Keepsakes – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #18

A little later than I wanted to, but hey, c’est la vie, eh?  This is Crispina’s fun challenge that is not too restrictive.  For rules and regs, the few there are, just click here.  That should show you the “what’s what”!

I don’t know why I keep on trying my hand at poetry – must be because I find it so bloody difficult! Funny how we do that to ourselves.  I must have a masochistic streak in me.

Keepsakes

Together they stand, by row, side by side

Some inconspicuous, others with style

They vary in size, some short, tall, some wide

What resides within may, or not, beguile

 

So what do they hold, you can’t help but ask?

Something most evil or wondrous and bright?

These bottles, they are, each used as a cask

For loved ones, held dear, now gone from my sight

 

Each one is a cask, but what lies within?

Their spirit, their souls or maybe just ash?

A bit of each, does this make your head spin?

I feel they deserve a bit of panache

 

Their time on this Earth is sadly no more

A symbol for each is all that I keep

They are not forgot; some stories of lore

I smile when I see them, I no longer weep

 

Can’t Help Myself – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday,, my peeps!  The sun is making a feeble appearance today.  Will it stay? It’s early-ish yet.  Oh wait, I just looked at the forecast.  Rain is coming in to help melt the snow… and cause more lakes and more ice and more… How about we forget the weather and tell a story instead?  Today, I have gone Rochellian in my attempt.  So thank you, Rochelle, for inspiring us to write better, in a more concise way.  This week, our leader has chosen a photo from Anshu Bhojnagarwala, so thank you, Anshu for allowing us to use your photo as inspiration.

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Can’t Help Myself

“Glenn! You must stop humming while you play! The microphone is picking it up and ruining the recording.”

“Sorry. I’ll start again.”

“Good. Whenever you are ready.”

Bach’s Goldberg variations resumed as only he could play them.

“Dammit!”

“I know.  I don’t like it and I can’t stop it. Honestly, I would resent any other artist did it. I know it’s a terrible distraction.  But my playing will never be as good without a few vocal elaborations. I don’t see why anyone puts up with it. Shall we continue?”

Glenn Gould’s humming can be heard on most of his recordings.

An early recording of a young Glenn Gould.

In later years you needed a good set of earphones.  If you wish to take a glimpse of the older Glenn Gould, click here.

Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

I promise ya’all, when I have a new house bought and signed for, I shall let go of this obsession… Or will go on and on about my new digs.  So, maybe I cannot make any promises, after all!  Thank you, Sammi, for giving me reasons to work a little harder!

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.

Word Prompt

Seashore

Challenge

Trying not to feel woe is me

Mother, sisters, their families

On a cruise, taking in the sun

While I’m at home, not having much fun

I may feel a little bit sore

Not playing with them by the seashore

But! I might have missed the sale of my house

Now that would be something about which to grouse

Whose Bridge? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

Good Friday evening, my peeps. I was going to write this one yesterday but the house bidness just took up all my brain cells and left me empty. Good news though. House is sold, an offer has been made on another. Not a done deal, of course. Do vendors ever accept an offer as is? Of course, until that part is settled, I probably won’t get a good night’s sleep. I’ll live. Then party when it is done!

As this is International Woman’s Day, my story took a totally different direction than I had originally planned!

Thank you, Crispina, for creating this challenge that pushes me to use different genres. Much obliged to ya! Was gonna put an answering picture, but chose a video instead.

Care to join? It’s fun and the rules are quite loose. Think sleepover party and the parents are out for dinner. Click on the link above. You’ll see what I mean 😉 K. ‘Nuff jibber-jabber, on with it already. Feel free to sing along…

Whose Bridge?

That bridge is not for you to cross.

You don’t own me

It’s a man’s world, face it. You don’t fit.

Don’t tell me what to do

You should be more ladylike, less outspoken

And don’t tell me what to say

Why do you want to go out and do that?

Please, when I go out with you

Just, please, don’t embarrass me

Don’t put me on display

You know what? Maybe this won’t work

You don’t own me

I’m all for women’s lib but you’re pushing it

Don’t try to change me in any way

You’ll have to tone it down if you want to stay

Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay

(Word count 115)

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16 – Last Chance

Almost didn’t make it.  Then suddenly an idea came to me and off I went with it.  Crispina’s CCC challenge has seduced me once again!

 

Last Chance

Catriona ran like the hounds of hell were after her.  She could not believe she was going to be late today, of all days.  Everything went wrong. Her alarm didn’t go off.  She got a run in her stockings and had to search for a replacement pair.  She missed the bus so took the subway, which took her three blocks away from where she had to be.  Was the Universe trying to tell her something?

She kept repeating:  “Please wait, please wait, please wait!”  knowing there was no possibility of a second chance.  He had warned her he was done waiting for her.

Catriona finally arrived at the staircase to find Sam taking the first step to the last section.

“Sam!” she yelled. Stop! “I’m here!  I’m sorry I’m late!  Please, wait!”

No hesitation.  No look in her direction. He continued climbing.  Away from her.  Out of her life.

Lucky for me, Zeke waits for me

 

So Close – What Pegman Saw

I did not go the expected route.  At all.  Consider this a heads up. 😉  Thank you Karen and Josh for hosting accepting my late submission!

This week Pegman takes us to the highest peak in the world, Mount Everest, also known as Sagarmatha. Thanks to the wonder of Google Maps (and the many intrepid climbers industrious enough to carry the necessary camera equipment to such elevations) we can climb Mount Everest in the comfort our bathrobes and fuzzy slippers.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. You’ll find both street path view and photospheres to inspire you.

