Weekend Writing Prompt #114 – Grimace

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Thank you, Sammi!

 

What is a grimace?

An expression of pain taking over a face

A distorted smile ~ a wry show of amusement

A frown of distaste or scowl of disgust

Image worth a thousand words

 

Energy Pull – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  I just managed to get my brain to function and my fingers to typing to write out this little silly before heading out to work.  Rochelle, our fabulous leader, has chosen one of my pictures… How cool is that?  Very.

G’head, play along. Write your own little 100-word story based on this weird statue that is all over the Quartier des Spectacles in Montreal. Just click on the blue frog below, add your link and Bob’s your uncle!

C’mon, click me to play! You know you wanna…

Energy Pull

Aim for a balanced life, they say.  Yeah, sure. No problemo. I’ll just sit here and be zen and ignore the things that suck the energy out of me. You know, things like work and kids and the house that seems to be falling down around me.  Balanced. Pfft!  How does one distribute the energy required to get it all done?

Prioritize. Yeah, that’s how you do it.

Put your bathing suit on, get a glass of wine and a book and sit by the pool.

And don’t notice that the grass is too long and the pool need vacuuming.

Canada Day in Quebec

Last week I shared with you our Saint Jean Baptiste or Fête Nationale in Québec and gave you a little history lesson. And how for some Anglos, this is just a day off from work and for most Francos, it holds pride on being French.

In Quebec, for many, Canada Day is just a day off. Like Victoria Day (only Quebecers celebrate Journée des Patriotes – Patriots Day) because in this province things are disinct… sorry, I digress!

Mick’s Flag

Now, I am what our Prime Minister Trudeau (father, not son) was hoping the people of his country would all be. Perfectly bilingual in both English and French. No matter what your province of birth is, you can be bilingual. However, that did not happen quite as he had hoped. About the only thing bilingual in the country is packaging. And I can go on and on about the laws and stuff but then I’ll just get myself worked up and that is not the point of this here post. What I am is, a Canadian, who happens to live in Quebec; not the other way around.  And like most Canadians, except for the staunchest Separatists, would be celebrating, if I weren’t working – coz I’m in the hospitality biz and there ain’t no holidays for that there group.

Peeps like to call it Canada’s birthday but that is over-simplifying things 😉  I found this on the internets and it perfectly sums things up:

“On July 1, 1867, the nation was officially born when the Constitution Act joined three provinces into one country: Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and the Canada province, which then split into Ontario and Quebec. However, Canada was not completely independent of England until 1982. The holiday called Dominion Day was officially established in 1879, but it wasn’t observed by many Canadians, who considered themselves to be British citizens. Dominion Day started to catch on when the 50th anniversary of the confederation rolled around in 1917. In 1946, a bill was put forth to rename Dominion Day, but arguments in the House of Commons over what to call the holiday stalled the bill.

The 100th anniversary of the nation’s official creation in 1967 saw the growth of the spirit of Canadian patriotism, and Dominion Day celebrations really began to take off. Although quite a few Canadians already called the holiday Canada Day (Fête du Canada), the new name wasn’t formally adopted until October of 1982.”

—Source:  Mental Floss

Well how do you like them apples? I couldn’t have said it any better!

And in Quebec, July 1st is officially Moving Day… Crazy as that sounds, today will be Mover’s nightmare with trucks all over the place as people move from one apartment to another. Not a law but a tradition. Weird, but true.  How did this happen, you ask? I always thought it was because schools end their year on June 23rd, latest, so it is easier for parents to not screw up the kids’ school year. And it is for that reason but there is more.

It began as a humanitarian meaure by the Quebec government forbidding landlords from evicting their tenant farmers in the middle of winter. Sweet of them, no?  Apparently in the 18th century French law dictated that all legal documents begin on May 1 so that became the official unofficial start time for leases, going from May 1 to April 30.

In 1973, the Quebec government figured it would be even better to move this day to July 1st for the original reason I stated (to coincide with the end of the school year), plus we can still get crappy weather in the beginning of May, and, by moving it to an official holiday, people would not miss a day of work. Of course, that excludes the movers, doesn’t it?

