My goodness it has been a while, a whole week, in fact. Work has been a beast and all I've done is come home, walk and sit and watch British mysteries. I've was simply brain dead by the time I got home each night. I crocheted a lot.
On Tuesday, some intellectually challenged soul decided to mail letters to 1600 participants to tell them if we found them not reporting income we would be dropping them and if they had any unreported income they should come in and submit the attached withdrawal form. Imagine a program with elderly, handicapped, and intellectually stunted people as well as those who have a reasonable intelligence. What do you think happened? Back to back calls for two day and God knows what Monday will bring. It was horrendous.
I have been walking roughly a mile and a half now, if you've been watching on my Facebook and G+ pages. This morning it took me 45 minutes. I dawdled a bit. I've shot several videos about my walks. Really walking in an old cemetery is awesome. I've learned a lot of things about cemeteries, tombstones, symbols of death, and social status. It just has continued to surprise and entertain me.
Today was my local writer's group meeting. We had a really good time I think. We had a writing exercise that worked out quite well. I brought three old photos that I found online and we had to choose one to write about. I chose two of them, which was cheating a bit. Everyone did very well with their story and hearing the different perspectives was really interesting. Everyone saw something different.
Here's the photo I choose: http://www.flickr.com/photos/addie-b/7359602126/
Here's the story that came with it.
Harry and Maude
Harry smiled across the table at Maude as she told him about her
shopping trip the day before. He hated shopping but Maude loved it and
he loved hearing her talk, about anything, the price of eggs, the
spoiled milk in the baby's bottle, the weather.
“I tell you, Maude, you should not go into that market alone. I
don't trust those men with the funny hats. They're bound to be up to
no good.” Winnie moved a glass and brushed crumbs off the table.
“Harry, you should go with her.”
“Nonsense, sweetheart. Maude can charm the birds from the trees.
She's perfectly fine on her own. Besides, I had to take that
paperwork down to the Judge. He's been out of town for weeks.”
Maude sat silent, smiling at Harry. Beneath e the table she
stretched and rubbed his leg with her foot. He blushed and moved his
leg. “I think I wouldn't have got much shopping done if Harry had
been along, Mother. He's far too much of a distraction for me.”
“Hush child.” Harry chuckled and winked at her.
Winnie got up and began to clear the table. “Well, I'm still not
convinced a fellow who wears a turban and long skirts is to be
trusted. They have most unpleasant faces and I'm sure they're just
waiting to drag decent women into an alley.”
“Mama, do be quiet.” Maude leaned forward and glared. “The
servants will hear you.”
“Don't care if they do.” She picked up her tray and started
for the kitchen. “Uncivilized heathens, gadding about in the
streets. Makes me terribly uncomfortable.”
She left them and silence lay thick at the mist that had rolled in
from the mountains. The sun slanted across the balcony, casting harsh
shadows. Branches from a nearby tree shaded Harry's face and he
frowned. “It can be dangerous, Maude. You should take someone out
with you. I didn't know you intended to go on your own.”
Her laughter dance out onto the air and his heart seemed to speed
up. “Darling, I am perfectly fine. No one is going to hurt me.”
“That woman three weeks ago...”
“Was in a terrible part of town, Harry. She should have known
better than to go there. I'm sure she must have gotten lost.”
“It was bad, Maude. I spoke with the constable.”
She rose and moved around the table, leaned down to kiss his
cheek. “I'm not going walking in the back alleys of the bazaar,
Harry. I promise. Beside, who'd bother the wife of the ambassador's
He watched her go into the house and then turned to stare out at
the forest a dozen feet away. He didn't want to answer that.
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