Tag: August 2019 Group Writing

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I came across this delightful short poem while searching for a Quote of the Day. Since it includes a cat and water, it seemed appropriate for the Group Writing theme of Raining Cats and Dogs. The final line of the poem contains a common phrase in use today, made popular by Shakespeare in The Merchant […]

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We keep acquiring cats at my house. The tally is currently four but destined to grow, as my youngest daughter frequently asks when she can get a kitten. Most people can just blow off this kind of request, but we’re different. We’re the crazy cat family.

My wife and I each had several cats growing up. My family named cats after spices: Cinnamon, Nutmeg, and my cat Curry, by far the dumbest cat I’ve ever seen. We got him from the neighbors across the street before he was weaned and consequently, the little Siamese guy would sit and suck on your shirt for hours. I once saw him climb to the top of a free-standing ladder in front of a second-story window, stare at his reflection, and begin shifting his bottom for a lunge.

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When the rain falls gently, soothing the leaves on trees, darkening the streets slowly, satisfying the thirst of eager flowers, I welcome those soft showers. But my experience with the “raining cats and dogs” variety of storms has been terrifying, and I could definitely do without them. Unfortunately, nature will have her way.

Three terrifying experiences that have never been duplicated came to mind when I thought of raining cats and dogs. The first was on a cross-country drive, and we were on a Texas highway. My husband drove one car and I drove the other, as we were in the process of moving from CA to MA. We amused ourselves by taking turns being in front, and to make sure I didn’t get sleepy, he would occasionally call me on my cellphone. (This was in 2006* when you couldn’t get arrested for using a cellphone while driving.)

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. QOTD: Don’t Smile

 

Oh, how I hated those words! Nothing so annoys a young kid in a fit of anger or sadness as being told “Don’t smile!” by one’s mom. It ranks right up there with “Now shake hands” or “Hug it out.”

Dag nabbit, no, I want to pout! I want to hold a grudge. I want to cry or complain. Maybe I could even get revenge! Maybe I could languish or indulge. Hey, I’m hurt, so the world owes me a bit of selfish time!

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I used to run out in the rain when I did more honest work. God’s mercy on the working man. Head back soaking up the welcoming cool. In the spring seeds need just a few drops to break the earth and reach toward the sun. Acres wake up and millions of invisible seeds swell and […]

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. ‘Behold, a Whirlwind of the Lord Is Gone Forth in Fury” (Jer. 23:19)

 

In the summer of 1975, I was a movie projectionist, and I’d just come off a long run of Clint Eastwood’s The Eiger Sanction on the upper east side of Manhattan. I grabbed a temp job showing Woody Allen’s Love and Death for two weeks, and a Times Square gig for a week of Rollerball. All the old guys took their vacations in the summer, and me and a union pal wanted to cut ourselves in on some of that great Jaws overtime, so one gray morning we set out to carpool together into the city, heading to the union hall for the weekly “shape up”, a cattle call where available jobs are claimed by seniority number.

My friend Jon drove a 1968 Plymouth Fury III convertible, a huge piece of iron that resembled a dark green aircraft carrier, a car that drank whole rivers-worth of Esso Extra and Super Shell. He’d owned the car since college and Fury was on its last legs.

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There are two major monthly Group Writing projects. One is the Quote of the Day project, managed by @vectorman. This is the other project, in which Ricochet members claim one day of the coming month to write on a proposed theme. This is an easy way to expose your writing to a general audience, with […]

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