Socks done. Now the hard part, getting them in the mail.Dragon nearly growling off the page!
Not as much done on the writing. Pretty tired from stress, long drives, actual surgery, so I mostly vegged
Scrappy socks for charity.
Reading. I’m having to learn to track, or figure out which glasses help best. And I won’t know for a month. So Audible and Text-to-speech is still my friends. BUT, standing in front of the mirror winking first right eye then left eye, the surprise is that my left eye sees my reflection better than the old favorite my right eye.
My new big E. At first I couldn’t see the numbers with my left eye. Well, before surgery it was a blotch on the wall. It’s about 10 feet from my recliner. My ‘good’ eye, the right still sees it, even the second hand. But gradually poor weak but refurbished left eye sees the numbers now. YAY! This is quite the adventure!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โa phrase you grew up with.โ Include in your post a phrase your mom/dad/grandparent/sibling used all the time when you were growing up, or just write whatever inspires you based on that phrase. Enjoy!
Oh. This is a hard one. I’m writing my memoirs/ autobiography. At first I thought the prompt was to write about your mom/dad/grandparent/sibling. That would have been easy. I’ve been writing that stuff for a couple of months.
Ah, but the fine print. “A phrase you grew up with.” A million phrases come to mind. “Jesus Loves You.” “For God so loved the world…” ” You aren’t worth the leather it’d take to blow you to kingdom come.” Is the couch ready with someone taking notes? Yeah, mix messages much?
But as crazy as home life was, the overwhelming spoken and unspoken phrase was love. I think that is how I survived. I was surrounded by relatives full of love. When home life was level it was full of love, too. So at 72, I finally say the phrase is the word Love.
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.)
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.
May Day Pole shared by Marie Rodriguez. Thank you.
Wouldn’t it be great to celebrate life by sharing kindness?
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 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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