Saturday Wordzzle # 47

The idea is, every week Raven (View From Raven's Nest) gives you between 8 and 10 words/phrases and you have to create a small but coherent paragraph using every one of them and the same with the mini challenge. You can do either, both or a megawordzzle using all the words, or even all three, it's up to you, you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven. If you join in go to Raven's and put your name on the Mr. Linky so other participants can come visit you.


Here's my efforts complete with my doodles.



This weeks10 Word Challenge is: air tight seal, bitter cold, draft card, diner, paragon of virtue, broken computer monitor, CPR, a love of folk music, scatter-brained, can of worms

Monica sat in the office of the diner, where the door provided an almost air tight seal against the bitter cold draughts that were blowing in each time someone entered. Ever since old Tom had collapsed a couple of weeks ago she had decided she had to learn CPR and she wanted to search the internet to find how to go about it. Staring at the broken computer monitor she wished her son was here, he’d know how to mend it, there was no way she was trying to fix it that would be like opening a can of worms. Unfortunately her son’s draft card had arrived and he was away on training. Her son was a paragon of virtue, with a love of folk music and a bit scatter-brained but she loved him and was worried about him, another reason to get the computer fixed, so she could receive his regular emails.



Mini challenge: California here I come, Springtime in Alberta, panorama, etchings, miracle foot repair,

It was time to move on for Dolly. Packing up her etchings of the panorama outside her window, she knew she would miss springtime in Alberta but she’d had enough of chilblains and having to use miracle foot repair. Now the sun was beckoning so “California here I come” she sang.


Megawordzzle

Dylan had seen springtime in Alberta fourteen times. He loved this place, living in the mountains, the panoramas were superb. His life here was hard, the bitter cold winters took their toll; he suffered terribly with chilblains but luckily he’d been given a miracle foot repair lotion, which really worked, by an old guy he’d met,

Five years ago he’d met Betsy Etchings when he’d taken his broken computer monitor to be mended. The guy who owned the shop had a funny turn whilst he was there and lucky for him Betsy was a nurse. She had quickly assessed the situation and decided he wouldn’t be needing CPR, so there was no need to call medics, within minutes the man was feeling a lot better. Dylan and Betsy got talking and he offered to buy her a coffee . Over coffee in the diner they discovered they both had a love of folk music and had both lived in San Francisco at the same time, though obviously they’d never met.



Betsy had only been in town a few months she told him, she’d been born there but left to train as a nurse and had been working in San Francisco, now she had come back home to look after her ailing mother. Apparently her mother had been complaining about becoming a bit scatter-brained but Betsy guessed it may be something more. Dylan proclaimed her a paragon of virtue, Betsy would have none of it because although she loved her mother dearly and wanted to look after her, she really missed the sunshine and constantly wanted to return to San Francisco. She had tried to get her mother to move to the sun but she refused saying there was no way she could leave the mountains. It was like there was an air-tight seal around her that no amount of coaxing and cajoling could penetrate, so Betsy had resigned herself to staying.





Dylan and Betsy’s courtship gathered momentum, it was a match made in heaven everyone said and, after a year of getting to know each other, they married and moved in with Betsy’s mother. It wasn’t long before Betsy got pregnant, much to Dylan’s delight, another pregnancy followed quickly and all Betsy’s time was taken up with looking after the children and her mother.



Five years later Betsy’s mother was dead. She had been difficult to look after but Betsy was glad she’s come back, reasoning that if she hadn’t she would never have met Dylan or had the children. Now she was yearning for the sun again and constantly badgered Dylan about moving back to California. Eventually Dylan gave in. The arrangements made, there was no turning back.



‘California here I come’, maybe to open a can of worms” thought Dylan. He was now thirty-two and too old, but it didn’t alter the fact that he’d dodged the draft card.