END OF WINTER?
After another week that had another dump of snow that made travel treacherous, there were four of us who did get together Thursday night. Bob and Carolann were both wearing red for the Chinese New Year. I was the one who had forgotten all about that directive I had handed out last week. Shame on me.
Bob brought an article from the Vancouver Sun he had cut out that was written by our long distance member, John Ireland. It was in the Travel section, entitled “An Urban Gypsy’s Travel Log”. We assume it first appeared in The Calgary Herald, where John said he was working. Nice to know he’s still out there somewhere.
All three other members at the meeting brought me a copy of Today’s Senior Newsmagazine so I could read Gemma’s poem “My Valentine Gift” that was in their February issue. It’s about Gemma in a rush to get home with Valentine treats for her dogs.
I read first, the final chapter in my novel, “Fire”. It is a scene showing Fiona at her office contemplating all that has happened over the past four days. Tanner arrives and readers are left knowing they will have an ongoing relationship. Mystery has been solved, arsonist and arsonist/murderer caught, and romance kindled. Now I guess I have to start a rewrite.
Margaret read of Peasly and Peacock being very unhappy and disgusted while looking for the brass button in excrement of the bird and dog. Meanwhile, Peabody finds the button in the pocket of his cardigan. When he tells Marie, she slams the door in his face. He then catches the coffin train to the cemetery, eventually finding Laura Bell’s grave where he leaves the button. But as he leaves the cemetery, a bird flies off with the button.
Carolann read a poem called “Winter”. It was inspired by Elaine’s poem about the angel of winter. But in Carolann’s, winter is a male angel, and she is telling him to be gone. A sentiment we can all share at this time of year, I’m sure. She said she had a Valentine poem she’ll read this week, that was written last year at this time with the beginning that was started here at a meeting by a group of us, but we couldn’t finish it. So we had challenged others to write their own version, and some did just that and the results are posted on our website. Carolann wroter her version, but hadn’t done anything with it. So now we’ll get to hear it.
Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 14th at 7:00 p.m., Valentine’s Day. So does your Muse love Chocolate? Mine just dreams about it. Hope to see you Thursday.
Lisa
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
THE REVIEW
WEATHER BLOCK
Only three stalwart writers made it to the meeting Thursday night. Bob and Margaret attended for the whole two hours, and Lynette showed up briefly to say hello and she dropped off some books. It was good to see her smiling face again. She says she thinks about us often, but just has too much on the go at the present time to attend. Elaine stayed home due to ice rain that was falling in her neck of the woods, and I think Carolann didn’t want to drive that night either. Amanda emailed that she was going to visit her mother.
Bob didn’t have anything to read, but told us about spending many hours watching a documentary about Dachau, a Nazi extermination camp during WWII.
Margaret read her next Peabody chapter. Marie goes to visit the gypsy/clairvoyant who lives in rather a posh residence. She wants to know where the brass button is. Claire, the gypsy, is well dressed and bejeweled as she reads from her crystal ball. She tells Marie the button is in an enclosure, and that Marie will receive a marriage proposal. Marie is excited as she harbours a love for Rev. Peabody. Marie then visits Peasly and Peacock to ask them to give the dog and the bird each a laxative.
I read Chapter 50 in my novel. This sees Cam trying to get information about Lucy or to visit her, to no avail. Because she is a victim of violence, she is prohibited from any visitors but her father. An ambulance arrives with Lucy’s brother Rick badly injured from crashing his truck when police were pursuing him. The cop who arrives with Rick is able to give Cam some information on Lucy. Later Miles and Tanner show up, and Tanner offers to take Cam in to see Lucy. Just one Chapter left to write.
Sure hope the weather warms up and stops being a threat to travel. And also hope winter weather hasn’t stopped anyone from writing. Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 7th, at 7:00 p.m. That is the Chinese New Year, and it is the year of The Rat. Come to the meeting wearing red to scare away evil spirits and bad fortune. If you want a new beginning, wear all new clothes head to toe. Hope to see you Thursday. KUNG HEI FAT CHOI!
