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Weekend Writing Prompt #109 – Idyll

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It is 4:42 am (I have changed this time three times now). I should be sleeping but I just finished a 12-hour shift (at 2:30 am) and it takes time to wind down so I had me a brew or two, saw this challenge was already up, and figured what the hell…

And now my son has come home from an evening out with friends (and feels no pain) and has me in stitches (when your 21-year-old son decides he wants to chat with you, you stop all and listen) telling me that he is wasting away to nothing because there is no food in this house since the move and he is surviving on beef jerky and Kraft Dinner and Subway and do you know how expensive it is to buy this stuff? (By the way, he has a full-time job and could go shopping for good food – since I have not had time yet because I have been working non-stop since said move).

OK. I shall stop my own kvetching and leave you with my attempt! Thank you, Sammi, for this weekly prompt! Oh, and I decided to look into past posts and realised that I have already used this word as a title twice!  Sheesh….

No one person can define it for another

It is personal

No right, no wrong

And yet, somehow,

Folks will give their opinion anyway

Unsolicited

“It’s too big, it’s too much work”

“I would not have made such a choice”

“Why there?”

That’s okay

Nod your head, remain mute, if you choose

Hear them, take what you need

Be not dissuaded

Your choice is right

Because you made it

For yourself, for the first time

Your own personal idyll

Shared, for now

Still,

Yours

 

 

147 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #109 – Idyll”

  3. Gosh, why would anyone make those remarks. It is your decision. I agree with others that it looks lovely. The sun shining on the brick makes it look warm and comforting.
    Your comments about your son made me laugh. I hope you get some sleep (in your beautiful idyllic new home).

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  4. I hope you are sleeping and not trying to reply at this moment. Lol. Picture of the new digs I assume? Lots of insight in this poem. I like it, I love it, I want some more of it. Oops, songs in my head. Good job.

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    • Ha ha! I didn’t sleep nearly enough. It’s a beautiful day and my room is too hot and I think deep down, I just don’t want to miss one of the few sunny days we’ve had .
      Thank you. Glad you liked.

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  7. Q,

    I thought you might go with a play on words, like Canadian Idyll. Or Idyll hands are the devils food cake workshop. Or . . . n’kay I’ll stop.

    This was bettah buttah though. Since it wasn’t just close to home, it WAS home. And a pretty home it is. And it’s yours and its the next chapter, and it’s going to be the story you make it from here. Once the boxes are a memory.

    As for the food situation, has it not occurred to your son that mebe . . just mebe . . a grocery list is his best friend right about now? Because I’m sorry . . but Subway . . no thank you.

    Hope you’re sound asleep.

    B

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  8. Yay for the new digs!! LOVE LOVE LOVE the wide windows on the basement floor–how fab to have good natural light on the lower floor!
    Love the open space in front of the house, too, and the tree, to watch all seasons go by with.
    SO happy for you!
    As for the poor starving boy … I recommend he take a crash course at shopping and cooking for his hard working mama! 🙂
    XOXO
    Na’ama

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    • Thank you. I need to go out and take a picture NOW, with the rhododendrons in full bloom. Maybe I’ll go and do so and change my pic 😉
      Or maybe I’ll use one in my story of my move…
      It is so bright in this house. And so rare to have such huge windows in the basement too. Love it!
      As for the poor starving young man. Exactly what I told him. You work full time, you make good coin, get off your duff and go buy ingredients and make something! (In all fairness, he works from 6:45-2:00, then goes to school from 3-9…)
      xoxo
      Dale

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      • Yeah for full bloom photos!!!
        And, yay to bright daylight in the house! Woohhoo to you!
        As for said young man again … I feel for him but I’m thinking, there’s always some store open to buy pasta and tomatoes (or even tomato sauce) and a bit of milk and cheese and whatever kind of veggies to make something nice with … 😉
        But, yeah, I hear you. AND moving is hard and it takes time to get a routine back in and stock the pantry after trying to thin it out before a move … The sort-of-starving young man is still young …
        😉
        Na’ama

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  11. Dear Dale,

    I’m sure your poor son is starving to death. I love the attitude of this piece. When we moved to our house we caught flack from friends who couldn’t understand why we were moving to a house three times the size of the one we raised our kids in. After all they were grown and gone. We just told them we needed breathing room and we do utilize most of the space here…and have room for guests, which includes our kids when they visit. I know you’ll be glad when you’re completely moved in and can enjoy your idyll.

    Shalom and lotsa hugs,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      Oh, I know, the poor thing. Wasting away to nothing, I tell you.
      When will people just mind their own business? The best one I heard was: If you moved just 450 metres away, why did you bother? Not the distance that mattered, chick!
      I know I will. Eventually!

      Shalom and lotsa love,

      Dale

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  14. I read this three times, I liked it, especially the last part. ‘the choice is right because you made it’. Nice Pad, btw.

    Oh, Dale, when your 50 year old wants to chat you also stop everything.

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    • Three times, eh? And that’s good, right? 😉
      Thank you. Eventually, I shall let y’all inside. But for now, it is a scary place.

      I should like to think that a 50-year old is more willing to chat with you than a 20-something year old. But I’ll always stop everything when they choose to talk to me!

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    • Tell me about it. I ain’t no spring chicken and that is a LOOOOONG shift in the service industry.
      The house shall be pretty inside too. Eventually.

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  19. Loved the poem, Dale and congratulations on you lovely new home. It will take time to settle in but you will soon be able to relax and enjoy your idyll 🙂

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  21. I know about stopping to spend time with a son. I do it a lot for my three 50’ish ones. Your new home is so appealing. Enjoy! Food will eventually become part of your daily routine.

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    • Every time one or the other comes by and chats me up, I drop everything. It feels so rare sometimes.
      Thank you, Ina. I’m sure once I have gotten rid of the mountains of stuff I can no longer fit, I shall feel much better.
      Food, Schmood… I’m down 5 lbs already! Actually, there is no regular daily routine in the summer since my hours working at the golf club are so irregular…

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