Saturday, August 22, 2009

Wordzzle Saturday

Today's the big day for the first EVER Reston Friends Children's and Young Adults Used Book Sale. We'll open the doors at 10 a.m. today and 1 p.m. tomorrow. We'll restock until we run out of books, buyers, or time! For the guidelines, click here.

Now on to the Wordzzles. Because of the sale, Charly didn't get a chance to do one this week, and the blogger's is very short. But Kit is on target as usual and we FINALLY got another person playing! So thank you Kit and welcome A.K.H. (She's a little late on last week's but I thought I'd extend grace)!

So what is Wordzzle? Raven gives us 10 words (challenge), 5 words (mini), or you can use all 15 for a maxi. Our challenge is to use them in a somewhat coherent fashion to form a short story or paragraph.

The words for this week's ten word challenge: blind panic, apartment, fleas, soap operas, cajun cooking, free and easy, legal, sangria, public school, new. For the mini: class, calendar, keeping secrets, boring, fashion

Kit's:

In her own - delightful fashion,

an angelic smile - was seen..

It was a case of - keeping secrets,

that gave her eyes - a gleam..

For she knew she - was to impart,

inspired messages - to the human mind..

To assist all souls - who walk the earth,

in fulfilling their destiny - when it's their time.

Her thoughts to you - are often found,

as a whisper - upon a breeze..

Or perhaps in - a Spiritual class,

as you learn - it's your soulself, that you must please..

And, never will - you find this boring,

these teachings - that you hear..

As you'll feel - your Angel's presence,

for she's always - standing near.

So, mark your calendar - of life,

with days to - fulfill each dream..

May each and every - living moment,

be the essence of - life's theme..

The theme of wonder - and aspirations,

to become all - that' you're meant to be..

And lucky you - when you hear her say,

your soul - is now set free.

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The blogger's:

To preface this: I think my stories are getting way too long and the dragons agree, so when I looked at the words this week I was inspired to cram them all into one paragraph. How the heck I’m going to continue the story line after that is . . . well, that’s the fun of the Wordzzle.

This week Dr. Hill is in a blind panic. He’s found fleas in the apartment he rented for them in Spain where he’s the fall calendar guest lecturer on archeology at University of Granada. (Perhaps he’s running away from Louisa?) The panic causes him to drink sangria at a free and easy pace while he watches soap operas in Spanish in order to brush up on the language. Laila finds her new public school boring and has discovered a slightly less than legal Cajun cooking school that she attends instead of the class she is supposed to be in. But she’s good at keeping secrets, and it’s all the fashion to cook Cajun, so she persists. She found the cooking school by following the dragons’ advice about eating spicy things to make you more ferocious. It apparently keeps the fleas at bay as well.

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AKH's:

I'm a believer in keeping kids out of trouble, so I regularly go to the flea market they have Saturdays at the old barn down the road from us and look through some other generation'sheirlooms for charming toys, not-too-sharp but old-fashioned tools, and funky old clothes. Things like that. The staff is composed of volunteers from the town's historical society. They have great stories to tell about some of the items but the kids aren't all that interested in the shopping part and they prefer surprises, so they stay home with their mom. She's very tolerant of all this but just doesn't get as excited as the rest of us. Someone in this family got the calm gene. It was clearly recessive. Anyway, when I get home, usually relaxed from the fresh air on the walk, I clean up my finds and put them into these trunks we keep up in the attic. When the kids get rowdy we send them up there with a purpose and they'll hunt through the detritus to create their own, themed entertainment.

I'll say stuff like, "Josh, chill already! Go upstairs with your sister and put on a play. There's a new bonnet in the attic I think you'll both get a kick out of." The bonnet I had in mind was an old ratty velvety thing with big long ostrich feathers and bows everywhere. I found it the winter before last. You'd think some old, stuffy lady wore it to the opera - except that carefully centered on every bloody bow was a campaign button for the local dogcatcher. Some of them had pictures of the guy holding cute little dogs. Lots of them had hearts drawn on with silver ink. So maybe some old, batty lady wore it to her son's campaign to become dogcatcher. My daughter Josie loooves dogs and Josh would get a laugh out of its absurdity, so I bought it. Thirteen bucks. Worth every penny - it's been a hat, a basket, a mask, a hunchback's hump, and a disco ball. Not so old now. Jess does like that part - the performances.

One time last autumn I found a pristine Lone Ranger lunch box from the '50s and hadn't even opened it up to look inside when some greedy antique dealer snatched it OUT OF MY HAND and ran it off to the payment desk. Ugh. Hate those pushy types. I was flabbergasted but itwasn't like I had a personal stake in the matter - I don't collect lunch boxes or anything; I just thought it was a fun show - so I shrugged and let the box go. For my own amusement I stomped home (as if a thwarted villain) through the falling leaves muttering, "Who was that masked man?" I hoped it turned out to be full of dried-up snot. Or government documents marked CLASSIFIED - DIRECTOR - EYES ONLY with sections blacked out and it would freak the dealer out but would turn out - upon closer inspection and after frantic, sweaty, palpitating moments - to be a pile of mimeographed charts from some textbook interspersed with pages of amateur radio call-signs. Classic grade-school-maturity disinformation campaign. I'd feel vindicated. So at lunch that day I told Josh & Josie the classified bit as if it had really happened. Had them hook, line, and sinker for a good long while before I laughed and told them I'd made that last part up. Got hit with a few pillows, but they repeated the story to their friends. I've found some suspiciously phony papers in the attic since then.