Lisa
Only three stalwart writers made it to the meeting Thursday night. Bob and Margaret attended for the whole two hours, and Lynette showed up briefly to say hello and she dropped off some books. It was good to see her smiling face again. She says she thinks about us often, but just has too much on the go at the present time to attend. Elaine stayed home due to ice rain that was falling in her neck of the woods, and I think Carolann didn’t want to drive that night either. Amanda emailed that she was going to visit her mother.
Bob didn’t have anything to read, but told us about spending many hours watching a documentary about Dachau, a Nazi extermination camp during WWII.
Margaret read her next Peabody chapter. Marie goes to visit the gypsy/clairvoyant who lives in rather a posh residence. She wants to know where the brass button is. Claire, the gypsy, is well dressed and bejeweled as she reads from her crystal ball. She tells Marie the button is in an enclosure, and that Marie will receive a marriage proposal. Marie is excited as she harbours a love for Rev. Peabody. Marie then visits Peasly and Peacock to ask them to give the dog and the bird each a laxative.
I read Chapter 50 in my novel. This sees Cam trying to get information about Lucy or to visit her, to no avail. Because she is a victim of violence, she is prohibited from any visitors but her father. An ambulance arrives with Lucy’s brother Rick badly injured from crashing his truck when police were pursuing him. The cop who arrives with Rick is able to give Cam some information on Lucy. Later Miles and Tanner show up, and Tanner offers to take Cam in to see Lucy. Just one Chapter left to write.
Sure hope the weather warms up and stops being a threat to travel. And also hope winter weather hasn’t stopped anyone from writing. Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 7th, at 7:00 p.m. That is the Chinese New Year, and it is the year of The Rat. Come to the meeting wearing red to scare away evil spirits and bad fortune. If you want a new beginning, wear all new clothes head to toe. Hope to see you Thursday. KUNG HEI FAT CHOI!
Lisa
Sunday, January 27, 2008
THE REVIEW
WEEK OF THE FULL MOON
It was not a good week for some. Charlie Thompson had surgery for a new heart valve, but is recovering. Amanda was sick with an infection. And Ellie is without a driver’s licence at present. Best wishes from The Ram to all our members.
At our meeting Thursday night, I showed the other four who were present a recent issue of Woman’s World magazine that had a full 2 page article on Whistler. This is an American magazine, so I was surprised to see a Canadian destination in their travel section.
I read first, Chapter 49 of my novel. This is starting to wind things up and had all main characters together, tying up some loose ends and explaining some red herrings that had been placed in earlier chapters. Just 2 more chapters to go. I also read an article I had clipped from the Vancouver Sun, about Marjory Harris, a centenarian who has just published her 5th book. But she didn’t start writing till she was 90. Now that she’s losing her sight, she says she’ll dictate her next book into a tape recorder. No excuse for any of the rest of us now.
Elaine read next, an introspective poem about winter called “Mibahiah’s Song”. The name of this character refers to the angel of winter, and the poem ruminates on the quandary of how the seeming harshness of winter can also be beautiful and still bring with it the promise of spring because of this angel.
Margaret read her next Peabody chapter, “The Button Vanishes”. Peabody is getting ready to go to the cemetery, but then can’t find the brass button. He screams for Marie as he’s down on his hands and knees looking for it. She comes down in her nightdress and uses a term of endearment when asking what’s bothering him. She asks if Joey or Barker might have eaten it. Then she vacuums but still no button. She decides to pray for its return, but will also seek the help of a clairvoyant.
Carolann had written a children’s story, “The Toy Party”, which she read. A little girl goes to sleep, and while she’s sleeping her toys come out to play. It would be an enchanting story for children to hear.
Next meeting here at my place Thursday, January 31st at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see you then.
Lisa
It was not a good week for some. Charlie Thompson had surgery for a new heart valve, but is recovering. Amanda was sick with an infection. And Ellie is without a driver’s licence at present. Best wishes from The Ram to all our members.
At our meeting Thursday night, I showed the other four who were present a recent issue of Woman’s World magazine that had a full 2 page article on Whistler. This is an American magazine, so I was surprised to see a Canadian destination in their travel section.
