Rested, reclined, relieved, recovering, refreshing right?
This A to Z Challenge, obviously ‘R’, is a version of Linda G. Hill’s One-liner Wednesday.
Yes, we are getting better since the shot. We’ll be right as rain tomorrow.
Category: Blogging
Quit thinking the quiet is peaceful. Two of the four of us are enduring. The other two are crashing in their rooms.No sooner had written the above that I needed a nap. Since I woke I’ve quickly become more and more achy.
Thank goodness my husband is doing well. But as for me. I quit. (For today). I’m sure to feel better tomorrow. Guess the shot is working!
The point of the poke is to keep those who partake from getting so ill as to be hospitalized. Putting it kindly means wearing masks as uncomfortable as that is. Probably if those who refused to wear them wore them, we could do a lot better by now. Pretending you are invincible is adolescent. And even still, you might just be. But you might be a carrier. What will you feel when a loved one dies because of your pretense? When my grandparents and parents got to the point of lower immunity, I refused to take my children or myself near them if we had the slightest sore throat or cough. Even if I knew it was allergies, I didn’t want to think that my carelessness would cause them pneumonia or other health problems. That was 40 years ago; no plague or pandemic. So that’s my story about that, and I’m sticking to it. And, by the way, if masks didn’t work, why has the flu spread far less this year. I know that isn’t COVID19, but we are all healthier from the flu by covering our mouths, just like when you sneeze or cough. Please, let’s be polite!
The shot was a minor prick of the skin. My bubble and I can claim our second and feel we are safer from the pretenders. Still, we will wear our masks for the rest of you as we try to find a healthier world and work our way back to wealth with more finding work, and playtime will come soon.
I will go edit Pandamapocalypse. I will post tomorrow a word count. I know that this second shot can cause the yuckies for a bit, so I wanted to blog pre-midnight. So far, though, nothing affecting any of us. No headache or upset stomach or anything.
Per Linda G. Hill:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โmash.โ Use it any way youโd like. Have fun!
Okay, so how will I mash together the two prompts? Hehe. Done. Out the door! No, just kidding. This blog is for me to keep track of me and our lives here in the Oregon Outback. Hey, that was a double do I get extra points? That’s not an option? Well, bear with me as I find my way in this ocean of creative fun. Meanwhile, enjoy this YouTube of the outstanding observations, an overview, of course, of home. I don’t know this person.
Once there was an ogre named Oscar who grabbed an otter named Oliver and an opossum named Owen. He thought they were so cute that he tried to feed them the offal of a dead owl. His new friends wouldn’t have any. There was an odor emitting from the mash. They all decided it was a bad omen to even try it. So to oblige one and all, he buried the owl and gave it the best oration ever. Two baby owlets hopped down from the nearby oak. Their huge oval eyes were full of tears. Oscar, Oliver, and Owen brought them into an openly loving hug. And off they all went to enjoy the forest.
On the CampNaNo part 2 front, I managed to ogle 7,704 words in editing offenses in Office, Word.
Okay, money isn’t falling around me, but I feel open to the offer!
Now for my favorite ‘N‘ word: NaNoWriMo. It started with the book No Plot, No Problem by Chris Baty. I heard about it and read a library copy in 2001, I think. Later I bought my own copy. I even bought the kit that I have added my own prompts to since. By the way, click on the links above and go to the NaNo site or the site of my review on Goodreads accordingly. So for 21 years I have been enjoying the challenge of creating my own books to dive into. Each Novel brought me more friends to care for and listen to. Not just the characters that appeared but writers clubs that have real people I remain friends with so many years later.
Not only did I make a novel nearly every year in that 21 years, I got the T-shirts. Most years I bought either the participant or winner’s shirt. Now I have a drawer full of them. I rarely wear any other shirt. I wear them for inspiration to write, for a sense of pride that I did it before and can do it again. And lately there are CampNaNo shirts in the mix as the April, May, June helps my chops stay in writing form.
Since it is nearly midnight I thought I should catch up with my latest edited word count: 3,721. I finished 25K by the 15th so I can do another 25K before the thirtieth.
Making a goal of editing is tough. It seems especially difficult with our current situation. When I started CampNaNo and decided to edit through 25K words I thought that was a lot. But last night I surpassed my goal and yet have another 25K to go through. So I am making another goal on the CampNaNo website. Still it was miraculous for ME to finish my goal at the half month stage. I had hoped to get some writing done this month but that rewrite and finish to the story will have to be put off until May. The thing is, meandering through the Pandamapocalypse document looking for grammar and spelling issues I am seeing bits that mean to be rewritten, eliminated, or simply moved to different parts of the story. Best of all, maneuvering around within the plot and overall manuscript makes me happy. I still like the idea of the book and how it is going. I sure hope someday to let others enjoy the fun I have had with all of my Haven series including this latest issue.
