Friday, June 27, 2014

First Five Fragments for Friday

Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.

Out the door early this morning, to take my Outlander in for new tires. Slow wi-fi connection in the waiting area resulted in a couple of hours during which I allowed myself to sink into reading an actual paperback that I held in my hands. The book, Barbara Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, which I've actually been reading for a few weeks in very small snippets, is a lovely book to wander through. An enforced time to sit and disconnect makes for a really nice Friday morning, followed by a field trip to downtown St. Paul to see what's flooded. By the way, Fort Snelling State Park is closed due to flooding if you, like me, had any thoughts of meandering over there for a closer view of the water. Can't get past the front gate.

Here are today's fragments/prompts/random thoughts. Do with them what you will.

1. The most amusing email of today came from one of my friends who confessed to keeping the poems she is just starting to allow herself to write in a Tupperware cold-cut keeper that she bought at the one and only Tupperware party I've ever thrown. She said it holds 8 1/2 X 11-inch sheets of paper perfectly. No refrigeration required.

2. A conversation with a woman in the waiting room at Brausen's Auto Service served up stories of childhood visits to grandparents on Long Island, to a love for the ocean, and a dislike of how noisy our world has become. What childhood stories would you tell to a complete stranger?

3. Another conversation with a man at the lookout at Indian Mounds Park in St. Paul revealed memories of houses that used to get flooded every year, houses that crowded what is now filled with railroad tracks and industrial buildings. I also heard about the streets that used to run from Dayton's Bluff into St. Paul before the freeways discombobulated everything. I had gone there to look at how the Mississippi floodwaters are moving and left with pieces of history from this man who had just come from mowing his 92-year-old mother's lawn.

4. If I answered #2 above, I might share the childhood story of learning to shoot my dad's gun when we were up north, far from anyone who might get in the way. A 9mm Luger? Ruger? I don't know the difference, but it had a clip in the handle and I was a lousy shot. The cans Dad set up for me lived.

5. What we've harvested from our own garden this week for dinner: lettuce, basil, flat-leaf parsley. The basil smells amazing. What can you use out of your own back yard?

Happy Friday. If you come to the Twin Cities anytime soon, bring waders.