Wednesday 14.4.10.
Meeting began with the knowledge that our numbers were to be down owing to a dearth of appointments by those absent. The members present were David R., Robyn, Jo, Terry, Cath, and Vala.
Jo was the facilitator.
First up were Brags:
Jo has been awarded life membership in a US arm of Battling Bastards of Bataan. This happened because of a mysterious book that Jo decided to send to US. No research details available on it yet. But it is theirs to keep. It is called Bataan.
David has fallen foul of dentistry snails and has had trouble trying to do without the necessary improvements not being made in a good time. We agree with you, David.
David said he made contact with relatives on the week-end and had a good time.
Cath didn't go anywhere, but she changed a fuse. Good girl.
Vala had her first grandchild's photos to show, only two of them, she doesn't waste words, does Vala, and we saw a lovely boy.
Robyn still doing family history.
Terry has been collating poetry for chapbook.
Word of the Day:
Well, 'chapbook' raised a few guesses, it is actually, a book sold by a vendor, eons ago, who was called a chap. Fairy stories, etc. was sold, he travelled around.
David: Detente: Easing of hostility or stranied relations.
Avast: Nautical, stop, cease, hold fast.
Cathy: Denigrate: Blacken, slander.
Vala: Discussion re great grand-parent. Why are Aunts called 'Great' and not 'Grand'.
Robyn:Banal: So commonplace it lacks freshness, lack of taste.
Jejune: Dull, barren
Fatuous: smugness, inane.
Terry: Melanistic, darkness of colour, schonel? Anyone out there know what this is?
David and all discussed 'spit' and 'split'. Apparently some people get these two mixed up.
The homework was 'I drove into the petrol station'. Connect with three smells you like and three smells you hate. These were the results:
Terry: a poem called "Olfactory".
David: Read out last week's 'Eagle' poem, and then a poem 'On The Nose' for this week.
Discussion continued about rotten breaths and the smell of the middle of a fresh-baked loaf. David read about keeping love alive by using distance as a factor so it never goes stale. We agreed.
Jo didn't do homework. No one was game to smack a Bastard, either.
Cathy read out 'Sniff, Sniff', a true-to-life picture of a visit to a garage. Buying food and etc.
Robyn - 'A Stinking Day'.
All entries were exceptional.
Our exercise was to guess which words meant what in history. We didn't do well. Terry kept playing up, and he was presenting it.
Robyn was riding a horse in her seat...never mind, Rob. Things'll get better.
All sporting words next, mostly not known, so we all failed (well, not all).
A good afternoon set aside by mutual consent for a little getting together as a group of like-minded friends. Which was good for the soul. That was always a prime function of community clubs, don't you think? We discussed our home efforts, some of us are entering competitions or writing or learning different stuff.
The homework for next week is: While travelling on a train you overhear this mobile phone conversation: 'Has he gone, will he be back soon?' ..........'Good, you will be able to get in and get the things.'
Who is/are the person/s involved? What could have happened, what may happen, write your interpretation of events leading up to or following this.
