Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Three Word Wednesday #11

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. Don't spend too much time on it. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also write something using the same three words.

Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.

This week's words are:

The morning was cold. Frost sprinkled across the grass. My breath like smoke in front of my face. Steam coming off his bald head. Which sometimes made me laugh. But not this morning.

It was 7 AM. My first day out of school for the holidays. I didn't know much, but I knew there was no way on Earth I should be up this early. Unless it was to play Nintendo.

"Do you know how to use this?"
"No," I said in my most disgruntled 14-year-old voice.
"It's a post hole digger. You do it like this."

He began to demonstrate, driving the contraption into the ground. His flannel sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I always wondered if my arms would ever get to be as big as his.

"Here. Try it."
I gave it my most half-hearted effort. The ground was hard. The old wood handles cut into my hand.
"It's too hard," I whined.
Rolling his eyes, he uttered one of his favorite all-time phrases.
"What you gonna do when your ol' Dad's not around anymore?"
Sleep, I thought.

I was sure he was trying to teach me some kind of lesson, but I was much too cold and ill to know or care what it was.

"When you comin' home, son? I don't know when. But we'll get together then. You know we'll have a good time then..."


  1. We did use the same words, right?

    I loved it--beginning to sound like a broken record, Bone.

    Captures a snapshot of you and your Dad perfectly--better than a picture.

    Did you ever figure out what the lesson was, or if there was one? :-)

  2. A different take... nice job!

    I think he got the lesson Pia: the song pretty much says it all.

    P.S. No 3WW entry for me this week, but you can "not-so-secretly-secretly" check back and find I did post something. ;)

  3. thanks for visiting my blog! and Happy Thanksgiving...
    ok, smoke first and rolling ...

    The smoke I remember first was when it was rolling upward from my uncle's chair as he sat in my grandmother's house.

  4. The first hit of smoke came rolling up the hookah and sent me into orbit.

    OK, enough with the drug innuendos!!!

    Have a happy turkey day Bone!!!

  5. Or, how about The first hit sent up a puff of smoke after I rolled the joint. OK, I'm done. Stop putting up drug related words!!

  6. I feel like Pia, I'm starting to sound like a broken record. Another good one, pal.

  7. Pia: Yes, I believe we did. I like how you used "rolling." I thought about Rolling Stones, but then went in another direction.

    Thank you for the kind words.

    Traveling Chica: Thanks. That song gets me. Hope you're having a good trip.

    East of Oregon: I like how you phrased that.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.

    Carnealian: LOL Are you writing a story, or just recapping your day? ;-) Happy Thanksgiving, Carnealian.

    Heather B: Thanks, pal.

  8. Happy Thanksgiving, Bone...are you eating Taco Bell, or enjoying a real celebration? I hope it's a great one, no matter how you spend it :)!

  9. Post hole diggers are very hard to operate...even for an adult!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

    Why does he want to hold a rope underneath Woody Woodpecker in the Thanksgiving Day Parade?

  10. I have been trying to leave you a "happy Thanksgiving" comment

    Yes stop all those drug related words---too easy for me to use

    I liked the way I used "rolling" also--didn't want it to be obvious, and I think that would be a good invention

    Even rolling pies, though suitable for today, was too obvious

  11. Happy Thanksgiving Bone. Maybe you will enjoy some Turkey that has been seasoned with smoke?

    I'm know I'm not first, but just wanted to drop by. Now, I'd better get rolling!

    p.s. your story awoke some memories in me of my own Dad. Why, oh why, did he have to get us up so early all the time! He used to come home from night shift and wake us all up by grinding axes or shoveling snow. One day he scooped me out of bed to show me some deer raiding the garden. That was sweet.

  12. Jennifer: Haha. Well, I may eat Taco Bell for lunch. But I'll be fortunate enough to have some real food this evening.

    Renee: For the same reason you wanted to be in the crowd for the NKOTB Super Bowl halftime performance :)

    That Woody Woodpecker is such an instigator.

    Pia: The Pillsbury Doughboy float had a giant rolling pin on it. Did you see that? I should have written a Macy's story.

    Kyahgirl. I dunno. I always figured it must be in the Dad handbook or something. Oh, I love seeing deer. They are beautiful.

  13. If the turkey didn't work...try the box of wine!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

  14. Renee: Happy Thanksgiving to you as well, somewhat belatedly.

    Big Man: I read it. You really were in the mob, weren't you?