THE RAM'S HEAD REVIEW Dec. 2, 2007

Dec. 2, 2007


Bob’s wife Carole and my daughter-in-law, Chantal, are both recovering nicely at home after surgery, with devoted husbands in attendance. Good news to hear.

And while I’m snowed in here today, so is my daughter Sarah in Thunder Bay, with howling winds and four-foot snowdrifts. And Susan in Newfoundland said they had their first snowfall, too. She also said she likes staying home with Declan, finding it peaceful while he sleeps by the fire, and that family and friends keep bringing over food for them so she hasn’t even had to cook. Lucky girl.

Bob read first Thursday night. We heard about a ringmaker who had been an emplyee of theirs, who had very greasy hair. He would wipe his hands full of gold filings in his hair and then put his hat on and leave at the end of the day. He was fired when caught. And in ’82, when a customer was going through hard times, at his request they removed a large diamond from his wife’s ring and replaced it with a cubic zirconia. They sold the diamond for him, and their friends never caught on the stone was no longer a diamond.

Ellie read of the girl being hustled into a carriage at dawn, without being able to say goodbye to her mother. Over several days, they travelled into the mountains and arrived at a large pallace where she was led to a suite of rooms by a young man carrying her trunk.

Margaret read of Peasly and Peacock dressing up as Lord and Lady Bugwater. Peasly bought 2 sponges for Peacock to use as a bosom, but had a bath with them first. Peacock wanted to know why they were so wet. They went looking for the candlemaker, who had Joey the parrot, and was now missing after an explosion, but they found him in town at his sister’s. He was only too happy to give them the parrot in a box, as Joey had caused the explosion to happen when he screamed out :”Blow up the castle”.

Carolann had several poems to read. “Anger” was about feelings of anger wanting out in spite of denial they exist. “After She’s Gone” was about a man experiencing emptiness after his wife’s funeral. And 2 more poems, both entitled “Ode To Itrend”, were about Carolann enjoying working at a call center that did telephone surveys. On the one hand it was frustrating and very competitive, but on the other it was well paid work. Interesting.

I didn’t have anything to read, but did supply banana/orange/apricot bread for a treat.

Next meeting hear at my place Thursday, Dec. 6th at 7:00 p.m. Happy writing in the meantime, and hope to see you Thursday.

Lisa