“Did you save me?” I asked.

“Well, I couldn’t just let you drown, could I?” She swam closer and a head popped out of the water. Dreadlocks sprung from her head like Medusa’s snakes.

“Are you a lifeguard?  I rubbed my pounding head and blinked.

“Not exactly.”

 “Come over here so I can see you.”

“Nahhh, I’ll just stay here.”

“Were you the one singing?”

“Yes, what did you think? I’ve been practicing.”

“It was er....very enthusiastic,” I said, not wanting to be insulting.

“I dunno. My sister Dulsie says I should quit or I’m going to cause a shipwreck. That’s not very nice, is it?”

“A shipwreck? What the....? Are you a mermaid?”

“Matthew! Thank God you’re safe!” I looked over to see my fiancĂ© running up the sand with one of the yacht’s crewmen. She hugged me and got totally soaked. “You have a bad bump on your head. Does it hurt? We must get you to a hospital.”

 “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m so glad to see you. How did you know how to find me?”

“After you got washed overboard, we all heard this terrible sound of someone singing.  Mike got out the lifeboat and we followed the sound to this beach.” She pointed to where the yacht was anchored out in the bay.

Dizziness overcame me and I collapsed against Maureen.

“We must get you to hospital right away,” she said, leaning my arm around her shoulder while Mike, the crewman took my other arm.

We trudged along the beach and I heard the singing.

“There it is again. Isn’t it horrible?” Maureen said, grimacing.

Looking back, I smiled to see the silver glint of a fish’s tail emerge from the water, followed by a loud giggle.

“Really?” I said. “I think it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” 

Monday, April 14, 2014

L is for Legendary Leftover Loup



I’m known around these parts as Legendary Loup
Yes, online admirers, it’s really true,
Handsome and rugged, fierce and strong
Able to growl or burst into song, 
Arf, arf, roooooooo!
Cathy likes to call me Leftover Loup
What’s a scavenging dog to do?
With all the garbage I pick up around here
I could be a sanitation engineer,
So many treats, so little time
Just thinking about it is sublime,
Spring thaw is the best time to find a treat
So many yummy things to eat,
A stale donut, a worn out shoe
Rotten fries of a greenish hue,
A half-eaten hamburger in a cardboard box
Gotta grab it before the fox,
Legendary Leftover Loup, that’s me
I’m an amazing doggie as you can see!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt

I am writing this for the Write Tribe's Wednesday prompt  "Use it up, wear it out, make do or do without" I got it confused with the 100 words on a Saturday and made it 100 words, too. Oh well. Always fun to make it fit to a word count.

Write Tribe

 “Why do you bother being so environmental, Mom? No one else cares that much about saving the planet,” Glenn said, wheeling the green compost bin across the snowy driveway. “Look at that!” He pointed to the big bags of garbage out front of their neighbours’ house.

“At least I’m doing my part, however small and that makes a difference,” his mother said as she lugged the blue box to the curb.

“What do you mean?”

"As Mahatma Ghandi wisely said, 'You may never know what results come of your action, but if you do nothing there will be no result.'"     

Saturday, April 12, 2014

K is for Kobie

That Kobie cat is such a brat,
Always into this and that,
He loves to watch the water run
A flushing toilet is so much fun,
He likes to take a relaxing nap
Or knead his paws on my ample lap,
Getting into mischief is what he does best
He puts my patience to the test,
If curiosity kills the cat, he’s burst his bubble
That cat can never stay out of trouble,
Kobie brightens up the dullest day
Always cheerful and ready to play,
He has a good time and doesn’t worry
He’s never stressed or in a hurry,
I could really learn a lot from that cat
To live in the moment and enjoy where I’m at!


Friday, April 11, 2014

J is for Jupiter



Jupiter is the fifth planet from the Sun
Of all our planets, it’s the biggest one,
If I worried about my weight before
On Jupiter I’d weigh ten times more,
With 67 moons, it must be bright
Enough to keep us up at night,
And if 24 hours is not enough hours in the day
Jupiter’s nine hours would cause much dismay,
If you think we have long storms here
The Red Spot Storm lasts year after year,
It sounds bleak with all that gravity and gas
If people ever travel there, I think I’ll pass,
Jupiter is fun to study and read about
But Earth is home without a doubt!

