Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a phrase you grew up with.” 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.
Sometimes something amazing happens. An answer to prayer shows up so unexpectedly.
Today I found out I can afford my cataract surgery. My daughter by marriage told us she’s sent the money. I’m blown away. I’ve been crying off and on all day.
For a little old lady puppy, Kali breaks my heart with cute. For some reason, she looks like a little hand puppet as she climbs into bed at night.
A gift my hubby bought both of us. Not the expensive, does everything Fitbit, but it does keep track of the basics. Now I just need to get used to wearing it. And then it needs to be warmer than 32 outside so walks won’t hurt.
This weekend we might get rain. I’m thinking wellies, raincoat and umbrella and rain dance of thankfulness.Hopeful.
I promised to take a picture to prove our new happiness. Here ya go:
I cropped out the car license plates. But–Yay!
My husband and I had a great time shopping. They had almost everything we needed at far less than shopping the little stores here, with more room and less crowded. They had been picked over during the week. But I was happy to find things to help my new addiction. No. There were no Diamond Art sets, but tape, frames, Command Strips, tons of acrylic paints, etc. Lots of food, though overwhelming amount of snack foods. But gotta keep the locals happy. I’m sure you’ve all seen Dollar Generals. But here,
Here is our post office. It is quaint. Though door-to-door delivery doesn’t happen. We have to walk (7 miles round trip) or drive to pick it up. By the way, in spring and summer there are beautiful flowers surrounding this sweet community meeting place.
Our little hamlet could stand for a bit of improvement.
Don’t get me wrong, I love living in the country. But the biggest reason most move here is housing. It is less expensive. It doesn’t take long to realize that jacked up prices at local stores, the 150 miles to a cheaper store costs in gas to get there. For us $50 gas for every trip. And the $100 to change to snow tires for a couple months then rinse repeat in Spring. Well, I guess you can understand why many of us are so excited for such a humble addition to our community.
Add to the excitement of the new store the Friday Friends chat, it was a great day!
There is no lack of generosity. There is an abundance, borrowing from yesterday’s prompt. Look at how hard everyone tried to make sure everyone knew that we wished for the best holidays for friends and family on Facebook. I actually developed a bit of ‘wishing weariness.’ Did you?
Don’t get me wrong, with the isolation we’ve dealt with over the last couple years with lack of hugs and touch, we want to reach out to our loved ones. But after I post ‘Happy {fill in the blank}’ then friends answer on my feed with similar greeting. Then you see them posting another greeting and then the quandary starts. At what level of wishing do we stop wishing? I mean, in your heart you still hope for everyone’s best everything. But I got off Facebook after the 25th and then the 1st, just to find real life again. When do we stop wishing Happy New Year? June?
I figured generosity begins at home. My eyes and greetings should hit my housemates and fur babies. Ah, but then I worried that I hadn’t wished generously enough. Sigh…
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 4th, 2022, is “generosity.” Use the word “generosity” any way you’d like. Have fun!
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