Her Thoughts Drifted - @Studio30Plus Writing Challenge

They met at a concert. Leonard Cohen was playing in Ottawa at the National Arts Centre. During the intermission they bumped into each other, their eyes locked and they smiled at their mutual and momentary clumsiness.

They each offered the other that typically Canadian apology of "I'm sorry". And then he asked her if he could get her a drink. In the space of a nanosecond she assessed his looks, his voice, his demeanour and tentatively uttered "Yes, please, vodka and lime juice."

The rest of the concert whizzed by as did the rest of the month during which time, one might say, he danced her to the end of love.

And then they travelled to Europe; sat next to each other on the plane and stared intently into each other's eyes until they landed at Heathrow.

She fell in love with England. They spent every day sightseeing. And every night lavishing one another with a thousand kisses deep, several times a night. "Halleluejah" she cried each night as their love making concluded.

After two weeks they returned to Canada. Both were sad to leave London but work called. On the weekend she invited him over for dinner. After a delicious repast one thing lead to another until they found each other in her bedroom. As their clothes fell quickly to the floor and they jumped into bed he did his best to excite her however her thoughts drifted putting the kibosh on their love making. "What's wrong" he delicately demanded. "You seem to be somewhere else."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I closed my eyes and was thinking of England."

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D

My Back Pages - November

I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav

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