Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Blogapalooza 2016 - Day 10: Favorite things to sense

๐Ÿ‘ƒ Favorite things to smell ๐Ÿ‘ƒ
Freshly cut lumber
Gasoline
Orange cinnamon candle
Wooded area after rain

๐Ÿ‘‚Favorite things to hear๐Ÿ‘‚
Rain
Train rumbles
Baby giggles
Kitty purrs

✋Favorite things to feel
Day old beard stubble
Paws - gerbil, cat, dog
The concussive blast of a proper firework, the Wall of Fire, or a Blue Angel rattling my chest ... so basically the airshow
Warm rain

๐Ÿ‘…Favorite things to taste๐Ÿ‘…
Sourdough bread with butter
Orange cranberry jam
Cherry cordial Kisses
Raspberry limeade 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Jules - Yellow

Prompt: Yellow 
Musical inspiration: Robin the Rain by Raffi

Jareb Wiseman was going his normal farm chores on afternoon in April/May, specifically mucking out Chayton’s stall, when he heard the splish, splash, splosh of little feet running past the barn doors, through the puddles that gathered below the eaves.  It didn’t register, at first, that anything was out of ordinary.  Then he realized there shouldn’t be puddles … and his niece should be asleep.  Parking the shovel on the nearest vertical surface, he hurried to the door.  Somehow he had missed that a sunshower had started, the sunlight sparkling through a shimmering, crystal curtain of rain.  And there in the garden was his Juliet.
     She was clad in a bright yellow hat, what had formerly been a bright yellow slicker but was now covered in mud, except for the front, and, rather unseasonably for Montana, a pair of jean shorts.  Her bare feet splashed through the mud as she moved about between the garden, front yard, and barn yard.  She would stand still for several long moments up on her tip toes, then drop down and bob with her elbows out, squatting slightly.  Once this ritual was complete she would scurry, scurry, scurry to another location, her feet a blur until she suddenly STOPPED dead in her tracks, rising up to her tiptoes again and surveying her surroundings.  Every once in a while something on the ground would catch her eye as she was bob, bob, bobbing and she would bend fully to snatch it up, examine the muddy object, and shove it in the pocket of her rain slicker.  After the fourth or fifth time Jareb saw her pick something up his curiosity won out.  The rain had abated as he made his way across the yard, avoiding the worst of the mud puddles.
     “Jujuberry!” he called.  The little girl started, nearly dropping whatever was on the way to her pocket.  She looked slightly guilty, rain having turned her hair to ropes around her pale face, exaggerating her big, startling blue eyes.
    “Hello Uncle Jareb,” she said softly, muddy hands disappearing behind her back and muddy toes digging into their place.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to put enough curiosity in his voice to draw her out, keeping out was much judgemental concern as possible.  “Was that a rain dance?”
    “No!” the girl gasped, appalled that her uncle could not identify her inspiration.  “I’m pretending to be a robin, silly!”
    “Oh!” was the only reply that immediately came to mind.  “That’s why you were scurrying and bobbing?”
    “And stretching up to look for cats, just like Mr. Robin-in-the-Rain,” she demonstrated.  “And I put mud on my coat so I would look like one.  I couldn’t find anything red for the front so I decided I was just a pretty lady robin all dressed up.”
    “I see,” her uncle said mock gravely, getting in the spirit as he nodded.  “And what have you been putting in your pocket, my little robin yellow-feather?”
    The guilty look came back and she glanced at the ground, rather embarrassed.  She had meant to put them back before she was caught. Oh well, maybe her uncle wouldn’t laugh.  With a long-suffering sigh she reached a grubby hand in and withdrew a writhing handful.
    Jubal couldn’t help it, he gave a bark of laughter at the sight of the worms and his niece’s guilty face, then gently kissed her mud speckled cheek to soothe any ruffled feathers.  “You may be a robin my dear, but I hope you weren’t planning on serving those for lunch.  I don’t think there are enough and I am still a human, you know.”
    Jules giggled.  He had laughed at her but he was so silly, what a thought!  “No!  I was going to put them in the garden for the plants and birds.  I don’t want to eat them!”
    “Oh thank goodness,” Jared sighed in exaggerated relief, wiping his brow.  “Why don’t you put your friends in their new home while I finish in the barn.  You can give Chay a carrot then take a bath to wash those muddy robin feet and I’ll make you people food lunch.”
    “Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” Jules asked eagerly.
    “With a surprise for dessert,” Jareb promised.
    Nearly an hour later a freshly clean Juliet sopped up the last of her soup from her Ariel bowl with the crust of her sandwich.  Sighing in contentment she snuggled into her soft robe (her clothes were in the dryer).  She had forgotten her uncle’s promise until a clear plastic cup descended in front of her.  She stared at the brown concoction covered in dark brown crumbles for a moment then squealed in delighted laughter as the bright colored spots made sense.  While she was in the bath her uncle had mixed up chocolate pudding and Oreos and put gummy worms in it!  She had muddy worms she could eat!  What a happy robin she was.


