sunday
Nancy thought up a writing prompt project that we could do for the rest of this month and the month of July. The words:
June 24: Robin Hood
June 25: mourning dove
June 26: Kleenex
June 27: vitamin
June 28: teapot
June 29: basket
June 30: notebook
July 1: dog (or cat)
July 2: rooftop
July 3: candle
July 4: lace (or linen or muslin)
July 5: coffee
July 6: long hair (or short hair)
July 7: beads
July 8: luggage tag
July 9: a deep well
July 10: intuition
July 11: vase (or urn or crock)
July 12: running
July 13: black (or white)
July 14: log jam
July 15: heat
July 16: bra
July 17: house
July 18: farm animal
July 19: spiral staircase
July 20: modest
July 21: ruler
July 22: Indian print
July 23: fragment
July 24: dirt
July 25: clown
July 26: approval
July 27: grandparent (or grandchild)
July 28: China
July 29: order
July 30: lamp
July 31: door
I'm going to post my free writes here on my journal.
June 24: Robin Hood. Somehow as a little kid I mixed Robin Hood and Peter Pan up in my mind. They both wore green tunics with ragged edges and belts. Tights and boots. A jaunty hat with a feather. My brother had a Peter Pan doll and I wanted that doll so badly. Coveted it. I wanted to fly like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. I remember one Christmas laying on the couch watching the stage version of Peter Pan with Mary Martin as Peter on TV. I was about 6 - so enthralled. Looking away from the TV during the commercials and getting lost in the magic of the Christmas Tree and the magic baby that was born. It all got rolled up together in my mind. Magic could happen. Growing up a little and later hearing the story of Robin Hood. It was Peter in a new version. The Lost Boys = The Band of Merry Men. Disruptors. Fighting together. Taking what they needed. Sharing. Living by their own laws. I can't think of one without the other now.
June 25: Mourning Dove. For most of my young life I thought the sounds of the mourning doves in the spruce trees around our house were owls. I thought owls were everywhere! Then I was told that sound was a morning dove. So I thought they liked the mornings. Later I learned it was mourning. A sad bird. It's an interesting bird. Short legs with pink feet to waddle around on. They make a whistling sound when they take off - like they are being jerked up into the air on a squeaky pulley. Soft and gentle birds - gray. Dove gray. It's even an artist's color.
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A busy day today. I need to make a vegan dark chocolate birthday cake for Rossy's birthday party today. Clean house. And I want to make a dot painted Sugar Creek rock as a gift for my cousin Rosie. Tomorrow we are meeting her and her other son Chris at the Oil City cemetery to inter Louis' ashes beside his father's grave.
June 24: Robin Hood
June 25: mourning dove
June 26: Kleenex
June 27: vitamin
June 28: teapot
June 29: basket
June 30: notebook
July 1: dog (or cat)
July 2: rooftop
July 3: candle
July 4: lace (or linen or muslin)
July 5: coffee
July 6: long hair (or short hair)
July 7: beads
July 8: luggage tag
July 9: a deep well
July 10: intuition
July 11: vase (or urn or crock)
July 12: running
July 13: black (or white)
July 14: log jam
July 15: heat
July 16: bra
July 17: house
July 18: farm animal
July 19: spiral staircase
July 20: modest
July 21: ruler
July 22: Indian print
July 23: fragment
July 24: dirt
July 25: clown
July 26: approval
July 27: grandparent (or grandchild)
July 28: China
July 29: order
July 30: lamp
July 31: door
I'm going to post my free writes here on my journal.
June 24: Robin Hood. Somehow as a little kid I mixed Robin Hood and Peter Pan up in my mind. They both wore green tunics with ragged edges and belts. Tights and boots. A jaunty hat with a feather. My brother had a Peter Pan doll and I wanted that doll so badly. Coveted it. I wanted to fly like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. I remember one Christmas laying on the couch watching the stage version of Peter Pan with Mary Martin as Peter on TV. I was about 6 - so enthralled. Looking away from the TV during the commercials and getting lost in the magic of the Christmas Tree and the magic baby that was born. It all got rolled up together in my mind. Magic could happen. Growing up a little and later hearing the story of Robin Hood. It was Peter in a new version. The Lost Boys = The Band of Merry Men. Disruptors. Fighting together. Taking what they needed. Sharing. Living by their own laws. I can't think of one without the other now.
June 25: Mourning Dove. For most of my young life I thought the sounds of the mourning doves in the spruce trees around our house were owls. I thought owls were everywhere! Then I was told that sound was a morning dove. So I thought they liked the mornings. Later I learned it was mourning. A sad bird. It's an interesting bird. Short legs with pink feet to waddle around on. They make a whistling sound when they take off - like they are being jerked up into the air on a squeaky pulley. Soft and gentle birds - gray. Dove gray. It's even an artist's color.
*****
A busy day today. I need to make a vegan dark chocolate birthday cake for Rossy's birthday party today. Clean house. And I want to make a dot painted Sugar Creek rock as a gift for my cousin Rosie. Tomorrow we are meeting her and her other son Chris at the Oil City cemetery to inter Louis' ashes beside his father's grave.