I read first, Chapter 49 of my novel. This is starting to wind things up and had all main characters together, tying up some loose ends and explaining some red herrings that had been placed in earlier chapters. Just 2 more chapters to go. I also read an article I had clipped from the Vancouver Sun, about Marjory Harris, a centenarian who has just published her 5th book. But she didn’t start writing till she was 90. Now that she’s losing her sight, she says she’ll dictate her next book into a tape recorder. No excuse for any of the rest of us now.
Elaine read next, an introspective poem about winter called “Mibahiah’s Song”. The name of this character refers to the angel of winter, and the poem ruminates on the quandary of how the seeming harshness of winter can also be beautiful and still bring with it the promise of spring because of this angel.
Margaret read her next Peabody chapter, “The Button Vanishes”. Peabody is getting ready to go to the cemetery, but then can’t find the brass button. He screams for Marie as he’s down on his hands and knees looking for it. She comes down in her nightdress and uses a term of endearment when asking what’s bothering him. She asks if Joey or Barker might have eaten it. Then she vacuums but still no button. She decides to pray for its return, but will also seek the help of a clairvoyant.
Carolann had written a children’s story, “The Toy Party”, which she read. A little girl goes to sleep, and while she’s sleeping her toys come out to play. It would be an enchanting story for children to hear.
Next meeting here at my place Thursday, January 31st at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see you then.
Lisa
Sunday, January 20, 2008
THE REVIEW
RENEWAL
Sonny says if I’m going to post The Review on the blog site, then I have to start using more creative titles, preferably expressing some theme from each meeting. So, please help me with “theme-atics” each week because I really do find it easy to stay in the same old rut. Could really use some of John’s expertise with headlines here.
Thursday’s meeting was fantastic, with eight of us all eager to praise the Muse.
Bob read an article by Susan’s husband Chris, that appeared in the Canadian Geographic about the Trans Canada Highway ending at a dump in Newfoundland. Then he read more of his jewellery business history, telling about Flewwelling who started a factory in 1912 on West Hastings. One of their employees liked to hide a bottle of his favourite libation in the toilet tank so he could take a swig or two at regular intervals.
Margaret Florczak showed up after many, many months and I mistook her for someone else. I felt like such a dunce. My sincere apologies. Anyhow, Margaret is still taking English courses at SFU and had served on the editing board of their student journal. So, as both a writer and editor, she wrote a fascinating article called “Everything I Didn’t Want To Learn About Rejection . . .” She told of different types of rejection letters that writers receive, and also about the many different reasons for editors not accepting pieces of writing. We especially liked her skillful handling of both points of view.
Robin also attended on Thursday and brought a whimsical piece of prose called “Pendulum To Pizza”. He first spoke of Galileo and the pendulum of the clock, and then of a possible descendent in the Wild West, who learned to bake cakes while imprisoned and then later returned to Italy to bake pizza, in a leaning tower, no less.
Carolann read us her 32nd poem, called “Another Year”. It was in honour of her husband’s recent birthday after a year of ill health and by-pass surgery and recuperation.
Margaret Moffat read more of the Peabody saga. He is telling Peacock and Peasly about the button he bought from the gypsies. And he also tells them he wants to search for Laura Bell’s grave. He plans to take the coffin train from Necropolis Stn. To Brookwood Cemetery in Surrey, England, which was the world’s largest cemetery back then in 1935. Margaret also brought drawings she had made of the three Reverends. Amazing talent.
Ellie read some more of the girl who is betrothed, against her will, to Alvin. She bathes, and then dresses in beautiful clothes, aided by a maid who doesn’t speak to her. She is escorted to a dining room where Alvin awaits in the company of a young man. He introduces her to the young man, who is his nephew, to the nephew’s mother, and to a tall man in a hooded cloak. The latter is the Mage Solan, who has mesmerizing blue eyes.
Amanda had three items to read. The first piece was used on a card she gave to a friend who had just given birth to her fourth son. Entitled “Another Son”, it chronicles many things mothers of growing boys contend with and then asks her to treasure them as too soon the boys grow up and leave home. Her second reading included keen observations of mostly young people in a coffee shop, and these were very astute perceptions. And the third reading was a sensual and sensuous piece telling of a woman drinking wine at a party and her encounter with and then lingering desire for a man she meets.
I think it was Margaret Florczack who mentioned a contest for a short, short stories at the Writers’ Union of Canada. I don’t have any more information than that, but you can probably find more by looking up their website.
