I might have finished my Inktober drawing and story. Thank goodness for Stream to get a blog published today. And putting off for later what could have been done yesterday and this morning.
Oh, and then. If only I could leave a loom open rather than immediately setting up the next pair of socks, I would have had more writing time. But gifts want to be given.
Sorry. No pick of tick or roof or helmet. I’ll do that tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I’m pretty jazzed with my UPS delivery. No, not the Kalimba. I got that a couple months ago. The book that came with it was unclear. So I ordered that big book. Bonus–I can play the songs on the recorders as there are no sharps and flats. I’m just barely learning those on the recorder. And I have no idea how one would make that happen on the Kalimba. I do love the sound on this beautiful instrument.
What inspires you to aspire to be before you expire? I share all that here often. Much inspires me. reading, writing, music, art, family, friends, sometimes even FaceBook.
Is it weird that at 71 I still have aspirations? I often think about what I want to be when I grow up. The end results of such thoughts are different than when I was young. If I am learning something, taking classes, it isn’t to increase my income or help my career. It is just to grow a better understanding of the world, humans, heck, the universe. If extra money comes my way all the better but I already know I can’t do a day-to-day type job. Mostly I aspire to make life better for others, and yes me, too.
INSPIRATION LEADS ME
I ASPIRE TO BE THE BEST AND KINDEST PERSON I CAN,
BEFORE I EXPIRE.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โinspire/aspire/expire.โ Use them in any form you like. Use one, use two or use them all if you want. If you use two, you get bonus points! If you use all three, Cheryl will put your next drink on Davidโs tab. Enjoy!
I have celebrated this day. Sadly, the modern teachers avoid ‘oldies’ words. It is harder to say hath over has for our tongues but they miss teaching moments by modernizing.
I can’t believe we are at the beginning of the end. Gird up your loins folks! We’ve made it through the first end month. The -embers and scary -ober are here.
A quick Fall-in-Oregon Outback, well, view from my window update.
Less on the trees.
More on the driveway.
(Last year @Willowdot21 had a hard time with this. I hope her health is better now.)
I have spent this week attending a Podcast seminar on FaceBook. Well, actually, I took the live class on Monday but found the rest of the classes at awkward times to live watch. So I binged the rest today and I’ll have to watch Friday’s class when I get the chance. Here is the YouTube of what I watched Monday.
I’ve mentioned here that it is in my plan to make a podcast. I still feel strongly that it is something I should and want to do. I don’t know why, exactly. I certainly am lost in trying to do this but I will be doing it.
My aim is to have a chat about this 71 year-old lady and what that feels like for me. I plan to share my passions good and awkward. Crochet, knitting, loom knitting, piano, singing, recorder, artwork, and especially my writing. I could do write-a-longs or read alouds of my own books.
When I was young, and I hate to admit it but even now, I love going into other people’s lives and homes and getting to know people intimately. I enjoy feeling the comradery of a good knit and bitch or sing-a-long.
Report cards pf my youth give me promise that I can do this. What did get written on almost all of them? ‘Darlene talks too much in class.’ Not that reporting that to my parents helped at all. Neither did moving me to different seats. I always made friends with whoever I sat with. One teacher even moved me up near his own desk. Guess what? It wasn’t long before he and I were in a conversation. He spent nearly a whole class chatting before he realized that he, too, had fallen for my gabby self. So, it is called a gift of gab, right?
Another reason I want to do this is to join baby-boomers and anyone else who feels isolated. I know with my cataracts reading has been so hard. That ability encompasses so much of our lives, not just reading books. Reading the phone number to make a call, reading ingredients on a package, etc. I want to make life more accessible. I have already made this blog available on Spotify but not my own voice, just the robot voice offered on Anchor. By the time I get to the writing the blog time, I don’t have the energy to read the words.
But the gabbing is something I want to use to get to know people better. Not just hear myself speak. So I am asking all of you to give me suggestions of what I might cover. Thanks for being the great bunch of friends you are here. I can hardly wait to see what you recommend. I think blogging helps me so much and I think the podcast will, too.
Puzzles are another passion of mine. As long as cheating is allowed.
For many years this has been my mindsuck: (Sudoku)
I like it because I can see all of any one number in the puzzle by clicking on the one I’m curious about. Like this: (chosen Sudoku number)
And though I’ve chosen to stay with the moderate level, I’m sure that my actual level is beginner. I know this because I find these hard:
Outside of filling each empty box with penciled in possible numbers I rarely see the answer until the page is full of eraser smudges. And even then… see the clothespin? Yeah, holding the solution page ready for peeking. Yet, I’m obsessed and feel that someday I might get it. That idea in itself is the real puzzle!
And puzzle me this, my other non-electronic fun is:
Yes, that is a clothespin to the answers. The thing about crosswords is you need to be a mind reader. Did the puzzle maker mean the vegetable or the actor? Is it spelled the way we’re taught in school or in another language or some abbreviation of some company name?
Still, I can spend hours in puzzlement about the brains of puzzle makers versus my ADD/dyslexic 71 year-old brain.
They say these are supposed to keep our minds nimble.
In the background I have Beauty and the Beast on. This is it’s last day on Netflix. I’m only on season one and there are four. Why I chose to wait until the last minute for everything is another puzzle. By the way, I would normally plug in a trailer here but electricity and internet are intermittent.
Since the wee hours of the morning we’ve had rain. It may be humid, there were lightning strikes but enough rain to put out the starts. We even lost electricity.
Even so thank you for the rain dances and prayers. This has been so glorious!
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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