Composer, Gustav Holst  wrote The Planets back in 1916. It’s always been a favourite orchestral work of mine. If I hear the Jupiter piece, I instantly feel positive and upbeat. When I hear it, I turn the volume up and sing along. I especially like the middle slower section based on a hymn. I'm sure musicians must enjoy playing this piece. It's so powerful and uplifting!

Happy Friday, Everyone!




Thursday, April 10, 2014

I is for Idiom Romance


“Are you waiting for someone? You’ve been here a while. Or are you out on the town by yourself?”

“Yes, I’m meeting a guy here, not that it’s any of your business.”

“My, you have a chip on your shoulder, don’t you?”

“I don’t like nosy people is all.”

“It could be a blessing in disguise.”

“What do you mean?”

“Good men are a dime a dozen. Take me for instance. I’m available.”

“Oh, put a sock in it. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“Stop being such a Fuddy-Duddy. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. What do you say we make hay while the sun shines?”

“No thanks. You’re not playing with a full deck. Besides, we’re not on the same page, you and I. You don’t even know me.”

“Why not get to know me while you’re waiting? Variety is the spice of life.”

“Thanks, but I’ll take a raincheck.

“I’m a nice guy, honestly. You act as if I’m from Skid Row or something. Okay. I give up. The ball is in your court."

“That’s it. I’m leaving. I’ve had enough of you.”

“Look, I’m sorry. Can we start again? And by the way, I’m going out on a limb here saying this, but I think you are even more beautiful in person than online.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re Emma?”

“Yes, that’s right. How do you know that?”

“I’m Tom. The Internet date you’ve been waiting for.”

“Oh my God, really? You don't look like your photo. I’m so sorry, Tom. We got off on the wrong foot."

“It was my fault, all of it. I was just pulling your leg. Sorry to be so over the top.”

“That’s okay. You’re off the hook. Can we start from scratch?”

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

H is for Hair

My hair grows thinner, my waist grows thick
Is this some kind of nasty trick?
Instead of hairs growing on my head
They’re popping up in other spots instead,
I wish it was as red as it used to be
When I once sat on my daddy’s knee,
Now it’s slowly turning blonde
The colour of a murky pond,
How I’d like to go back in time
To when my hair was in its prime.

Here is a photo of me when I was about 5 years old. Sigh. I do like my hair colour as a child. Oh well. There's always hair colouring, right? 




Tuesday, April 8, 2014

G is for Grass is Greener

For today's challenge, I'm trying my hand at another story. Usually I like to keep things light and fun but somehow this story took a sinister turn which intrigued me so I went with it. Writing is such a magical and mysterious process and that's why I love it!

“Stop peering through the curtain, Janet. They’ll see you,” Hank said looking up from his morning paper.

“I’m trying to see the new neighbour. Sue said he’s a TV star.”

“You’re too nosy. You need to get a new hobby,” Hank said looking over his reading glasses in disapproval.

Or a new hubby, Janet thought to herself. Couldn’t Hank put on a shirt at least? Gone were the days when she grew hot and bothered at the sight of Hank’s bare physique. Now she was just bothered.

She turned back to look at the man who had just stepped out of his BMW.  Surely it wouldn’t hurt to go say hello and welcome him to the neighbourhood. She’d bring him some of the cookies she’d just baked this morning for her grandsons Bobby and Jack.

She checked her reflection and frowned. Sighing, she put on a clean grey cardigan and brushed her greying hair. When she was a young woman, she’d dreamed of being an actress. By the time she was 20, she was married to Hank and the mother of two small children. It was too late now but that didn’t mean she couldn’t mingle with celebrities at least.

“I’m going to meet the new neighbour,” Janet called out to Hank without listening for an answer. Crossing the driveway, she hesitated. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Why hello there!” the man said catching sight of her. He grinned and showed off his perfectly straight white teeth.

“Hi, I’m Janet. I live on the other side of the fence,” she said smiling. “Welcome to the neighbourhood. Aren’t you Dan Mahone, that TV game show host of How Smart Are You?” She handed him the plate of cookies.

“Yeh, that’s me,” he said, taking the plate and giving the celebrity smile that made her knees go rubbery. He bit into a cookie and put the plate down on top of a box.

Janet tried not to stare but couldn’t help herself. He was so good looking with his perfectly-styled dark hair, manicured nails, designer suit and shoes. Hank hadn’t worn a suit since they went to Aunt Helen’s funeral last summer and tended to prefer baggy sweatpants and stained t-shirts.

