Introducing Jasper…

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If I had a super power it would be the ability to read dog’s minds. I would love to know what exactly Jasper was thinking when I took this photo.

Tucked into the corner of the black leather couch I had my iPhone aimed in his direction as he perched his long dangly King Charles Spaniel Cavalier legs over my mums resting arm as she attempted to have a nap. Above the sofa was my our little white terrier running along as if he were the night watchman on security rounds. Jasper looked up at him as if to say “…Nothing to report here sir”.

Jasper is the youngest of my canine siblings and isn’t as diligent to our security needs as his brother Ollie. Jasper is more inclined to stealthiness and has been labelled the family tea leaf. His favourite spot is the garden where he has many half-buried treasures. His second favourite spot is the corner of the aforementioned couch where he snores like a steam train roaring across old school England.

 

DailyPost: Going Obselete

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/going-obsolete/

Of all the technologies that have gone missing in your lifetime which one do you miss the most?

 

 

Somewhere deep in the early 1990s a brown cassette player sleeps happily between a Garfield mattress and Care Bear wall dreaming of the next adventure. A young brown eyed girl comes running into the sunlit room and whisks the handle into the air as she runs flying down the country lane into a forest bursting in Spring.

Deep within the tree’s and brush she sets the player down on a fallen tree as she and her friends gather around spilling cassette tapes across the forest floor. The first treasures in their musical journey. They throw her new tape “Alisha’s Attic: The Incidentals” into its heart and the player starts playing echoing through the leaves. The little girls sit in a circle singing and dancing along.

They thought summers would be like this forever.

R.I.P Tape Player

 

 

 

 

 

DP: Expectations

Expectation… a strong sense that something will happen.

When I wake up in the morning. I expect the sun to be shining through my window. I expect there to be a tram about 8am. I expect that the coffee shop will have my favourite bagel. I expect to have work on my desk. I expect to see certain people. I expect…

One day when it was raining and I mean really raining the tram that I expected to turn the corner on to the long narrow Miller Street decided to terminate at the depot. Although my house was 2 stops and a 10 minute walk – it was raining. So I pulled out my sleek black iPhone held it under my bag (to protect from the rain) and tentatively tapped the TramTracker icon… and the white circles rendered it dead. That was not what I expected. I was faced with a common dilemma experienced by West Prestonians – wait or walk. After waiting for an eternity (5 min) I decided to walk. When I finally got to my stoop, drowned rat and all, I went to pull out my house key which I expected to be in it’s little compartment next to my Myki card but alas it wasn’t there. That day was not how I expected to start my weekend.

Expectations shouldn’t be taken for granted. Just because we have a strong sense something will happen doesn’t mean it will. I realise, that it wasn’t necessarily a ‘bad day’, it was deemed bad because it hadn’t met my expectations.

With that in mind, I believe I owe an apology to ‘Rain’. What happened wasn’t her fault, I’ve portrayed her as a strong character in my ‘bad day’ even though that was one thing I had expected… the weatherman had forecast rain the day before.

 

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/great-expectations/

If I had a hammer….

If I had a hammer… well… I’d probably break a toe as soon as my clumsy fingers gripped it. Hammers, nails, drills… yeah, not really my cup of tea.

I remember one of my first “woodwork” class projects; we had to create a wooden-puppet-type-thing. The design aspect? Nailed it. I spent hours upon hours working out what it should like and how it should be. But when it came to cutting, sanding and shaping… You guessed it, I was at the back of the line of students eagerly trying to convince my best friend to do it for me. She didn’t. But a cute boy offered to do it for me. I was saved, and he would later become my first boyfriend.

Just like the lion, in the Wizard of Oz, all I craved is Courage.

So if I could learn any trade in the world, it’s this:

Carpentry –  *waits for the people who knows me to stop laughing* –  Seriously, I’d love to be able to wield a chainsaw and create shapes out of the forest (ironically, I’m against deforestation). I’d love to build something with my own two hands. Maybe a little cupboard for all my stuff, okay it might have to be a big cupboard. Or even better, perhaps I could create my own TARDIS.

Oh, If I had a hammer…

Inspired by http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/hammer/