Next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, January 24th at 7:00 p.m. Love to see you then. Happy writing to you all in the meantime.
Lisa
Sonny says if I’m going to post The Review on the blog site, then I have to start using more creative titles, preferably expressing some theme from each meeting. So, please help me with “theme-atics” each week because I really do find it easy to stay in the same old rut. Could really use some of John’s expertise with headlines here.
Thursday’s meeting was fantastic, with eight of us all eager to praise the Muse.
Bob read an article by Susan’s husband Chris, that appeared in the Canadian Geographic about the Trans Canada Highway ending at a dump in Newfoundland. Then he read more of his jewellery business history, telling about Flewwelling who started a factory in 1912 on West Hastings. One of their employees liked to hide a bottle of his favourite libation in the toilet tank so he could take a swig or two at regular intervals.
Margaret Florczak showed up after many, many months and I mistook her for someone else. I felt like such a dunce. My sincere apologies. Anyhow, Margaret is still taking English courses at SFU and had served on the editing board of their student journal. So, as both a writer and editor, she wrote a fascinating article called “Everything I Didn’t Want To Learn About Rejection . . .” She told of different types of rejection letters that writers receive, and also about the many different reasons for editors not accepting pieces of writing. We especially liked her skillful handling of both points of view.
Robin also attended on Thursday and brought a whimsical piece of prose called “Pendulum To Pizza”. He first spoke of Galileo and the pendulum of the clock, and then of a possible descendent in the Wild West, who learned to bake cakes while imprisoned and then later returned to Italy to bake pizza, in a leaning tower, no less.
Carolann read us her 32nd poem, called “Another Year”. It was in honour of her husband’s recent birthday after a year of ill health and by-pass surgery and recuperation.
Margaret Moffat read more of the Peabody saga. He is telling Peacock and Peasly about the button he bought from the gypsies. And he also tells them he wants to search for Laura Bell’s grave. He plans to take the coffin train from Necropolis Stn. To Brookwood Cemetery in Surrey, England, which was the world’s largest cemetery back then in 1935. Margaret also brought drawings she had made of the three Reverends. Amazing talent.
Ellie read some more of the girl who is betrothed, against her will, to Alvin. She bathes, and then dresses in beautiful clothes, aided by a maid who doesn’t speak to her. She is escorted to a dining room where Alvin awaits in the company of a young man. He introduces her to the young man, who is his nephew, to the nephew’s mother, and to a tall man in a hooded cloak. The latter is the Mage Solan, who has mesmerizing blue eyes.
Amanda had three items to read. The first piece was used on a card she gave to a friend who had just given birth to her fourth son. Entitled “Another Son”, it chronicles many things mothers of growing boys contend with and then asks her to treasure them as too soon the boys grow up and leave home. Her second reading included keen observations of mostly young people in a coffee shop, and these were very astute perceptions. And the third reading was a sensual and sensuous piece telling of a woman drinking wine at a party and her encounter with and then lingering desire for a man she meets.
I think it was Margaret Florczack who mentioned a contest for a short, short stories at the Writers’ Union of Canada. I don’t have any more information than that, but you can probably find more by looking up their website.
Next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, January 24th at 7:00 p.m. Love to see you then. Happy writing to you all in the meantime.
Lisa
Saturday, January 12, 2008
THE RAM'S HEAD REVIEW
THE RAM’S HEAD REVIEW
January 12, 2008
Another year has dawned and empty pages beckon the Muse from its hibernation within us. Days are also getting longer and it’s time to rouse and let it be known “WE ARE WRITERS!”.
There were four of us here to read at Thursday’s meeting.
Bob started with a memoir, “Going Downtown” written in first person as the child who lived in Vancouver and experienced travelling downtown with his stepmother to have lunch, visit his Dad’s shop, visit the old Woodwards with its huge grocery floor and decorated windows, and to visit the PNE and watch the parade. Interesting depiction of another era in the life of Vancouver.
Margaret has started another on-going Peabody saga she calls “The Gypsy and The Button”. Peabody is alone one evening and visited by a Gypsy woman and her son who are selling odds and ends from a basket. The Rev. Peabody buys a brass button that looks familiar to him and phones his brother Mathew about it. (To be continued…)
Carolann read a piece that started as prose and ended in poetic form that she will read at the funeral of a neighbour who just recently passed away. Touching.
