Writerly Wednesday – Dragon and Deer and Butter – Oh Flies!

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“Whaszat, mama!” Abby called excitedly and scampered away before I had a chance to answer let alone see what it was she was talking about. We were visiting a small petting zoo and she was thrilled by everything that met her blue eyes. My heart quickened as I momentarily lost sight of her among the other visitors.

I moved quickly through a group of people next to the deer enclosure. A heavy exhale rushed through my lips as I breathed a sigh of relief. Abby was kneeling on a rock, my little angel dressed in blue. A golden curl gently fell against her cheek as she leaned forward.

“What are you looking at, Abby?” I asked as I stood beside the rock and gently tousled the curls at her neck.


I leaned forward and followed her pointing finger. Blades of bright green grass poked through the fence and brushed against the cold, grey boulder. I squinted; trying to focus my vision on whatever had grasped my daughter’s attention. A small movement caught my eye; the camouflaged insect was suddenly revealed. A green body with large transparent wings clung to a single blade.

“The dragonfly?” I looked back at Abby.

Her blue eyes widened with excitement, her dimples made deeper by the grin on her sweet face. “Zere’s dragons at da zoo?”

I laughed. “No, sweetie, a dragon-fly.”

“Yes, mama dragons fly, and zey breaze fire, too.” She sat back on her knees, curled her hands up at her chest, and hissed as though to imitate a dragon breathing fire.

I laughed again. “Come, Abby. Let’s go see the deer.”

“Deer flies?” Abby grabbed my hand and jumped down from the rock.

“No, just deer.”

“Whaz deer-flies?”

“A bug.”

“Santa has bugs?”

I stopped and looked down at Abby. Her eyes were wide with so many questions.

“No, honey, his deer – fly.”

She smiled. “Yes, so we go see da deer-flies.”

I shook my head and towed Abby along.

“And zhen, maybe we see da butter-flies?” Abby’s little voice piped up. I bit my lower lip; it was all I could do to keep from laughing.

Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-2242016.

Unrelenting Earworm

Have you ever woken up with a song in your head? Not just any song, like from the movie you watched the night before, but a song you haven’t thought of or heard in years. A song that may have been sung by someone you listened to as a kid or teen. Or worse, a song you hated.

This morning it happened to me and this one really takes the cake (or at least for the time being until the next time around).

Warning: if you are of a certain age (and have heard the song) the mere mentioning of the title may evoke an earworm.

Without further ado the song in question was: Da Doo Ron Ron – the Shaun Cassidy version.

I remember watching the Hardy Boys and loving Shaun Cassidy and when I found out that he sung, I remember getting his album. I’m pretty sure that I liked the song in question too at one time, but not as an earworm.

I am happy to say that once I got to work the earworm went away until now. Now it’s in my head again and I can only hope it doesn’t continue when I go to bed.

For your listening pleasure (or not) a live version:


Absent Minded Me

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I have been accused of being absent minded by many people – teachers, family, and I admit it’s true. I can focus for hours on some tasks, not thinking about anything else until what I’m working on is completed. At the same time, if a task is mundane or easy, my mind will wander in many different directions. It might head off into the near future, planning and preparing for something else that I have to do; the distant past as I suddenly remember something; or more often into story-land where present and future characters begin telling me their stories at usually the most inopportune times. Usually when my mind wanders I misplace things, or forget mid-sentence what I was talking about. Last week, however, takes the cake.

So, last week I went to bed, like I do every night. Then, like I do every morning, I got up. I did a quick search for my glasses in the usual places, like my night stand or dresser. They weren’t there. Just to briefly explain something before I continue. My house is pretty old and my and my husband’s bedroom isn’t very bright. It has sloped ceilings and one small window. The  window is closer to the floor as it is on the straight part of the wall which is only about four feet or so high before it slopes. Now, back to my story. I headed into the washroom, a much brighter room, where my husband was brushing his teeth and all of a sudden there were my glasses – on my face. I could see the edges of the frame in the brighter light. What!! Yup, somehow my glasses were on my face. I had no idea how they got there. I certainly didn’t find them when I was searching for them and put them on. I asked my husband, who had been talking to me before I got out of bed, if he noticed my glasses on my face. He said he hadn’t paid much attention. So my conclusion is that I went to bed with my glasses on. Since I sleep mostly on my back, I didn’t feel them. And if and when I did sleep on my side, I was too asleep to notice. Besides, I have caught myself climbing into bed a couple of times with my glasses on.

So, does anyone else want to admit they’ve done something similar? And yes, I probably would lose my head if it wasn’t attached or at least temporarily.