     AN:  You all haven't met Jules yet but she's my NaNo13 main character.  I'll be posting more about her soon.  Also, this is not the best intro or conclusion I've ever written but oh well.  I like the middle.  824 words.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Day 23 - The smell of winter and crazy writers

August 23 - The smell of air in winter

The air in winter is plain, smokey and boring.   Except for right after a snow.  Then the air is still, clean, clear, warm, and magical.  I love to stand in our backyard and sing "Winter Wonderland", preferably after dark so the porch light illuminates the snow and casts the prettiest shadows.  (Fewer chances of eavesdroppers too.)
Spring mostly smells like snot to me because I am so stuffed up I can't smell anything else.  Spring smells like mud and dirt and rain and new things growing.  And wet dog.  :)
Summer smells like sunscreen and chlorine and campfire smoke.  And it is not summer until I have used my SPF 15 Sun Shades Harvest Berry lipbalm. ♥  Summer smells like wet concrete ans sea and, if I have my choice, sulfur.  Yellowstone or airshow or both.  Acrid but comforting.  Home.
My favorite season to smell though is autumn.  There is a change come September and October (my favorite month ;)) that I live for.  As the cold air begins to creep in the first wood fires are lit in stoves and fireplaces in the neighborhood giving the air a warm, rich scent.  There is also a smell in the first week of September, psychosomatic I'm sure, but it smells like school.  Old musty books and new pencils and binders and backpacks and jams of people.  The smell of Eastwood and happiness.  Autumn is also when those bags of cinnamon pine cones show up.  When the shelves are stocked with apple and cinnamon and spiced candles and everything becomes cozy and happy.
Winter is nice, but I love autumn.

Day 23 - What Writers Do

Some authors have very interesting ways of writing.  One gets up at 4 am, sets his laptop screen so dark he can't read what he's writing, writes for a few hours, then goes back to bed until 8:30 am at which point he edits what he wrote.  Another writes 250 words every fifteen minutes from 5:30 am to 8:30 am.
They are both NUTS.  Or morning people.  Or both.  How the heck do you get anything coherent or legible out that early???  I prefer writing in the afternoon or at night, depending on my schedule and mood.  Some scenes only come out after dark, when I'm alone.  And that sounds bad!  :)
It also lists two authors who use different font methods: 8 pt so they have to squint to read and 14 Courier.
I'm more of a Verdana/Georgia myself.  Times New Roman if I'm using a word processor too.  I prefer rounder fonts to think with, in a comfortable 10-12 pt reading size.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

I bees back!