I read two letters. The first was from Nathaniel, in response to my query I had sent to an email address I found on a blog where he wrote about his writing and trying to find a publisher. We had no way of contacting him after he and his family left their home in Abbotsford last spring so it was wonderful to finally make contact again.
The second letter had been forward to me by Suan from a friend of theirs’ who decried the difficulty of finding a publisher for his two completed novels. In his research, he did learn that publishers of novels prefer writers have experience writing and getting short stories published first, before they will even think of putting into print a novel they have written. So he turned his hand to writing short stories, and much prefers them, and has had one accepted for publication by a Vancouver magazine. So there you have the other side of the story.
I then read Chapter 48 in my novel, which has Cam trying to staunch the flow of blood from Lucy’s stab wound, waiting for ambulance attendants to arrive. Their arrival coincides with that of two police officers who then start asking him questions in a threatening manner, but he is rescued when Tanner and his Mom arrive. He shows Tanner the journal Rick kept detailing the arson fires.
Carolann brought January’s issue of Senior Newsmagazine, in which she had one prose piece and one poem published. Also, two Christmas stories by Gemma were in the same issue. Our girls were on a roll!
Ellie was unable to attend as her son from Toronto was in town and she was having dinner with three of her four sons, always a special treat for her. Elaine emailed that it had been her birthday the day before and her children were coming to celebrate on Thursday, so she was unable to attend.
Next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, January 17th at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see you then whether you have writing of your own to read or not. It’s still important for us to support the ones who have written something, right? May communion with your Muse be long and deep, blessing or curse, as you so choose.
Lisa
January 12, 2008
Another year has dawned and empty pages beckon the Muse from its hibernation within us. Days are also getting longer and it’s time to rouse and let it be known “WE ARE WRITERS!”.
There were four of us here to read at Thursday’s meeting.
Bob started with a memoir, “Going Downtown” written in first person as the child who lived in Vancouver and experienced travelling downtown with his stepmother to have lunch, visit his Dad’s shop, visit the old Woodwards with its huge grocery floor and decorated windows, and to visit the PNE and watch the parade. Interesting depiction of another era in the life of Vancouver.
Margaret has started another on-going Peabody saga she calls “The Gypsy and The Button”. Peabody is alone one evening and visited by a Gypsy woman and her son who are selling odds and ends from a basket. The Rev. Peabody buys a brass button that looks familiar to him and phones his brother Mathew about it. (To be continued…)
Carolann read a piece that started as prose and ended in poetic form that she will read at the funeral of a neighbour who just recently passed away. Touching.
I read two letters. The first was from Nathaniel, in response to my query I had sent to an email address I found on a blog where he wrote about his writing and trying to find a publisher. We had no way of contacting him after he and his family left their home in Abbotsford last spring so it was wonderful to finally make contact again.
The second letter had been forward to me by Suan from a friend of theirs’ who decried the difficulty of finding a publisher for his two completed novels. In his research, he did learn that publishers of novels prefer writers have experience writing and getting short stories published first, before they will even think of putting into print a novel they have written. So he turned his hand to writing short stories, and much prefers them, and has had one accepted for publication by a Vancouver magazine. So there you have the other side of the story.
I then read Chapter 48 in my novel, which has Cam trying to staunch the flow of blood from Lucy’s stab wound, waiting for ambulance attendants to arrive. Their arrival coincides with that of two police officers who then start asking him questions in a threatening manner, but he is rescued when Tanner and his Mom arrive. He shows Tanner the journal Rick kept detailing the arson fires.
Carolann brought January’s issue of Senior Newsmagazine, in which she had one prose piece and one poem published. Also, two Christmas stories by Gemma were in the same issue. Our girls were on a roll!
Ellie was unable to attend as her son from Toronto was in town and she was having dinner with three of her four sons, always a special treat for her. Elaine emailed that it had been her birthday the day before and her children were coming to celebrate on Thursday, so she was unable to attend.