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

Wanna play?  Add your link below!

So Close

I can see the peak.  What was but a dream for years is finally becoming a reality and is within my reach.  I know it.  I can almost touch it.  Paradoxically, it also feels unattainable as there is yet much to be done to arrive.  I have made so much progress, less lies ahead than behind.

I can barely breathe; the air is thin and it feels as if my oxygen has been cut off.  The ache in my jaw tells me I have been tense, subconsciously.  I am worried I will not be able to achieve this goal I have set myself.  Tension or excitement?  Both?

Now is not the time to give up, that’s for sure.  Not at this point.  Just dig deep and do what needs to be done.  Suck it up.  You’re scared.  So what?

Once that SOLD sign is affixed, I can rejoice and move on.

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OK… This is MY mountain to climb 😉  I am going a tad nuts as my house is officially sold (yay!) but I have some things to fix before everything is official.  Things that ain’t gonna be cheap or done in the blink of an eye – possibly.  I’ll know more in the next few days.  I think this is seriously why my jaw is aching!  I woke up feeling like I’d been punched or something.  Sorry for my blah-blah.  I just felt I needed to explain how I got from Mount Everest to a SOLD sign 😉

Shades of Blue – That Make Me Happy

I sit in my own house, a stranger, as my agent takes over and shows it to potential buyers who are waltzing around opening cupboards and checking my stuff – I was going to leave but Serge (agent) told me there was no need.  I had already sent off the boys and Zeke so I made myself small in my office, yet available for any questions…

Most weeks I have a whole lotta nuthin’ on my agenda. One day goes into the next and nary a more exciting outing than a trip to Costco or the grocery store.  At other times? BOOM!  Not only do I have three days in a row of activities, the three times involve crossing the bridge into the City of Montréal.  Snow causes a mess as it takes at least eight days to clean up the city after one dumping.  A mess means traffic.  Traffic means short-tempered peeps.  Short-tempered peeps means frustration abounds.

Well, guess what?  Not this chica!  Sure there was traffic and it was, shall we say, interesting navigating the streets of Old Montreal and downtown (west) but hey, I did find parking in parking in lots, and twice underground.  I’m thinking I’ve scored freakin’ well, dontcha think?  No fusseration happening over here.

On the Thursday, I had a date with Edi, my new friend, made through my neighbours five houses down.  Turns out Edi is divorced and has no one to play with (when it comes to plays) so I told her that the next time a decent one came to town, did she want I should call her?  An emphatic YES was the response.  We-he-hell… I was good on my word.  The Centaur had a special “Valentine’s Day” Sale for any tickets purchased for the February 14th representation of “The Last Wife”  a play created by Kate Hennig about Catherine Parr, Henry the VIII’s sixth and last wife.  Told in today’s times, it was funny, brilliantly acted and the set decoration was truly creative.

BUT, to get to the Centaur, I had to drive along de la Commune Street in Old Montreal and I was struck by the colour of the sky.  I was able to pull over and get this picture of the Montreal Clock Tower – ok, I lied.  I was at a stop sign so I rolled down my window (really, Dale?  Rolled down your window?  More like pressed the automatic button…) and took a quick click – hence the blur.  But that blue!

Just before turning up on St-François-Xavier Street, across from the Montreal Science Centre, I noticed the blue was even deeper so did the same thing as earlier – managed a bit less blur…

Met up with Edi, we found a restaurant (Méchant Boeuf) that would seat us before the play – remember, it was Valentine’s – no easy task to find!!  We enjoyed our meal and made our way back to the Centaur in the slush and snowbanks and mess and enjoyed, as mentioned, a fabulous play.

On my way back to my car, I was struck by the purply-blue (dark periwinkle?) of the sky which really made the whitened-by-streetlamps old buildings pop (I did not play with any filters for any of these pictures, by the way!)

On Friday, I had a dinner and a movie date (Roasters, followed by “What Men Want” – total chick-flic and we laughed our heads off) with the girlfriends.  I also had a house visit scheduled for 4:30, which screwed up my timing to be in town at the Forum Movie Centre for 5.  My son assured me he would be home by that time and didn’t get here till almost 4:45.  That would be the day I was late!  Here I was pushing the ladies to be there for 5:00 so we’d have time to eat before the 6:50 movie and I’m the one who arrived at close to 5:45.  I won’t lie.  I may have cursed a bit lot before leaving, while I  was being redirected because of road work, etc.  That said, just before 4 pm, I was sitting at my desk when I looked up and was struck by yet another shade of blue!  Looks almost ominous, doesn’t it?  I loved the depth near the bottom, paling as it goes upward.

Saturday was a beautiful day!  I promised Zeke we would go out for a nice long walk, and long walk we did, breaking in my new FitBit proper-like – making my 10K steps.  While making our way to one Everything had a bluish tint…

Sunday morning, blessed with another beautiful blue day, I found myself driving along. Shaking my head, I am oh-so glad I have a driveway in which to park my car unlike these poor buggers on the left, parked willy-nilly as this side of the street has yet to be cleared…

I definitely must return to this spot (Ontario Street) to retake this beautiful mural of Alys Robi, a Québecois chanteuse, sans damn truck in the way.  I had to pull over because I was struck by this work of art.

“Let Her Sing Forever”

My house once again my own, I leave you with two Alys songs, first a young Alys doing a cover of “La vie en rose” and a more mature Alys, doing “Laissez-moi encore chanter” – because that’s what the mural represents, and this recording, awful as it is, was on my birthday!

I wish for you all, a most wonderful week!