Hey howdy hey!  I'm working on getting the back prompts typed up.  You can expect a batch tomorrow later today!  Enjoy!
Oh, and my trip was a lot of fun and a growing experience.  :)  It was my first build away from home (meaning I couldn't come home every night) but that was OK the first two nights because I stayed in our trailer. 
Mom and dad hauled our trailer up a couple of weeks ago for use by the brothers and sisters who also couldn't drive home each night.  When we were there one brother in the kitchen crew slept in my bunk, one slept on the folded down kitchen table and dad and I shared the master bed in our own sleeping bags.  Dad and I traded off on who was and wasn't sleeping all night.  And let me tell you what.  He SNORES.  Seriously, my parents and grandmother are epic snorers.  Usually I'm at the other end of the trailer, not next to either one of them.  Thankfully I brought caffeine otherwise I would not have functioned the next day.  It was also only through Jehovah that I was pleasant to the rest of the crew.  A nice morning person I am not.  Being surrounded by roosters when I woke up kinda helped though.
Friday we bent pipe and put on mud rings and drilled holes and I got to go up on a ladder and promptly lost all coordination as I had three guys watching my every move.  Stage fright!  On a ladder!  I survived and felt useful and it was good.
Saturday we ... basically did more of the same but the smoke from the fires, coupled with all of the sagebrush and dust started to cut off my breathing, prompting me to use our emergency inhaler, which gave me the jitters (worse than I remembered) which meant running around the work site wasn't going to be a good idea.  Thankfully I found a fellow card player so we played several rounds of speed until it was time to strip wire and run tails on the speakers, which is my favorite part of the build (even if I do have a habit of nicking the inner wires when stripping the bundle).  We were done around lunch time, at which point dad took me back to the trailer so I could pack my things, moved me to the trailer I would be staying at that night and dropped me back off at the work site while he went home.  This was a stressful time because I didn't know dad wasn't staying until Sunday when I agreed to work Personnel.  This meant I had to scramble to find a new place to stay.  Sleeping in a trailer with two men to whom I am not related (even if they are the-annoying-uncles-I-never-asked-for) and driving with them in their separate cars isn't exactly appropriate.  Thankfully I could bunk with some sisters from the kitchen crew, ride in with them at 5 am to be there for check in at 7 am.  Also thankfully, I had access to the sound trailer so I could stash all of my things there until it was time to go home Sunday night, as well as having a nice, quiet place I could retreat to after Personnel was done for the day and before going to help others.  I could also put on my makeup so I looked simi-awake when welcoming our brothers and sisters.  :D
Sunday morning it decided to rain and someone didn't cover the internet router so during one of the rushes three of us stood there with clipboards, hand writing each volunteer's information as rain soaked our tables.  Internet came back later but then Builder Assistant went down (Google and all that jazz worked), which meant we had plenty of time to watch the house down the hill smoke.  I never saw any flames, the firefighters responded very quickly and got it under control and no one was harmed.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Day 11 - Summer and Racing Hearts

August 11 - "Nevertheless it's still summer" (after Charles Wright)

It may rain in Oregon but it is still summer.
I may not have had a smore yet but it is still summer.

Since writing this I have had several smores.  It is officially summer!  :)

Day 11 - Racing Hearts and Churning Stomachs 

You don't have to like your own writing but others might.  You don't have to be calm and self assured.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Day 10 - Beginning or ending a work out

August 10 - It's either the beginning or the end

It's either the beginning or the end
A raindrop falls on a pond
It is the beginning and the end
The tear from a grieving mother
     has given life to a baby nymph
The first melt of the glacier is now
     the first sip of a duckling
The beginning is the end

I can see this turning into a children's book with Eric Carle style torn paper and etched paints art.  Or a villanelle.

 Day 10 - Working Out

Write for only five minutes!
Work out for writers.  :)

Usually we worry about not writing enough, not writing too much!  XD

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Five Times the Challenge

I've got about two more days worth (after this).  Then back to the scheduled program.  Having something to write every day has been really nice and I hope to keep the habit up.