Next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, January 17th at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see you then whether you have writing of your own to read or not. It’s still important for us to support the ones who have written something, right? May communion with your Muse be long and deep, blessing or curse, as you so choose.
Lisa
Sunday, December 9, 2007
The Ram's Head Review Dec. 9, 2007
THE RAM’S HEAD REVIEW
December 9, 2007
Season’s Greetings to all the Rams. Four of us gathered here Thursday night even though Margaret and Bob were the only ones who had written anything. Bob’s wife Carole is recovering from surgery, and Bob is busy homemaking and caregiving. Elaine was occupied with an ailing family member. Amanda finds Xmas time so busy. No word from Carolann. Anyhow, those present did decide we will not have another meeting now until January, and free everyone for other pursuits for awhile.
Bob had one paragraph to read called “The Undertaker”. Jacoby Bros. used to buy old gold dental pieces from a man they assumed was an undertaker, and it was Bob’s job to remove unwanted foreign material and then test for karats.
Margaret showed Bob her ring given to her by her husband, and after scrutinizing it with the lens he carried in his pocket, Bob told her it had been manufactured by Jacoby Bros. Small world.
Ellie read more of the girl, Saria, finding her rooms in Alvin’s castle very luxurious, with fine tapestries, carpets and a large bed with curtains. When left alone she opens her trunk and finds several books she hadn’t packed herself. She hides them. Someone brings her a tray of food, and someone else lights the candles, and someone else brings her a bath. Yet nobody at all speaks to her.
Margaret reads a Peabody chapter called “The Last Rites of Riley”. Rev. Peabody has to give the rites for two men named Riley. Because Dalton Riley had caused him to lose his big toe, Peabody is unable to say anything nice about him. Then he highly praises the life of Farley Riley. But afterwards, we learn the coffins had been mixed up and Marie was told Peabody should be praised for criticising the life of Farley Riley, who was a murderer and had been in the first coffin. Marie didn’t tell Peabody the truth.
I read a nice email letter I received from Susan, detailing events since Declan was born. Lots of news.
Next meeting will be here in January, but haven’t decided yet whether it will be the 3rd or the 10th, as I’m not sure what my work schedule will be that first week. But I will let everyone know beforehand. In the meantime, hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and that The Muse is also an invited guest. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
Lisa
December 9, 2007
Season’s Greetings to all the Rams. Four of us gathered here Thursday night even though Margaret and Bob were the only ones who had written anything. Bob’s wife Carole is recovering from surgery, and Bob is busy homemaking and caregiving. Elaine was occupied with an ailing family member. Amanda finds Xmas time so busy. No word from Carolann. Anyhow, those present did decide we will not have another meeting now until January, and free everyone for other pursuits for awhile.
Bob had one paragraph to read called “The Undertaker”. Jacoby Bros. used to buy old gold dental pieces from a man they assumed was an undertaker, and it was Bob’s job to remove unwanted foreign material and then test for karats.
Margaret showed Bob her ring given to her by her husband, and after scrutinizing it with the lens he carried in his pocket, Bob told her it had been manufactured by Jacoby Bros. Small world.
Ellie read more of the girl, Saria, finding her rooms in Alvin’s castle very luxurious, with fine tapestries, carpets and a large bed with curtains. When left alone she opens her trunk and finds several books she hadn’t packed herself. She hides them. Someone brings her a tray of food, and someone else lights the candles, and someone else brings her a bath. Yet nobody at all speaks to her.
Margaret reads a Peabody chapter called “The Last Rites of Riley”. Rev. Peabody has to give the rites for two men named Riley. Because Dalton Riley had caused him to lose his big toe, Peabody is unable to say anything nice about him. Then he highly praises the life of Farley Riley. But afterwards, we learn the coffins had been mixed up and Marie was told Peabody should be praised for criticising the life of Farley Riley, who was a murderer and had been in the first coffin. Marie didn’t tell Peabody the truth.
I read a nice email letter I received from Susan, detailing events since Declan was born. Lots of news.
Next meeting will be here in January, but haven’t decided yet whether it will be the 3rd or the 10th, as I’m not sure what my work schedule will be that first week. But I will let everyone know beforehand. In the meantime, hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and that The Muse is also an invited guest. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
Lisa
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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
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
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