Today’s history lesson is over 😉 I wish all of my Canadian readers a

And leave you with this little amusing and oh-so-silly video

And just so you know, I have never, EVER, used the word chesterfield for a sofa… and a few of the other expressions 😉

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #111 – Translation

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

 

Trying to find an original take on this prompt brought me once again to my recent move 😉 I fear until I feel I have claimed some sort of order in my new house, this shall ever be!  thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge.

 

We are moving to much smaller digs.

Yeah, I know.

You really should come and see it before you assume you can just fit all your stuff.

Nope. I’m good. I don’t need to see it first. I’ll make it happen.

At least come and measure it.

Moving day arrives…

I see you have come to the conclusion that translation from your old room to your new room was impossible.

Yeah. You were right. There is no way I can put everything exactly the way it was. I’ll have to rotate—

And pile up.

I’ll Tetris the shit out of it.

Will you be able to open your door?

Wide enough for me to fit.

Door to said room – opening it would mean my death as the inhabitant is still sleeping and guards his privacy most fiercely 🙂

 

*In Geometry, “Translation” simply means Moving … … without rotating, resizing or anything else, just moving. To Translate a shape: Every point of the shape must move: the same distance.

Heed the Sign! – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #32

A little silly ditty for this morning. Sometimes that is the only way to go. Right? Right.  Thanks, Crispina, for the weekly challenge!

 

Heed the sign!

You may not enter

You may not cross

‘Tis my domain

I am the boss

Don’t even try

For you shall fail

Can you not read?

No Junk Mail!

Word count: 32

Kinda sorta same message 😉

Just the Bridge Then? – What Pegman Saw

Given the… uh… excitement… going on in Alabama, it was hard to not do so, but I was damned if I was going to go there.  Had to lighten the mood somewhat.

This week Pegman is in Selma, Alabama in the US. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. You’re free to use the photo supplied with the prompt, or take your own tour of Selma via Google Maps. There are both streetview and photospheres at this location.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others at the link up below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun.

Click me to play!

Just the Bridge, Then?

“Was cool to visit New Orleans, wasn’t it? The music, the food. So good. On the drive home, we’re gonna cut across diagonally, driving through Alabama, then Georgia, before heading north.  What’s to see in Alabama?”

“All sorts of civil rights places – kind of ironic. That bridge in Selma. What’s it called?  Oh yeah, Edmund Pettus.”

“Sunday Bloody Sundaaaay!”

“Ha! Funny guy. You know, some of my favourite chick flicks take place in the muds of Alabama.  Let’s go see some of them! ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ – Title says it all, right?”

“Sweet Home Alabama! Girl, I’m coming home to you!  But, no, most of it was filmed in Georgia:  Fayetteville, Crawfordville, Rome.

“Damn. Wait! ‘Fried Green Tomatoes’ is in Alabama except when Idgie saves Ruth from Frank, in Valdosta, Georgia!”

“Nope. Juliette, Georgia.”

“Jeez. I know! ‘My Cousin Vinny’!”

“Monticello—”

“Lemme guess.  Georgia.”

“So, just the bridge, then?”

 

Happy Trails – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  It is time for another round of Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by our faithful leader Rochelle, who is, as we speak, on her way to Israel for a humanitarian endeavour with her cousin, Kent.  Happy trails to you both!!  And thank you to Jean L. Hayes for donating your picture.

I admit, I was completely corny this week.  How could I not be?  I mean, my name is Dale and my last name is Rogerson (a mere two letters off from Roy’s) and this picture just sang to me.  Apologies.  Next week I’ll be way more serious.  Buahahaha!  Sorry, no guarantees on that…

Now, if you can come up with a good story for this picture, please do and add your link by clicking on the blue frog below.  Not sure how, just click on Rochelle’s name above for the how-to’s.  Easy-peasy.  Now, forgive me 😉

©Jean L. Hayes

Click me!

Happy Trails

“Happy traiiiils, toooo youu, until we meet again!

Happy traiiiils to youuu, keep smiling until then!”

“Are you gonna sing that bloody song during the whole friggen ride?”

“You don’t like?  Seems rather appropriate as we ride our horses across this land.  This was a great idea for an activity, by the way.  It’s been ages since I rode a horse.”

“I doubt our trail leader is enjoying your nonsense, Roy.”

“You know what, Dale?  It sounds a lot better as a duet…

Who cares about the clouds when we’re togeeeeether?”
“Just sing a song, and bring the sunny weeeeeeaather!”