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The Friday Drabble #17: A River Runs Through It


Holy rusted metal, Batman! You mean this blog is actually being updated again? And with a drabble?  Want to join me? Pen your own 100 word story, and tag it with “friday drabble”.  Share by linking to it in the comments and/or on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. Happy Drabbling!


 
Last year, my neighborhood purchased 200 adjacent acres to build a Water Park.

As the debate over the park’s attractions grew heated, the community schismed into two factions: Wave Pools versus Waterslides.

After we completed the plans, the entire Water Park consisted of the only thing everyone could agree on: an enormous Lazy River.

Unfortunately, the contractor we hired was as lazy as the Park’s sole attraction and the concrete quickly cracked and leaked, making our Lazy River inoperable after a mere six weeks of use.

Next year, we plan to open the biggest Skate Park east of the Mississppi!

This has been an OctoBloMoooo post.

This has been an OctoBloMoooo post.


Monday Morning Haiku #26

Almost a whole year.
When the hell will I get to
leave fracking Bahrain?

Bahrain_Road

I’ve been in Bahrain since September 2012 (well, aside from the 2.5 months that I was home recuperating from two herniated disks in my back). That means as of yesterday, I have been in (hot and humid) Bahrain for 10.5 out of the last 13 months. Completely and utterly ridiculous.

Luckily, it appears I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. We’re gearing up to our performance tests and once we pass those, it’s just a matter of closing out any outstanding punch-list items (hopefully from the comfort of my home office in North Carolina) with a few small trips back over here to take care of things that must be done in person. At least, that’s the plan. Over here, plans change daily, and almost never for the better, but I can always hope…

Oh, and regardless of the extent of the punch-list items, I get to travel home in 9 days (218 more hours!) to go attend my wife’s half-brother’s wedding. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to STAY at home, but any time spent back in the US with my oh-so-patient wife and kids seems like heaven at this point in time. Don’t get me wrong, Bahrain is a decent place (besides the unbelievable heat and humidity from April to November) but it’s been 3.5 months since I’ve seen my family, and that’s about 14 weeks too long. I’m ready to go, and pretty soon I’ll be counting in minutes rather than hours & days. Aw, heck, only 13,080 minutes to go!

 


This has been an OctoBloMoooo post.

This has been an OctoBloMoooo post.


Monday Morning Haiku #25

My girls grow quickly.
With long office days, I’ve lost
more than just an hour.

Yes, I’m cursing Daylight Saving Time this morning just like thousands of others across the country, but as my haiku this week indicates, there’s another place where I’ve lost even more time than our government-mandated clock-changing activity can suck away from me.

The last couple of weeks (and the next couple) have been pretty crazy, work-wise. I’m working lots of extra overtime to get some things completed by deadline for my latest project, which has severely cut into the time I’ve been able to spend with my family. Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but it also gives you a big old case of the blues. I’m hoping things settle down soon and I’m able to get back to my normal schedule, so I can play with the girls in the evenings rather than get home just in time to help put them to bed.  (I’m sure my wife wishes I’d get home earlier, too, so she’s not having to carry the entire parenting load for 15+ hours a day by herself.)


The Friday Drabble #16: Do Not Disturb

Whoa! Breaking radio silence for a drabble! Celebrate the end of a hiatus by penning your own 100 word story!  Link to it in the comments and/or on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. Happy Drabbling!


 

He scribbled into the volume on his lap, ignoring the cacophony of traffic rushing past his bench toward the freeway.

A shadow loomed over him momentarily.

“Whazzat? A story?” The bum, rancid and bloated inside layers of ratty clothing, settled beside him.

The man ignored his questioner, his hand a blur.

“Hey! What are you, deaf?” The bum poked the man, streaking graphite across the clean page.

The man raised his head. He regarded his tormentor and flipped through the book, located the desired spot, and gently erased a line of text.

The man, alone once more, resumed his chronicle.


Monday Morning Haiku #24

Oceans of java
The caffeine courses through me
Yet still I crave sleep

Need More Coffee!!!!


The Monday Morning Haiku #23

The streets seem smaller,
cozier, more familiar.
Happy to be home.


There’s something I really enjoy about returning from a trip overseas. With every step from baggage claim to my car, I shed worries and thoughts of work, my steps growing lighter and more energetic. I climb behind the wheel and on my drive home notice sights and street signs I normally take for granted. Everything clamors for my attention but nothing distracts me from the thoughts of finally returning home.

I pull into my driveway and cannot wait to get inside the house and wrap myself in a warm cocoon of familiarity, hugs, and loving words. Every time I return is better than the last. It almost makes me want to leave again just to get the feeling of returning home. Almost, but not quite. For now, I’ll just enjoy myself and spend my time with those I care about most in this world.


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