“So do you want to come in?” Dan said. “It’s a bit of a mess with all the boxes. You know how it is.” He shrugged and grinned again.

“Need any help unpacking?” Janet offered.

“Why sure,” Dan said. He showed her where the boxes were in the kitchen and she unloaded the dishes and pots and pans. Half an hour passed and there was no sign of Dan anywhere.

An hour later, Dan returned. Two scantily-clad young women with bleached hair clung to him, vying for his attention. His hair was rumpled and he wore a blue silk bathrobe. He turned to Janet. “If you’re done here, you could start on the living room. Oh, by the way, could you make us some sandwiches? There’s stuff in the fridge.”

 “I’d better go,” Janet said, edging towards the door. “Hank will be wondering where I am.”

Dan blocked the doorway with his arm and looked down at Janet, a seductive look on his face.

 “Maybe you’d like to join us.”  He smiled that smile that Janet was starting to find more sinister than sexy.

““You make me sick,” Janet said in disgust.

“Oh, come on, Dan. Let Grandma go. That’s just too weird, even for me,” one of the girls said giggling.

“Besides, you’re not paying us enough,” the other girl said.

Janet ran out the door, her cheeks burning with anger and shame. She saw the cookies still on the box and grabbed the plate as she passed by. She rushed to where Hank was watching the news on TV and threw her arms around his neck.

“What is it Janet?” Hank said, hugging her close.

“Nothing,” Janet said, sobbing. “I’m just appreciating what I have.”

“The grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence, is it? Sometimes you find poison ivy instead,” Hank said, patting her on the back.

“So true,” Janet said hugging Hank harder.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

F is for Flower

This time of year is so dirty and drab
It’s been a long winter and I’m feeling my flab (OOF! My clothes have shrunk!)
Snow is still here, will it ever be gone?
I’m starting to wonder if we have a lawn,
I can’t wait to see flowers, a sure sign of spring
Nothing cheers me up more, not even bling,
I especially like wild flowers just like these
They sprout up randomly among the trees,
The trillium is the flower for Ontario
So pure and perfect , the colour of snow,
This flower is protected so leave it be
Only take a photo for a memory,
You mustn’t pick them, whatever you do
Trillium police are watching you!

Here is a photo of a trillium I took last May. Such gorgeous wild flowers and very fitting to be our provincial flower.


Here is an old television commercial from years ago with Ontario's theme song. You will see the trillium featured at the end. I remember us singing this song in school. Ontariariariooooooooo! Ah, nostalgia. Isn't it great?






Saturday, April 5, 2014

E is for Elise

Elise was an eager young girl from Enniskerry in Eastern Ontario. She enjoyed reading and writing so much that she studied English at university. While on an exciting vacation in England one Easter, she met Eric. They went everywhere together and had an exciting time eating Easter eggs and drinking Earl Grey tea while visiting Exeter. They were so enamoured with each other that they decided to elope.

Eric took Elise back to his home in Essex where they bought an estate since Eric’s family were very rich. They lived an elegant lifestyle that had always been elusive to Elise.

Elise found the upper class life exhausting and extreme having to keep up appearances. Eric’s evil mother Ernestine made Elise’s life miserable at every opportunity. She thought Elise a commoner from the colonies and not good enough for her Eric. Elise’s usual excitement and energy eluded her. Each endless day became harder to endure and Eric did nothing to help her deal with his mother.

Eventually, Elise became enlightened. She decided she’d had enough of all this excessive elegance and snobbery. One day she was enraged by Ernestine’s harsh treatment and knew she needed to escape.

She decided to leave Eric and go back to Canada. Soon she got a divorce and Eric became her ex. Enough was enough! She married Ed, a childhood friend, who had an emu farm just outside of Enniskerry. They had three kids, Ed Junior, Evelyn, and Emma. Elise was ecstatic to have the extraordinary life she had always envisioned enfin! (French for at last. Hey, it starts with E!)



Writing this reminds me of that famous piece of music written by Beethoven, Fur Elise so I will include the Youtube video link just for fun. Such a lovely gentle piece in contrast to some of his stormier work.



