Sunday, November 28, 2010

Sunday Scribblings~#243 Antidote

It's early a.m.
Having to drag myself
out of the bed unwillingly,
I shower, and
get dressed quickly.

Then I head down the street
to the local coffee joint.

My day cannot be start

without a cup of Joe!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Scribblings~#240 Friction

Do not know why, but the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt, was Oprah show where Gayle and Oprah took their latest trip together and went camping.

The word camping has so many different elements that remind me of friction.

Trying to start a fire from scratch by rubbing sticks together through the use of friction, in hopes that a spark will manifest itself and voila, fire.

I went camping when I was younger with my seventh grade class and I remember the friction that started between people when we tried to put our tents up. The seasoned campers became utterly frustrated that the rookies couldn't seem to get the concept enough to get the tent in standing position and well it took longer than it was suppose to.

Storage of food always seemed to set off friction as well. One incident that I remember vividly was a girl who was in a tent next to us would eat candy bars late in the night and would not finish them. Instead of wrapping them up and sealing them in a bag, she always managed to leave them on the floor of her tent. We woke up one morning to three tents in a row full of ants because of her carelessness.

The loud playing of music, fighting over the showers and activities that were required of us were a great source of friction.

In writing this I wonder, did the friction seem more than it really was, because we were in seventh grade? Middle school age? A whole another topic for friction within itself.

See more Sunday Scribblings about friction here.