The magic of Hulu has kept me sane lately. If you want a background show that is funny or ignorable, watch Staged with David Tenet and Michael Sheen. Warning this may have strong language. As I said, this plays excellent in the background and doesn’t demand my attention like music.
I just finished watching all of Staged and left Hulu on and it put on Miranda. I have watched that series before and I loved it so much! This second watch is mirth incarnate!
For my fellow Grey’s Anatomy friends: Does Ellen Pompeo have the best job ever? Meredith Grey gets to sleep or be on the beach with old friends. And being paid for it! I want to be her when I grow up!
I am so happy with the way Shonda Rhimes is handling the COVID19 crises and how the emergency medical teams are dealing with all that is happening these days.
Okay that is all I can find swirling around in my mind to meander.
Merry
Languid lizards leap lions lazily. Licked. Lunch.
But let me take a moment to do a memorial. My son, Logan, just lost his best friend, Vader. For quite a while Kali and her mommy (Laura) lived with Vader and Logan. And these, my grandpuppies, played together. Kali thought she was the one in charge. Vader was just a lovable, laid-back, lapdog. Well, far too big for a lap. But he was Mutt (the big one) to Kali’s Jeff (the little one) It is breaking my heart as I love that big brute so much. I know my son must be a mess, Here are pictures of Vader when he was younger and recently.
Kali is one of my favorite ‘K‘ words. This poor ole girl is slowing down like me. Arthritis makes her a bit of a ‘Hop-a-long Cassidy’. That’s only when she walks or trots. When she gets happy she can gallop like the wind. She barely touches the ground. I wish I could jog like my daughter because I think Kali would love that so much. I hope the wind dies soon so we can get outside for real walks again.
Knitting, loom or needle is another favorite. Here are a couple of Works In Progress. A pair of charity socks, a charity hat, and a charity toy.
Keto is a new word for me but I am trying to learn how to make it work for me especially with my Intermittent Fasting. Knowledge is power and I am knuckling down to growing healthier. The key seems to be getting your body to use fats instead of sugars for energy.
It seems my favs are four lettered. One to embrace for all, though, is Kindness.
Just another beautiful sunset. Yawn. Just kidding. I feel so lucky to have this view from my living-room.
I wish my cell took a true picture. This isn’t as gorgeous as what my eyes saw.
In thinking of ‘J‘ words January came to mind. Doesn’t that seem years away? Hey, remember Just Jot It January? Ah, that was fun. I know we still had up our Christmas tree. That dim, cold memory needs to go away. Let’s stay focused on the future, June and July! That’s more my speed. Let’s just pray it isn’t another fire season. The news for our area is all about the draught.
In this journal, I like to keep track of my writing and editing. I am nearly finished with the goal of 25,000 words to edit. I feel it is doing its job to jumpstart my jam. 21,957 words thus far!
Suddenly I am finding the need to report my reward games. I finished Love Story–Beach Cottage and am trying a new one, for me. Mystery Case Files The Black Veil. Since I’ve had it a while and never played it takes a bit longer to journey through its lands and find all the jewels. I’ll play as soon as journaling is complete.
This has been another Monday that I slept through writing group not realizing it was Monday. How it is that keeps happening? Napping is so juvenile! But nightly the ‘outside’ trips jack up my sleep. Having this sweet dog is sometimes harder than when I had 3 jobs: going to college full time, working full time ,and being a single mom of four. But I love her and ad-just<–that ought to count!
Well, it is time to get out the joystick, well ‘mouse’ is for ‘M’ day isn’t it?
Have a Joyous week all!
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I don’t know the difference between Streaming my Consciousness and blogging within the alphabet. I stream here because I am bad at keeping a journal by hand. Having these wonderful prompts moves me out of the ‘Dear Diary: today I breathed in an out’ syndrome.ย
Iceland, Ireland, Italy, all ‘I’ words I would love to see. Would northern Italy look any different than Iceland or Ireland? I bet they are all cold and snowy. Inland in the Outback of Oregon, it is cold again. Instead of going for mile long walks I sat here idle and shivering. Ugh!
If I don’t make this a short blog, I won’t get to the editing. And that is the only way I get to play my game as a reward. It took me three nights to finish Ravenhearst. Now I am playing Love Story — Beach Cottage. The game is the inspiration for doing the icky editing.ย
In case you were wondering what I was doing with the rest of my day, knitting and watching shows with my husband. I’ll show you the pics in a couple days when the items are more identifiable. I’m trying a new toy and still working on tons of socks, okay, maybe a couple pairs.
I am indifferent about a lot of things in the moment, especially the weather. But the way, my brother has been hitting the sagebrush out in our yard, I may be in love with our new patch of sand. That stuff had taken over during this past year making our place very vulnerable to fire. And the season is already starting.
Time to get off the blog and hit a few moments of editing so I can play before sleep. Ironic? Not so much. I just wanted to use the word.
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โdifference.โย Whatever the word โdifferenceโ conjures first in your mind, write about it. Enjoy!
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