Journal one \ week 13

James the Pirate
Ding Dong the door bell sang! As the door opened James and his sister Addie cried,” trick or treat!” James was eight and his sister was five. The night was Halloween and the world was full of possibilities. James was dressed as a pirate and Addie was a fairy. James was tall for an eight year old and he loved pirates all kinds of pirates and today he was Jack Sparrow! It made James a little sad that it was only a fantasy.
The thing about Halloween is that it is a special day of year and sometimes just sometimes little boys and girls, if they wish especially hard then maybe, just maybe the wish comes true….
That night James retujavascript:void(0)rned to his room a pillow case full of Booty. As he got dressed in his striped pajamas he looked around his room decorated like a pirate’s cove. The bed was built into a pirates ship complete with mast and rob that could be climbed and wasn’t just for looking at. The lamp which his mother had made for him was a palm tree. The wall was painted with a scene of another ship in the distance and James who had a roll top desk (because all captains need a desk) that had been picked up a garage sale, along with a high back chair. James prize possession was a real hand scope that his father had bought him for his eighth birthday.
Climbing into bed James wished especially hard that he could see a real pirate and be at sea…

After a time James awoke to the sound of the sea and waves crashing around him; He could feel the sun beating on his legs and He sat on the wreckage of a ship. As he looked behind him he could see his room fading from view. The only exception was the telescope which had a note that read.
James-
Simply look through me and say the words. “home, home is where I wanna be home is the place for me!”

Looking around James saw the saw the in the distance was not actually heading away from him but heading his direction…

Journal Post 2 for week 11

7 or 8 things
Perogies
John hates them with a passion. His mother thinks that he really loves them but when he was a kid he used to get made fun of for eating “weird” food. He can’t bite into one without remembering what polish jokes.

Antiques
John loves to go to antique shows. Every year there is a antique fair down in Brainerd and without fail he takes three days off to go “find treasure”, with his mother. For the week following he tortures his family with tales of all the old crap he found.

Horses
John is mortally afraid of horses. When he was a kid he went to summer camp up North. One day while on a trail ride the saddle slipped and turned under the young man so that he was riding on the belly of the horse. Just being around them is enough to give him a nervous twitch.

Broccoli
John HATES the taste of broccoli! He almost gags any time that it is put in front of him. His, wife mother and even daughters make fun of the faces he makes while eating it.

Spiders
John dislikes killing spiders and often will take mercy on them by placing them behind a piece of furniture so that his wife will not demand their sacrifice.

Vinegar
John has an affinity for the taste of vinegar and other briny. He has since he was a child when he would get yelled at by his parents for drinking all the pickle juice or for sipping from the olives.

The Finger
Once when he was a kid John slammed his finger in a car door breaking it. It took several months to heal and it still aches from time to time. The scare that it left on his index finger is what he uses to tell left from right when he gets confused.

Week 11 journal 1

John a tall man, about six foot four, who easily weighs two hundred fifty pounds. His doctor once told him that he needs to lose weight and he honestly tries but it never seems to work. He trains and trains but never loses his middle. Last summer he started performing in triathlons but still the middle remained much to his chagrin. He often joked to his wife,”who needs a six pack when you have a keg!” John had a full shock of sandy brown hair and was clean shaven, except in the winter or when he was feeling lazy.

week 10 journal 2

By the time you read this I will have packed my bags,, gotten my passport, hired a taxi, and been driven to the airport. I will have boarded the plane to Italy and be somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.

journal 1 for week 10

While we had dinner my mother was complaining about her neighbor whose cat Josie is always shiting in her garden. These too have lived next to each other for ten years and they can’t stand each other, well for the most part they can’t stand each other. Just as are discussing the situation my mother starts cursing like a sailor.
Mother fuckin cat’s out there right now! I swear to god I am going to kill that no god for nothing vermin! I look out the window and laugh as the orange tabby is starting to take a dump on my mother’s lettuce. My mother gives me a look that would freeze hell over and jumps up from the table spilling her beer and knocking over the salt and pepper along with her chair.
Rushing to the door she pauses for just a moment to consider her choice of weapon, much the way a man going into battle might choose the best weapon for combat. Deciding quickly she picks up the umbrella and barrels out the door wielding the umbrella like a sword!
Moments after leaving the house my mother is in the garden but things are not going so well since it rained last night and the garden is all muddy. She must have chosen a poor spot to stand because and she reaches the cat she slips going face down in the mud the umbrella opening on impact. Scaring the shit out of the cat, causing it to leap at my mother as she hits the ground hard, “Oomph!”, back arched it is hissing at the top of its lungs, while digging all of its claws into her back.
I rush out the door into the garden being careful not to slip when just as my foot comes down the cat flies underneath tripping me. I fall face first into the mud crushing my mother zucchini. My mother looks up at me with a look that was so pitiful I had to laugh. She looked like she was going to hit me for a moment and then she started laughing as well…