Isn’t great to see friends you knew when they were twelve, all grown up and as smart as you always knew they were? (Thanks, Mama Bear, for letting him visit friends.)
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I found this interesting about age groups learning languages. I hope those who are not on Duolingo can read it, too.
The dragon is looking like a dragon.
My new NaNoWriMo goal to add another 20k to the memoir.
My friend shared a Maypole in May Day. I shared with her how my mom said they danced around the Maypole. Then they would share baskets of flowers on neighbors’ porches. After sharing this my friend shared the above article.
Wouldn’t it be great to celebrate life by sharing kindness?
Okay, confession time. Since starting Camp NaNo, my memoirs/autobiography/my life, my background show has been Heartland. I figured I have horses to look at and it wouldn’t be distracting. I was scared it would be heavy western music. It has been tolerable. I always skip the intro song, but even it isn’t horrid. It is just boring and doesn’t seem to apply to the show.
Anyway, it worked quite well for the first four seasons. Great background. Then suddenly I found it distracting. I got invested in the characters and story. So I guess I should recommend it to others. I’ve made it to the 13th season! Only one more, then I’ll need another distracting background.
Zipping through hours of Diamond Painting and loom knitting socks. And I am having so much fun listening to book 8 of Outlander.
When our weather guy gave us the latest news on our drought, we found zero improvement. We are still at “exceptional” status. Worse than anywhere in Oregon. We are in the Outback or desert. But this has been the driest year since we got here. I have to admit to being really afraid of fire season coming up.
Now, I’ve got to confess, I’ve had yWriter7 open since I woke up early this morning. Zilch. But I promise all of us I will meet my 20k goal before bed tonight. Otherwise I count on zero, zip, zilch sleep.
At least I can sleep tonight.
Things. They came up. Thatโs what things do. They come up. I canโt be expected to keep track of them all. Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman (the fun book I’m listening to right now, lots of quotes!)
Almost finished with my dragon.
Second sock nearly caught up with first sock. Heels start tomorrow.
And memoir is coming along.
Too often I tell myself I can’t, I’m too young, I’m too old, I’m too female, I’m too tomboy, too something to do a thing. But when I can be of two minds, I can see that perfection is really what’s stopping me.
I wonder if a bird sings for perfect pitch and rhythm. Maybe the mockingbird works towards being the best mimic.
Maybe those birds in Central America that dance work on their beats.
But the cream that rises to the top is the rarity. That raven outside ain’t even trying? Nah. He’s just being a raven.
Two minds means I can work to do my best but be happy with small, sparrow size accomplishments. Those starlings have managed with persistence to make another nest in our attic. We have tried everything to discourage them. They never look at a blueprint and care nothing about zoning laws.
And you should see the pair loving, and arguing. It takes two!
Writing, dotting, knitting, chatting with friends. What a great day!
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