Category Archive:I wanna go home!

Granny and Paps

January 19th, 2013 / Categories: I wanna go home!, Velvet Verbosity, words / 4 Comments »

Granny smiled. “I love seein them younguns rip and tear along, Daddy.”

Granny always called Paps Daddy. He loved it.

“She’s the only one who can call me that,” he’d tell us.

We called him Paps.

The sparkle seemed to go right out of Granny the day we lost Paps. Then she began talking to him like he was still here. She’d whisper in that secret way they shared.

Before he was gone.

Secret things only she could hear. “Oh. I do love you, Daddy, I do.”

She rocked.

Smiled again.

There on the porch all alone.

Alone with Paps.


Photo credit: Universal Pops / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
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Velvert Verbosity has not lost her sparkle . . . she’s been busy and going through some challenging times, but she still shines. Our challenge this week is SPARKLE.

Moving to Alaska

December 8th, 2012 / Categories: Alaska, Family, I wanna go home!, trifecta, words / 13 Comments »

Longest flight ever. Our first. I sat sandwiched in between an 8 year old bubbling with excitement and a 3 year old sobbing because she’d left her beloved blankie behind. Long day ahead.
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for the Trifecta weekend challenge: This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt. We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either “cheap flights,” “sandwiched in” or “spectacularly clean.” This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose). And yes, we reserve the right to call your mothers and former lovers to ask for verification on your tales.

True story – first plane ride for all three of us – coming to Alaska to join hubbymoose/daddymoose who had come ahead by 2 weeks. There have been better flights since.

Angela

September 16th, 2012 / Categories: Hear Me, I wanna go home!, sad, talkin' to mahself, words / 3 Comments »

What are you looking for, Angela? Stop – stop and look at me. I’ll help you find it.

You can’t help me. Nobody can help me.

Angela rocked in the seat he’d chosen for her. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked, rocked, rocked to an inner beat.

Angela, you’re safe here. Nobody here will hurt you. We’ll help you find what you’re looking for. Can you believe that? Can you see that I am telling you the truth?

Sobs burst through her tight lips.

I’m looking for ME! I can’t stop looking or the pieces will all blow away!

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My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

Lance and LeeRoy, with the help of the newly turned 8 year old “Goose” (Happy birthday!) have chosen a Counting Crows song, Come Around, this week. These are the words I came up with . . . where are yours?

Puppy Alert

September 6th, 2012 / Categories: haiku, I wanna go home!, Moose Nuggets, Moosin Around, poetry / 3 Comments »


Bring in the puppies
Batten down the hatches quick
Winds surge through Kenai

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It’s Friday Haiku with Lou. While not hurricane weather by Louisiana standards, Alaska has been experiencing some extreme winds over the past two weeks. We’ve had gusts in the 45mph range here in Kenai. Up in Anchorage on the hillside there were winds clocked at over 125 mph. Lots of downed trees and loss of power situations. It’s time to tie down everything that is loose – including the puppies.
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VV Road Trip

August 31st, 2012 / Categories: Family, I wanna go home!, Moose Nuggets, Velvet Verbosity, words / 4 Comments »

Ready, Mama?

I’m ready, Sonny. How ‘bout you, boy? You ready for the road trip?

Sure, Mama. Let me get your valise.

Don’t forget the picnic basket, Sonny. You know we get fainty when travelin’. Careful. Don’t break the pickle jar.

I’ll be careful, Mama. Mind your step, now. Step here on the running board. I’ll help you up.

Where’s my hanky? It’s hot today. Sad we had to come home to bury Uncle Samson, but good to see ever’one.

How much longer, Sonny? Are we near there yet?

Soon, Mama, soon. Set yourself back now and enjoy the ride.
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VV’s 100 word challenge this week was “Road Trip.” I like it so much that I not only wrote this piece, but chose to write haiku with Lou using the same phrase. Two different stories, though.

I love to just pick up and head out the door for a road trip. When I had my motorcycle it would take me 72 miles to get to work . . . 4 miles away. (I sometimes ended up 100 plus miles away from home and had to call family to let them know I was okay. Trust me – I was OK!)

These are my 100 words – where are yours?

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