Friday, April 4, 2014

D is for Doodling

I can’t stop doodling no matter how hard I try
You non-doodlers are probably wondering why,
Doodle, doodle all day long
Something this fun can’t be wrong,
Doodling is so good for stress
Easy to do and there’s no mess,
There are no rules about doodling, just so you know
You pick up a pencil and away you go,
Even a pen or a crayon will do
Your choice of paper is up to you,
The back of an envelope, a post it note
A scrap of paper in your winter coat,
Puppies, kittens, a string of pearls
Stars, and moon, and lots of swirls,
Arrows, faces, hearts and leaves
Little girls wearing puffy sleeves
Doodle, doodle, doodle all day long
I’m just singing the doodling song!
Isn't this doodle the best you've seen?
Just call me the Doodle Queen!


Here is a doodle I did on a pink Post-it Note with a black ballpoint pen. 
Do you like to doodle, too?



Thursday, April 3, 2014

C is for Crazy Cat Lady

I’d like to have a house full of cats
Just the way some folks have mats,
Cats on couches and every chair
Wonderful felines everywhere,
Short-haired, long-haired, skinny or fat
I adore every kind of cat,
Sadly I am the owner of only two
What’s a cat-loving gal to do?
I’d like to have as many cats as socks
Can you imagine the smell of the litterbox?



Wednesday, April 2, 2014

B is for Butterfly Brooch



Today I have written a short story with this butterfly brooch as the inspiration. Also I tried to use B words to celebrate the letter B.  

I was hanging out at Brenda’s Diner while my wife Barb went to have her hair done. My blank laptop screen awaited my brilliant blog post  And waited...and waited...

I bit into my lightly buttered breakfast bagel when I heard a clink behind me. I bent down and picked up a beaded butterfly brooch that glowed and twinkled in my hand.

The butterfly came to life and flew up to the ceiling, a swirl of rainbow-like colours. A flash of light blinded me and I found myself in a shimmering forest by the banks of a babbling brook. Morning sun bathed the branches in a soft golden light. Any moment I expected to see Bambi and his buddies appear through the bushes.

“Hi there, Barney,” a sultry voice said and I looked around in bewilderment. A beautiful buxom blonde girl in a bikini beamed at me.

“How do you know my name?” I asked.

“I’m Bunny. I know all about you.”

“Is this some kind of joke? How did I get here?” I could feel my face reddening as it always did when I got embarrassed.

“Relax, Barney,” Bunny said, brushing her fingers against my cheek and blowing in my ear. “Bunny will make it all better.”

“Is this for real?” I said, blinking my eyes in disbelief. I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment as Bunny massaged my brow.

“There you are!” a loud voice penetrated my reverie. I was back in the restaurant, the butterfly brooch still in my hand.

Barb frowned at me, her grey hair in tight poodle curls. I didn’t dare tell her it looked better before.

 “Where did you get that brooch?” she asked.

“I found it on the floor,” I said, looking at it in confusion.

“What’s the matter with you, Barney? Did you forget to take your medication again?” 

“No, it’s just that...” I looked at the brooch and said nothing.

“Honestly, Barney. You’re losing it. I’ll bring the car and meet you outside in ten minutes. Can you manage that?”

I just nodded in agreement. I had learned long ago not to argue with Barb.

As I packed up the laptop, I put the brooch down on the counter by the cash.

On my way out, I bumped against a woman coming in.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. 

“No harm done, Handsome,” I looked up and met eyes with the older woman. I could tell she’d been a looker in her younger days. A real babe. Something about her sure seemed familiar.

I looked back in disbelief to see her take the brooch off the counter and pin it to her coat. She saw me looking and winked at me. It was Bunny.



Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A is for April

I am participating in the A-Z Blogging Challenge for 2014 



and today is the first day of the challenge. I look forward to lots of creativity and sharing in the month ahead.

A is for April and spring is here
What a winter we’ve had this year!
Too cold, too long and always snowing
With icy winds that never stopped blowing,

Now days are longer, the sun is brighter
My mood is already feeling lighter,
Still snow on the ground doesn’t mean a thing
It’s April in Canada and to us that means spring!



Here is a photo of our Malamute, Loup in our backyard. As you can see, we still have loads of snow but hey, it's April and that means spring is here, dammit!

Here is a link to a funny Canadian Tire video that sums it up so well how Canadians celebrate the arrival of spring. It's spring if we say so!