Challenge #1 / Nancy Hatch: Write a Love Note (max 200 words) in any format, using at least five of the following nouns: Seven-11, scurvy, turnpike, flannel, Kilimanjaro, blizzard, applesauce, Tang, water buffalo, and hand-sanitizer.
I waited for him at the turnpike in a blizzard. Five years he’d been gone, I had no idea what to expect. He’d written sporadically; brief notes from Kilimanjaro, stories about eating water buffalo brought up from the camp below by the sherpas, essential food to ward off the scurvy. (Oh dear, I only have 46 words and I’m floundering!)
Challenge #2 / Paula Calhoun: Spend the day without the use of my right hand.
Just trying to remember not to use it didn’t work, I instinctively used it, so I had to strap it to my body.
It is a bad day to do this challenge; I have a 9am deadline and mucked about on yesterday, so I had to get to work early; up at 5am and typing with just my left hand. Just about impossible, I spent more time backspacing to correct typos than actually typing. (This post, thus far, has taken me the most part of an hour!)
Time for breakfast:
My usual morning sandwich is an elaborate affair; I am partial to that multi-layered feast I think of as a two-hander, a perfectly balanced and finely orchestrated meal:
Two slices of crusty bread (couldn’t slice it, couldn’t even untie the knot in the loaf’s plastic bag)
An unguent to keep the sarmie together; cream cheese, hummus or mayo (couldn’t open the jars)
Protein: some shaved ham or chicken (couldn’t shave my legs, never mind a ham)
Moisture and crunch: sliced tomato, sliced onion and shredded lettuce (hmphfff!)
Quite miserable by now, I stood and stared at my grocery shelves for something to prepare and eat with my left hand. The Weetbix box gave me a leery smirk. I knocked over the milk and made a big mess trying to wring out a wet cloth to clean it up.
It’s now 7.45am.
My feeling of helplessness and misery can best be described as abject.
I see that I have used couldn’t frequently in this post.
It’s going to be a hell of a long day… I’m not sure that I can do it.
Hats off to you Paula, you’ve got balls, Girlfriend.
I have no idea why this is in italics and can’t figure out how to fix it …