My Daughter has a Green Thumb…. Maybe!

20140705_141139My 22 year-old daughter has decided to plant a vegetable garden. She has never really showed much of an interest in gardening before, so I am happy she is trying something new. Last weekend we (hubby, daughter, son & myself) stopped at a Canadian Tire store for her to make some purchases. She was rather like a small child confronted by a large table of food, where the eyes are too big for the stomach. In her case it was more like her eyes were too big for her “green thumb” (the case is still out on the green thumb statement).  While the intent was for her too pick up a few packages of vegetable seeds she was suddenly bombarded by flower seeds and bulbs as well. She sorted through the numerous packages.

Daughter (holding up a bag of Dahlia bulbs): “These are pretty, can I plant these?”

Me: “You’ll have to dig them up in the winter.”

Daughter: “What?” She turned the bag over and read that they were not winter hardy. She continued to grab other bags of bulbs only to find that none of the bulbs were winter hardy.

I left her to her seed hunting business while I moved on to other parts of the store. While looking for something else I came across a “garden gift bag”.  It contained a pot, three different types of flowering bulbs, and dirt. The idea is to layer the bulbs in three different layers inside the pot. The result being 8 to 10 weeks of flowers – easy peasy! I grabbed the bag and searched the store for the rest of my family.

Me (handing my daughter the garden bag): “Here!”

Daughter: “What’s this?”

Me: “Flower bulbs. You just plant them in layers and you will have flowers for up to ten weeks.”

Daughter: “I don’t understand.”

Me (showing her the illustration on the tag on the outside of the bag): “Look!”

Hubby: “It’s idiot proof.”

Daughter (confused): “I still don’t get it.”

We laughed, shook our heads and proceeded to the checkout.

A week later and my daughter has her small 4′ x 4′ container garden planted outside (she had to encircle it with a chicken wire fence which she constructed herself to keep the dog out) and has started other seeds inside a small greenhouse type container in the house. Unfortunately, I did not notice that she had purchased tomato seeds and pepper seeds. I told her it’s likely a little too late for those but she planted them anyway. I give her credit for her perseverance. As for the green thumbs it’s still too early to tell, but I’ll let you know. Oh! And the bulbs? – she figured it out (she really is smart) and bought a nicer container than the one that they came with. I’ll let you know about those, too!

The Elusive Maycept?!

As May rolls around I am reminded of a question my daughter asked my husband and I many years ago. She was about ten years old (give or take a year). The four of us were traveling in the car to who-knows-where when her inquisitive voice piped up from the back seat.

Daughter: Mom, what’s a maycept?

Me: A what?

Daughter: A maycept,

I turned to my husband: What is she talking about?

Hubby: What do you mean?

Daughter: A maycept, what’s a maycept?

Me: I don’t know what you mean.

Daughter, sounding a little exasperated: The sign we just passed. It was yellow with a picture that kind of looked like a turtle and it said maycept.

Hubby and I laughed are heads off while daughter and her younger brother sat quietly and were quiet puzzled, I’m sure.

Me (once laughter was contained): It’s a turtle crossing sign warning drivers to be careful of turtles crossing the road between the months of May to September – May-Sept.

Daughter: Oooohhh! Now I get it. (This may or may not have been what she said. I don’t remember, we were probably still laughing).

Me: That was good. I’m sure I’ll remember that one – Maycept! (shaking my head)

Out of the mouths of babes


This isn’t exactly the sign. I think the one she saw is more May-Sept (with a hyphen instead of an arrow). I also believe the turtle might be a little more abstract.

If you have young children write down the precious and funny things they say and do. I wish I had thought of doing that years ago, because boy I’d have a lot to blog about. 🙂 Time waits for no one so enjoy those funny family moments.


Excerpts from Mom – 1

I love my mother. She is funny, but not always intentionally. Most of the time it’s because she half-listens to conversations. Because of this, her contributions to the topic at hand isn’t always on point. For example: She just stopped by to ask if I would join her for a spa treatment next Thursday (she won a treatment and can bring a couple of people). download (7)

Me: “I’m not sure. My employer and I are discussing my hours next week, so I might have to work. She said that now that May is coming we’ll be getting busier.” (My job is seasonal so in the winter I only work two days a week.)

Mom: “Who’s May?”

Me with narrowed eyes: “The month of May!”

Mom: “Oh!” and she starts to laugh

Me to my daughter: “Now you know where you get it from.”

We all had a good laugh. My mom even slapped her knees. I told her thanks for the idea and that I would entitle it Excerpts from Mom. Notice I put the number “1” in front of it. She is sure to give me more.

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