My current favorite find, which the kids also love, is this '70s yearbook I found this spring. All hippies, every page, I swear. Peace signs and tie-dye shirts; the whole bit. Even on the teachers. We like flipping through to read the weird signatures and captions and to guess at what the heck was going through the administration's mind when they had it printed. Josh now wants to tie-dye everything he owns. We've indulged him here but his dress shirts are off-limits until AFTER he has worn them for an actual event. Never thought I'd have to say that out loud, but I did. Josie loves the long hair on the guys and uses the pictures of long-haired male teachers in the book to remind me that I could grow mine out some more. And more. And more. She wishes, but I'm nice about it. I'll pull one of my curls as straight as it will go and tell her, "OK - it's longer!" She likes that. I was a little kid in the '70s, so the whole hippie bit is pretty alien to me as well. The page of Senior Superlatives has categories like "Hairiest Chest/Legs" (yes, the legs winner was a girl), "Longest Trip" (from the photo, this wasn't exactly referring to road trips) and "Grooviest Van" (we do have a minivan with some crumpled wrappers, like the winner, but ours doesn't have shag carpet and lava lamps and beaded curtains and even the kids don't ask me to add these). One particularly memorable picture shows a group of half-naked, muddy kids doing some kind of rock worship deep in the forest. They were kneeling with their heads down in a circle around this one big rock; their hands were on each others' bare shoulders and bare backs; their butts were up in the air. Maybe they were looking for teeny-tiny 'shrooms. I hope they found some, because they don't look very comfortable in that position. The caption wasn't very helpful - "Junior class field trip to Albertson farm." Probably the yearbook editors goofed up or were goofed out when they put this page together. Could be "field trip" was code back then for 'shrooming, and Albertson was some specific drug. Or they could have been performing "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Dunno. So for this, like everything else I bring home, we make up stories.

Have to finish up today's shopping quickly. It's hot as all get-out today and is only going to get worse. More importantly, I have to hurry home because today is my wife's birthday and the kids are making lunch for all of us. Jess doesn't know it yet - I think - but I've been buying antiquey things for her too. I have a special trunk in the back corner of my workroom. Those old ladies may have been batty but they did a mean trade in silk and lace underwhatevers, and there are a few I can't wait to see on my Jessie. Not right away, of course. I have a nice pair of 14K earrings (also from my favorite shopping site) to give her at lunchtime, in front of the kids. But hopefully tonight Jess and I will make up our own stories with what's in her trunk, and maybe she'll get excited enough to make a few trips to the flea market herself - for my birthday.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie!


/kw

9 comments :

Dr.John said...

THis like going to three blogs in one.
Kit- Enjoyable poem. Poems with Raven's words aren't easy. Glad you did one.
Blogger- Very fine continuation of the story in only a paragraph. That must have hurt.I'm sure, given your creativity, you itched to spread it out and put in more detail.
Thanks
AKH- Aside from the fact those were last week's words and it was very long. It was an interesting story. Keep on writing.

Fandango said...

Kit- We dragons struggle every week to write a poem with the fifteen words so we salute you. Of course yours is better than ours but you only used 5 words instead ogf all fifteen.
Blogger- Wonderful and short. But still clear and moves the plot along. Loved it
AKH- Those are last week's words but then you knew that. It was awfully long. But then we are sure you knew that.
It was a very well written and interesting story.
Did we say it was long?

DawnTreader said...

Blogger - That was a remarkable change of writing style... It certainly sped things up, but if I were Dr Hill, I think I'd be a little worried about Laila taking advice from dragons. On the other hand, with his new drinking habits I suppose he might be talking to them himself. If he is going to continue being a parent, I think he'd better pull himself together.

Raven said...

Nice poem as always, Kit... Dr. Hill has an interesting life. Spain sounds good to me, even with fleas. Glad you shared our new participant from last week since I think a lot of people missed the contribution.

Hope the sale goes well.

Argent said...

@Kit - The poem was really good: I really admire those who can put these together.

@Blogger - don't worry about the length of the posts - they're really good, but kudos on the compactness of this week's entry.

@AKH - I think I commented on yours before and enjoyed it very much.

MommyWizdom said...

Oh fun, fun!! I loved all of them! I struggle with poetry - it was great! I loved the second story - you had me at "it's all the fashion to cook Cajun!" And the third one was very good - I had a tough time with those words!

Have a great week!

MommyWizdom

missshelbylynnebirmingham said...

I like how you used the words in a poem , I enjoyed your one paragraph and agree with Argent , to not worry about the length of your post.
I was happy to read AKH with words from las6t week cause I wasn't able to make the rounds last weekend.
We fight for computer time around here,(children are sleeping now I'm listening for updates on hurricane bill and going through wordzzles) I keep mine short cause it's all I got time to type in. I enjoyed the read.

CJ said...

Three great submissions to the wordzzle challenges.

Air said...

Glad you enjoyed it :-> I'm glad I found this challenge - have been looking for an excuse to write more.

I wrote my entry when I stumbled upon the challenge; when is it SUPPOSED to be turned in by?

BTW, it's AKM, not AKH. ;->

Thanks, all! I'll start on the next one (this week's???) soon.