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Wednesday, October 30, 2013
October 30th Challenge
it’s Christina –
day is it??? Oh that’s right, there’s been a giraffe invasion, not a camel
invasion. If you have a Facebook account, you know what I’m talking about. If
you don’t, then it’s too silly to bother you further.
daughter and one of her friends decided they were going to be cowgirls for
Halloween tomorrow. Nice easy costume. We have all the pieces. So I was getting
off easy this year, right? Wrong. Yes we have all the pieces, but not in our possession.
My daughter was borrowing my son’s cowboy hat, which his girlfriend was
supposed to bring over on Monday, but then couldn’t because of his mishap. Then
she was supposed to bring it over yesterday, but instead she drove my son to
class last night so he wouldn’t have to drive in the dark with his injured eye.
I’M NOT COMPLAINING about her doing these things. It was very sweet of her to
rearrange just about everything in her schedule to be able to be there for him,
but this does mean I have to drive down to my son’s house today to go get the
next piece of the puzzle that’s missing is the shirt my daughter wanted to
wear, a purple plaid number. She tore apart her room and all the laundry she
put in the basement looking for the thing. Then, out of frustration, she asked
if I thought her sister took the shirt with her to college. Since I can’t keep
track of my own things, I had no idea. I shrugged and sent a text to my other
daughter. Yup, you guessed it. The shirt is in Vermont. Now other than my forty
minute ride to my son’s house today, I have a trip to Kohl’s on my “to do”
list. Well, at least I know where my cowboy boots are…
I am going to have my second cup of coffee, take a quick shower and get my day
rolling. I hope you have a fantastic day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge
was (this is the challenge I offered as homework while I was covering the class
for Keith, but the group mutinied and would not do it):
Write you own obituary
Christina, just like she always said
she would do, left this Earth on the anniversary of her birth. She would say, “This
way I’m not messing up anyone’s day but my own.” In life Christina wore many
hats. She was a mom, a wife, a coach, a writer and a friend. Although she never
conquered her stage freight, she sang in her church choir on Sundays. She
enjoyed music, baking, cooking, reading, writing, painting, and playing silly
games on her computer, but most of all, she enjoyed spending time with her
family. She left this world with a messy house, dishes in the sink and laundry
to be done, but a freezer stocked with meals to get her family through the next
millennium and her final story completed and submitted to her publisher.
There will be no wake or funeral for
Christina, however, on June 23rd, all who knew her, are asked to participate
in a celebration of her life. She wanted a “good old fashioned Irish funeral”. We
ask that you bring photos and stories to share; the good, the bad, and
undoubtedly the irreverent. Christina has asked for her ashes to be scattered
in the places she loved and the ones she never had a chance to visit while she
was alive. Please take whatever money you would have used for flowers and spend it on doing something fun with your family.
Okay, I really don’t see what the big
deal was about writing your own obituary. This has been used as a creative
writing assignment in colleges forEVER. I remember doing it when I was in
college, and that was over twenty-five years ago. It didn’t kill me then, and I
seriously doubt it is going to kill me now, and if it does, I have until April
1st anyway. I don’t see it as a negative thing; I see it as a
reflection of how we see ourselves and how we hope to be remembered. If there
is a disparity from how we are to how we want to be, we recognize it and can
work to fix it before it is too late. Think Scrooge, not Grim Reaper. Whatever,
to each their own. I hope some of you took up my challenge.
Next Challenge is:
Start your story with: It’s Mischief Night and you’ll never
believe what my friends have planned.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.