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Peeking Down Driveways

For once, I was ahead of things, a visionary, but like usual I didn’t do anything about it and now I’m just one of the pack.  I’ve had this title written on various notepaper scraps littering my house and on my lists of poems-to-be for years.  It was a favorite activity of my artist friend Kathy and I, peeking down the driveways of downtown homes to see if they had an old barn, carriage house, or outbuilding tucked away in the back.  Kathy was always on the lookout for something to paint and I am one of the best seconders around.  What I lack in initiative I make up in knowing when to say Yes! to something fun.   I was doing a little drawing at that point, but I was more interested in journaling and poetry, and our walks always brought on inspiration.  This was work, you know, going around looking for hidden objects, things that were pretty, outrageous, or that just tickled us. 

One of our more memorable trips was a drive around the area vineyards.  Kathy was looking for vistas but what we found was a dog, licking himself, laying in a patch of sun in front of a shady, tucked-away farm-house .  Yup, we said, it’s a good day.  Laying in the sun and licking yourself.  It can’t get much better than that.  And we were just about that happy, relishing being out in the beautiful day, the wind in our hair, doing something we loved.

Now, years later, my small city has declared that this is the year of the carriage house, that they will be sought out, studied, and photographed as part of our local heritage.  I can confidently say that they will find wonderful examples, and will come across many a good story to go along with them.  As for Kathy and me, we were just happy in the discovery, finding hidden treasures, and imaging those old buildings in their prime.

And now I finally get to use my title.  I am happy all over again.


July 9, 2010 at 4:38 pm Leave a comment

Found Things – Writing Prompt

Oh, it’s been too long, dear friends, and what jarred me out of my slump?  A quick dash this morning to the community dumpster with my little bag of refuse, I slid open the door and there was a crate of partially drunk bottles of liquor, ranging from Meyers Rum to a 15 year old bottle of scotch.  The crate was stamped with an exotic distillery name from a hot country, the bottles were a little dusty, with one upside down in the little space that was left.   What a find!  But what to do?  Cave in to dumpster diving, leave be, pour them out and recycle the bottles…some many options.  My head was spinning!

What it really did was get me thinking about my old writing circles, how the prompts we were given would stir up all kinds of stories, and the pleasure of listening to each woman’s version or experience.  There was always magic there, stories that seemed to flow together with a common theme over and above the prompt in front of us, the heads nodding in agreement, “yes, me too,” the circle becoming more intimate with each story. 

The writing circles were also we played with Found Things, after reading about this latest trend in the NY Times.  We all had fun gathering, hunting, and trying to catagorize our own Found Things.  I considered myself an expert, having been a long-time admirer of Pippi Longstocking and her adventures in Thing-Finding with her demure, sheltered neighbor children, Peter and Anika.   I was much more like Anika than I cared to admit (read: no fun), so studied hard to be Pippi Longstocking.  I have succeeded somewhat.

So now I offer up this Found Thing, this crate of liquor left as an offering in a dumpster, from someone who had to throw it away, but still saw value in it, we can see who will take it or not, or what other options anyone can come up with.  Share some of your stories with me, but keep them short. 

Thanks for playing.


April 1, 2010 at 5:08 am 4 comments

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