Welcome to a belated entry in the Cavalcade of Words series. Jaxpagan, out of a limited but excellent group of entries, has chosen the following from cassandracarolina:
The spectre of Alzheimer’s – not my death, as presaged by Carlos Castaneda - looms over my left shoulder. Another strangely bungled household task. My father, a brilliant Renaissance man, began his decline this way. A plastic container, destined for the microwave, but instead heated on the stove. It was years before a proper Alzheimer’s diagnosis, thanks to my mother’s powerful sense of denial. I went with him to the geriatric neurologist when his CT scans were unveiled, showing the characteristic Swiss-cheese-like holes. Still quite self aware, he studied the slices of his brain, remarking: “Well, that explains a lot.”
Comments on other entries, and the new writing exercise below the fold:
Joaeiu gave us a wonderful slice of childhood and ghosts, with a sweet ending.
Xapulin's entry reminded me of something from Sam Delaney; dessicated passion.
And Squidflakes took the James Bond route, with a sendup of S.P.E.C.T.R.E. labor relations.
Well done all!
This week, we are going to flip the exercise from "A Sense of Place" to A Vision of Life. This time, you may write about anything, in any style or genre, to any length. You may only use the sense of sight in describing whatever it is you wish to describe. Let's call it the Terrence Malick test. I'm thinking of flipping my entry from A Sense of Place, and describing the same thing I described before, using all senses except sight.
The deadline for this week is Thursday noon. This is a hard deadline, because I am off on vacation next week, and will need to pre-publish the diary.
cassandracarolina will be choosing her favorite entry for the week. Let's give her a wide variety to choose from.
Good writing.