Stormy Saturday

I was supposed to go help spread landscaping gravel on the church flowerbeds this morning, but it’s been raining like God is being paid by the hour, so I didn’t do that. We lost power briefly, but here I am, just like a bad penny.

This has been a flowery week. On Thursday, friend and poet Jeannine Baumgartle gave me these beautiful chrysanthemums (my favorite flowers) in thanks of my helping her find an apartment for her son. Why did she give me the flowers rather than her son doing it? If you have to ask that question, you’ve never had a grown child living with you for an extended length of time. No matter how much you love them, you kind of want them to move out before it’s time for you to move in with them.

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Then I went to Louisville for lunch with Jane, where we talked about her setting up a blog. Exciting, no? Exciting, YES! I snappied some pictures of flowers in planters: some begonias and some pink cosmos. Both of these are also my favorite flowers.

We went to Java Brewing for coffee, as we always do, and found them taking all their signs down. A barista told me that the Java coffee houses are owned by two different sets of owners, and they decided to divvy their shops up. One bunch will still be Java and the other will be Vint. Java still has their own roasting facility here locally. Vint will source their roasted beans from Seattle and will also serve tea, ale and wine. Makes me sad that the place we’ve always hung out will be going all Starbucky.

Oh, well, things change, eh?

WRITING PROMPT: Write about a character who has made a habit of going to a certain place, and have that place change. How much change would be disturbing to that character? Would he or she be angry? sad? personally affronted? Would it be something that made it difficult or impossible for him or her to do what he or she does there? (Music piped into a library, for instance.) Would he or she go elsewhere or adapt?



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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