You hear someone call you. But it's early in the morning, on a Sunday and you're all snuggled up and cosy in your bed. So you ignore it, just for a bit. You don't hear any more. Still, you get up to check, you can't just lie in bed and be the evil daughter/ sister/ wife/ mother who ignores them when they call you. Likely it's just something silly, they want you to fetch something they could get for themselves. Out of bed, down the hall, there they are, watching TV. No catastrophe. You say " Good Morning." They answer back, yet it's an odd monotone, cheery "Good Morning". It looks like they have been replaced by an evil robot, again. However, this evil robot replacement is different from the last one. This one fetches for themselves, they even pick up after themselves, cook dinner, iron clothes, wash windows and offer you the last cookie rather than just eat it themselves. Could you really just let the story end this way?
Category: "Writing Exercises"
What do you write when you send flowers to a funeral? It would depend on how well you know the family or the deceased. People think about their own funeral now and then but you won't be there for that one (as far as we know). Have you ever sent sympathy flowers or mailed a sympathy card? What did you write, what might you write if it were someone you didn't know well versus what you would write if it were someone you knew but not a member of your own family?
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. -Kahil Gibran Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. -From a headstone in IrelandSample sympathy messages on Simple Sympathy
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
Spam is bottomless. Like the Tardis in Doctor Who, it is much larger on the inside than it is on the outside. If you found a bottle of spam washed up on the beach and you cautiously reached in your hand to see what you might pull out from inside of that bottomless bottle... Your hand would come out holding one piece of paper. Your hand would also be coated in a ton of debris, some of it sticky, some of it squishy and some of it might even be kind of tasty if you really, really want to try licking your fingers clean. What would it say on that piece of paper? Or does it say nothing at all, was it really just another useless tease of a sales tactic after all? Or does it have all the knowledge and secrets of the universe all on one small piece of simple white scrappy looking paper? With my luck it would all be there but in some weird code that never makes any sense no matter how I try to decipher it.
I'm taking part in the ProBlogger 31 Day Challenge to a Better Blog. On the second day, the assignment is to create a list post. Among the reasons for making a list post are readers who skim rather than read. I know about this type of reader as I do it a lot myself. So here is my list post: Weird/ Odd Art Forms I Like
- Assemblage Art
- Urban and Rural Exploration - Not sure it is really an art form but the photos are.
- Art Cars
- Pixel Art
- Glue Books - Basically, what used to be called scrapbooks before scrapbooks became so commercialized.
- Little People Photos
- Found and Recycled Art
- Mail Art
- Paper Cutting
- Shadow Sculpture
- Latte Art
- Field Art
From Stuart and
What If Wednesday:
“What if everyone spoke the same language?”