Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โwind.โ Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
Ah, Christmas Valley. High Desert of Oregon. It isn’t Santa or Noel you are famous for. It’s the wind.
Having lived in the High Desert of California where all the trees lean east, you’d think I’d be used to it. The constant wind.
The tree I miss. Joshua tree.
And though it’s a nuisance and often scary with fires all around, it helps us stay cooler than many other cities. It’s a dry heat. Not so great for complexion, but easily cooler with swamp coolers.
Once the wind winds itself up, it is days of feeling sure a green lady on a bike will fly by.
I can’t decide if wind is better or worse in Winter than Summer. Like I mentioned, fire season makes the wind scary. And makes breathing outside difficult.
The super winds brings in you neighbors’ trash. Flying trampolines do happen out here.
Yes, I try to make one more lesson before closing Duo.Started Dragon #3I try to do enough in a month to reach the goal a week or so ahead.
With piano, when I feel I’m done, I sneak in one more song or watch piano YouTubes
With my thumbs hurting I am slowing down on yarn projects. But I have set up the goal of at least one row. Still a photo wouldn’t show progress.
Around the house, I’m implementing one thing in each room, even if it’s picking up something on the floor.
The result of this is I seem to have the stamina for a little more everyday. Tomorrow I will finish the corner where the new cat tree will be.
And, I will finally put rocks in the bamboo and change water as the instructions suggested. I had that lucky plant for maybe ten years but it was getting sad. I hope to propagate many plants from this one. Right now the new babies look like this:
I had to change out the beer glass. It’s my son’s. I’m going to need more jars or glasses.
I finally got around to catching up on comments. I got distracted and my clumsy fingers hit something. I glanced back as a red notice says, Undo. By the time I saw it, it disappeared. I went to the comment in my email. I hit reply and was told that comment was deleted.
By the way, Kim Smyth, thanks for your comment, cats are harder to dispel from laps. And beds! My Shilo is a big lump I have to lift up often as I readjust myself to sleep. ๐
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โsometimes.โ Start your post with the word โsometimes.โ Have fun!
I’m sure others thought of this. But I couldn’t resist:
Sooner or later we all are.
Remember when they told you that when you’re young, your parents know nothing. But when you grow up you realize they were geniuses.
Yeah. Somehow in my 60s my anger at my parents disappeared. Suddenly, in my 70s, I admire how much they knew, dealt with, and still managed to parent us. Now I miss them, especially my mom . I wish I could ask questions. But Mom barely made it to her 60s.
Mom was the holder of my memories. All those stories of what happened to me, how much do I really remember and how much was from her memory?
I wish I could sit down with all those who’ve gone before and learn why things happened or didn’t.
I find it interesting that families started earlier back then. Maybe tradition helped them do better? But Mom would have been better as a doctor, not a mother. She was so smart for the lack of continued education. She had to work. Then she had kids. Never did she have the chance to prove herself. And the trauma she dealt with on top of the feeling of unfulfillment is so sad looking back.
We pass so much to our offspring even when we try not to. Sometimes.
The title assumes the concept that once it’s begun it is heading for a finish. With all the projects this ADD senior starts, I never consider them lost, just resting, ya know? I’m a fan of alliteration. Besides, ‘on-going projects’ is just too cumbersome.
Second dragon is almost finished.
One of my “One more thing” projects. My brother and I split up a Lucky Bamboo Plant into two parts. I watched a YouTube video and decided to try my hand at propagating. That’s only half.
The “Ilo” team still loves each other. Milo and Shilo. Sammy plays with them but doesn’t get in on the groom. By the way, we still only have two buttons. Sammy found and understands the ‘Water’ button. Milo has only once volunteered to hit the ‘outside’ button. We are still in the process of getting him to understand his responsibility. Definitely a work-in-progress.
I’m still having fun with Duo.
I’d throw in pics of my knitting and crocheting, but with only a row or two every couple of days, progress doesn’t show much. My shoulder and thumb joints have been objecting to too much yarning.
My piano time is growing. I have quite a collection of songs in the process, from starting to learn Natural Woman, through trying to memorize Music Box Dancer and Gymnopรฉdie. I think there are about 20 tunes in rotation. None perfect, but all fun for the challenge and the process.
Starting today I’m institute One More. The exception is food. Less is more there.
Find something of beauty, a moment more enjoy.
Scene from my kitchen window. One more picture. One more dish washed.
When I feel I’m done with my piano playing for the day, one more, something new. Today I pulled out my Uke song book and played Imagine as I improvised the bass chords.
I was ready to pop off the stationary bike: beat yesterday’s time by a bit more.
Picking up rubbish: spend one more minute. Take one more step.
In a room, spend one more chore or minute on it.
See what I mean?
I don’t know if it will work. But a year and a half years ago, I played 15 minutes on the piano. Now I’m up to 40-60 minutes and enjoying it.
Commercials are everywhere. Commercial timing can be used to learn something.
I’ve been working on this prompt in my head all day. I didn’t want to play with the slang of jealous. I don’t know why, but I find it the silliest of slang words.
So I had a sit-down with a spoonful of peanut butter and a spot of jelly to see if I could come up with something. I came up with nothing. Like my head is all jammed up.
Do you think there are little ships in your belly button who make jelly, naval jelly? Maybe that’s how I got in the jam. Sorry, it’s all I got.
Front (northwest)BackFront later I’m too slow to capture the lightning next to the rainbow. Sorry for the window spots. A different window looking back (south).
Working on my series: Haven.
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One-Liner Wednesday
Where do accidentally deleted comments go?
I finally got around to catching up on comments. I got distracted and my clumsy fingers hit something. I glanced back as a red notice says, Undo. By the time I saw it, it disappeared. I went to the comment in my email. I hit reply and was told that comment was deleted.
By the way, Kim Smyth, thanks for your comment, cats are harder to dispel from laps. And beds! My Shilo is a big lump I have to lift up often as I readjust myself to sleep. ๐
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