Don's favorite vacation

At Tuesday night's writing group, we were given a prompt & had 6 minutes to write something on it. As I mentioned in yesterday's entry, Don spent almost half of his time looking through the journal jar, trying to find something he wanted to write on. He chose "My favorite vacation."

Today, when I was emptying the garbage can next to his computer, I found a piece of paper that had some writing on it, some numbers actually. It was the only piece of paper in there, the other stuff was pop cans & a bag from Big J's (fast food). I pulled the paper out to see if the numbers had any relevance. I opened it & it was Don's writing from Tuesday night.

Car trips have been a way of life for my vacations. Growing up we always went to new and different places, starting with Yellowstone/Tetons. Later I recall Seattle Worlds Fair, Disneyland, national parks, always a new spot. So I don't have one.

When my sister Wanda passed away & we were going through her stuff, I found my writing in her drawer. I had started writing a novel as a teenager & I threw it away. Wanda had dug it out of the garbage & put it in her drawer. I threw it away again.

I don't know that Don has written his life story. If so, I don't know where to find it. Now that I have "saved" this little scrap of Don's memories, I'll throw the paper away.

Editing

Last night Don & I went to the writing group. We are supposed to take something we have written to share, with copies for members of the group to follow along & critique. I took yesterday's blog entry. I had planned to make copies at the Citizen on the way through town, but we were a few minutes late & I did not do it.

I read my entry & was a little disappointed with the feedback, or maybe it was the lack of feedback. I realize they didn't have a hard copy to follow along. And the play on words is really from capitalization & the spelling of the words, which don't come through in reading it aloud. I thought about it off & on today. I made the corrections highlighted in lavender.

In the Weston Rural Route News this week (in the Preston Citizen), Bevy (Hart) wrote that Jay Schvaneveldt reported, "Three Gray Wolves were recently cited in the Pass of the Standing Rock."

I had read this (at least twice) and let it go. Why? I don't know. I printed the page out for the editors final approval & this sentence slammed into my consciousness. It was like I had never read it. First I thought, "Who is Three Gray Wolves? (Gray Wolves is capitalized, must be a name.) Are they a group? (Maybe like the new religion the 3Es & their leader BuggaBugga?) An Indian?" My next thought was, "What were they cited for? I don't remember hearing anything about something happening in Weston.

I told Nick about this today & he said his first thought was a music group, like Three Dog Night. We got a chuckle out of it.

We also had a writers prompt last night. We were given 6 minutes to write on a subject & then share it. Don took half of his time trying to pick out a subject to write on.