Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โpitch.โ Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it way youโd like. Have fun!
As my voice gets older my pitch wiggles around. I’m trying something new. Straw exercises. I couldn’t find any straws around here. We don’t have fast food here. So I was out of luck?
Nope. I diamond paint. So:
The tool to pick up the drills. I have a nice ergonomic one but each painting comes with these. I took out the metal bit and voila, a straw. Now I can work on my voice and pitch.
I bet you thought I’d pitch a sale about erecting an easy pitch tent.
There are learning disabilities that I have and have enhanced my life probably more than hurt me. But I’ve never tested for face-blindness. It isn’t the worst case. But mine goes way back. I bumped into a really good friend while shopping with another. It was probably 45 years ago so not a sign of dementia. The faces were familiar but names escaped me.
Often when watching a show I will state the face is familiar, but my son or husband have said, “You know this person.” Then they rattle off the actor’s name and title of the show I supposedly saw the star in.
When I meet new people I will often forget their faces and their names. If I remember either it is because I had a great conversation with the person. I find I can rattle off the whole conversation. And will suddenly recognize the now familiar face.
Time is, as Doctor Who says, “Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey.” Long and impossible. So impossible that if you are 12-1 month away, you don’t even think about it. But that month before birthdays, Christmases, or graduations, it stretches out unbearably.
When I was in first grade, I learned the misery time could be and the breeze it was. We were to get new pencils every six weeks. They were those big green pencils. You know, the thick ones that made it easier to learn our letters and numbers. I watched the other kids. Some hardly used theirs. Yet they got a new pencil anyway. I found that wasteful, even as a seven-year-old. So I used mine a lot. I mastered the fonts before me. I erased a lot with that huge pinky-orange eraser. I drew everything I could to use up as much of the six weeks as I could. I was so proud when I showed the teacher my well-chewed tiny stub of a pencil and remembered the teacher telling me I used my implement well. It was a breeze, those six weeks. Now to start the long trek with the shiny new pencil.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โinner/outer.โ Use one, use both, use โem any way youโd like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
Streaming this in my head, the only thing that comes up is my second son’s favorite book when he was little. I can’t seem to find it. But the last page is stuck in my head for 50 years.
Mama, Mama, I went to town, Inside, Outside, Upsidedown!
Well, here it is at the end of the day and I still haven’t come up with a dibble much less a stream. In this little paragraph I’ve made at least 5 typos that were immediately corrected.
Most of the time, I’m grateful for the help for my fat fingers, but this time, the typo is the lack of same. ๐ซค
Working on my series: Haven.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Hi! my name is Sebastian (You can call me Seb!) ...welcome to my Blog. I'm a photographer from Worcester, Worcestershire, England. Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoy my work.
Books, games, music, and life โ filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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