27. Foreign: The first time someone called her Kate Miller she almost forgot to respond.
35. Hold my Hand: All she could do for her fellow officer was sit by them as they bled out, waiting for the ambulance that would be too late.
37. Eyes: The stranger’s slight accent and grey eyes were delicious but when he introduced himself she knew she had found family.
64. Multitasking: Look at the traffic ahead, check either lanes for merging, remember which roads are busy, when each school gets out, where the passenger wants to go, all while making pleasant conversation.
67. Playing the Melody: Carefully she picked out Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on her aunt’s piano as the older woman played circles around her, their harmony filling the quiet afternoon.
71. Obsession: Her father always teased her that she had been in love with cars from infancy and it was true, her favorite teething toy was a detached stick shift.
72. Mischief Managed: The only thing that kept the four cousins from relieving their boredom via pranks on Joe Cassop was Aunt Belle’s threats of no peach turnover and hard time cleaning the house.
74. Are You Challenging Me?: Ironhide bristled and Sam cringed; was the Sec Def suicidal?!
93. Give Up: Sam’s mother sighed and kissed her husband on the forehead. “You know she’s not going to stop asking for a puppy. She is our daughter after all.”
94. Last Hope: “Mr. Bertolli, this is Siobhan Capall calling in Donnie Capall’s favor, I need your help.”
95. Advertisement: “There has got to be someone hiring!”
96. In the Storm: A tiny blonde form flung herself into the safe bed of her parents just as the second thunder crash shook the house.
97. Safety First: Honestly, some passengers were so fussy; she saw the red light!
98. Puzzle: Curious George was a very strange monkey, young Samantha decided; who else would want to eat a puzzle peice?

Half tomorrow: 20, 21, 24, 28, 29, 33, 34, 38, 39, 50-52, 56, 65, 66, 68, 69, 75, 78, 83, 85, 88

I am watching the 25th anniversary Les Miserables finale and fangirling.  It makes me so happy to see the original cast and hear Colm Wilkinson sing!  And what is even better is the joy he obviously finds in singing the songs again and the reaction from the crowd when his voice rolls over them.  His grin is infectious.  Many performers seem to turn their backs on a role once they are done with a run and appear very condescending or stiff if asked to reprise it for a tribute.  When you have done something amazing enough to be asked back you should be honored and embrace what is now a part of your identity.  Colm appears to have done that, besides looking like a teddy bear and favorite uncle anyways.  I love his voice and the emotion he puts into his part.  The only thing that would make the tribute better is if Philip Quast from the 10th anniversary performance was there.  But I plan on doing a more detailed review and comparison of the Les Mises later.  :)

Friday, December 2, 2011

Leap 023 - Vacations

Vacations

Endless waves of
Rolling grey water
Waving golden grass
Cold wind buffeting shell collectors
Grey skies dotted with blue
Rain soaked shores
Breezes wafting sulfur over the boardwalk
Blue skies dotted with clouds
Eagles perched in the snags
Tourists watching the bison
Tourists watching tourists
Seagulls watching the tourists


It was a better idea in my head, combining two of our most common vacation spots: the Oregon coast and Yellowstone National Park.  -headdesk-  I swear I'll get better at this.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Leap 22 - Euphoria

Flying
Wind in my face
Butterflies in my stomach
Hair flying
Warm wind
Snuggling with my puppy
Inferno Cone
Snowball fights
Laughing with my sisters
Lori, Lys, and Jay
Giant coconut trees affecting the Earth's rotation
Eating in the chem lab
Quiet communion
Nature
Autumn
October
Wood smoke
Campfires
That stillness when no one else is awake
Silent summer sunrise
First rains of April
Dancing in the warm rain
Alone

Told you it would be happier.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Leap 002 - Unexpected Showers

 Unexpected Showers

Oh how it rained
That day in June
As the child played.

Streets stood deserted
Silent noon
Oh how it rained

Plans abandoned
For sweeping broom
As the child played

New flowers bloomed
On the drenched dune
Oh how it rained

Imagination expanded
Exploring the moon
As the child played

Family contented
Listens to mother croon
Oh how it rained
As the child played

I discovered villanelles in Creative Writing my sophomore year in high school and have loved them ever since.  The rain prompted the one you see above.