Do you remember when we had the light/dark button and the contrast control button on our boxy TVs? I liked playing with them making everyday objects or people look freaky. Dad hated that.
That makes me think of D’Maggio carrots on Sheriff John. TV was black and white, but I could swear I saw the brilliant orange vegetable with leafy green tops, I could almost smell the earthy garden they came from.
Still, I hate black and white movies or TV. From the moment of landing in Oz I loved color. I love the variety and contrasting colors presented. We need that .
White snow hitting the windshield during the day looks black. The same snow at night makes you feel like you are traveling in space.
Great contrasting conditions. But shadows and highlights help supply our shapes and depth.
I’m so grateful that I can immerse myself in all the layers from contrast to shades of grey.
It’s like music for the eyes. Without the rest of quiet the rhythms and melody becomes muted, boring.
Neat as a pin upon the head where a thousand angels dance. Impossible concepts.
All my life, messy was my other middle name. The actual middle name implied the perfection planned for me.
Desk cleaning day in grade school had me in utter devastating humiliation.
In highschool was the locker cleanup day.
My bedroom was a disaster until the cat peed on my clothes. No longer did my mother have to scream at me. I never let my clothes drift to the floor. Hamper or closet or chest of drawers. The clothes solution stuck. But eek, the rest still shames me daily.
I finally get control of one aspect when ‘life’ happens and throws a wrench in schedule and neatness. And who left that tool out here to trip over?
Grief, then TV guy, messed up all my regulated plans for self improvement, just as I got ready to tighten the schedule for house improvement, so now the swinging the pendulum is working to get me on track.
Not for perfection but enjoying passions fully while aiming to stay healthy.
Neat may never happen. ADHD keeps life moving.
Adding yoga and meditation. At least I’ll feel more peaceful about it.
Dragon #1 2/3 done. I love how well this DP is lining up without much from the straightening tool.
This started out a Finishing Friday blog. With many distractions this week, very little got done. But Milo ‘champion barker at TV guy’ decided to show up for fun.
You wanna play Blue Bunny?Please?How about you, Mom?Nevermind, Blue Bunny, I still love you!Do you mind?Mom, I’m sorry, you need a dog.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tan/ten/tin/ton/tun.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you manage to get four of them into your post. Have fun!
How many tanned tins of tuna would fit in a tun? Tons? Ten tunas? Ugh! It’s smells fishy in here!
Finished the book. I found that even book 5 was within reach. That was reassuring. I have the book on my printer so I can print out favorites or ones I think will be good to be a better pianist.Nearly halfway through with the dragon. I bought three. One for each of two friends and one for me. I like how well this one is working up.
I don’t think I have enough finished to show my knitting progress. My shoulder is giving problems so I have been stopping when it hurts. Trouble is, when I sit I need to do something so I end up playing apps on my fire. Boo!
So outside of reading and bingeing some shows, reviews coming, progress has been slow. But turtles win races, right?
The trouble with the breathing tube and swallowing tube and being ADD results in lukewarm coffee spewing from my nose all over the cat and my sweatpants. I’m fine. 🥴
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
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 — 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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