Poof, just like that and April is gone with the wind and with it my fourth NaPoWriMo. Thank you for spending it together.
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Prompt 30: “This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.”
A while ago I saw an online invitation to write a poem with this title and saved it for a special occasion.
Thank you for all your prompts, poems, time and kind words throughout this month. I’m staying right here, not (perhaps) with this many poems but I always have something to show, if nothing else doors on Thursdays. See you next year if not before. Be well, world.
Put the dishes in the dishwasher but not like that The plastics go up, the skillet right here, see? Don't put a small glass in the corner or for some reason it won’t get washed. Put one pot in the middle and then lean the pans against it from all sides, like this. Water must be able to go around. Put in all the stuff. Who cares if the wood cracks or the knives unsharpen. Don't wait for it to be fully full. Run it anyway. Life is short. Use normal salt. It’s the same as dishwasher salt, only cheaper. But above all, fill it quietly like I am doing it now, so that you don’t wake up your love who you think is sleeping but is actually writing the last poem. And then run it anyway. This is how you reach the end of the month. And now what?
An assortment of examples of how not to do it from around here. This is Tuscany too.





The machine from yesterday’s post has levelled these cacti overnight. 


IKEA branch office.
For:

This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2019):
Bath on the path.
Pack on the back.
Bath on the pack.
Back on the path.
Pat on the back.
LovelyNow i KNOW How To Do it– your way! splendid. Thanks.
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Hihi you mean his way. 😀 Thank you, Selma, for all your miracles.
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And you did it your way. Congrats!
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Thank you, Bojana! When I manage to get away with it.
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Haha! Loved your poem. I had just finished re-arranging the dishwasher before I read it. Those photos tell a story all their own. Great IKEA office idea too.
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Hihi, Andrea, that was good timing. Thank you. The good thing about these leftovers is that they seem to disappear if not overnight, then in a day or two.
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You’re welcome. Yes, very good timing. Someone must like those leftovers if they disappear that quickly!
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Well done…a different take…it’s not good bye as we will write together again (hope so) next year…thanks for the read and comments
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Much appreciated, Sangbad. And you are right, we will. All well to you.
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There really is an art to loading it so it all comes out clean isn’t there! This is a great poem about an everyday chore.
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Haha, Deborah, amore certainly thinks so. These have all been his instructions at some point. He is calling it tetris. 😀 Thank you!
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The dishwasher is still a mystery to me. And now I have a new one to figure out!
You manage to make even abandoned furniture beautiful.
I will still be coming around, all year. (K)
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I love to hear this, K. You always bring me so much. Thank you for each your visit. Good luck with the dishwasher! 🙂
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Thanks!
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Yaay we made it! Congrats on another NaPo down!
I don’t have an automated dishwasher. Hubby does do ours more than me, but his standards are not up to mine. Often this girl is too tired to care, though. I do the laundry most of the time 😉
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Well, everything in this poem has been his instruction at some point. 😀 He calls it tetris. Thanks for reading and following, Montaffera! We are going to have fun. 🙂
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You’re welcome, and I have no doubt we will 😜
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