Is it a coincidence that ‘coincidence’ starts with ‘coin’ as you might toss for luck?
Is it a coincidence that Milo hit the button “outside” when he needed to relieve his bladder? He seemed quite happy. Since that time, he’s looked at the button wagging his tail but scratches the door instead.
It’s how we all learned to communicate. Babble sounds that resulted in our needs being met. And the most successful sounds we repeated often. Sure we got it wrong sometimes, but success bred success.
Per Linda: Your prompt for JusJoJan January 19th, 2026 is “consistency.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
“Our prompt today is courtesy of running enthusiast Warren. Thank you, Warren! Please be sure to visit Warren’s blog to read his posts and say hello. And follow him while you’re there if you’re not already.”
Warren talks about one day at a time as he tries to get healthier.
He’s right. I have found the same truth. Not just for physical fitness. It has worked for me with piano, writing, Duolingo, and more. Consistency creates improvement.
That doesn’t mean that you can’t take a day or so off. But after the weekend, after COVID,get back to it. Maybe you need to take it slower or more gentle, but every bit you do counts.
Often being consistent with rests adds to proficiency. I have found my work continues in my sleep, dreams, in allowing muscle memory to renew without me.
This whole topic is so fascinating to me. It is the reason I keep trying to look at other bits of my life I’d like to improve, or things I want to learn. I think one can cram a lot of better when aim is consistent.
Living intentionally is often as tough as the stairway Dan shared on his post. In fact, his published books shows it works for him. By the way, I am reading his book, Poetic Justice as my Kindle, slow read. Not my audiobook, like all my others, but page by page. It is engaging. I just can’t track well. But I am able to stick with it. Mysteries of the murdering type, are tough. But the main character, Brody, keeps the story moving. It is my intention to finish the book within a couple of weeks.
I’m working on my intentions and manifesting goals. That’s what my possibility list on New Year’s starts with small and deep thoughts. From working on thought patterns to knitting, to communication with others. I’m all over the map as I zero in on the things that will bring me joy or somehow help heal the universe
Woke up to Christmas hatching out in the living room. My brother decided it was time to try and see how the furries will deal with trees and decorations.
Our John Deere Santa hanging on the room divider, with mermaid tail looking for a home.
Nutcracker trying to hide the stationary bike.
Dragon coming along.
Challenging piano solosNice easy carols, easy font to read. Fun, quick to master.
More challenging less known carols like the Wookiee one.
All 7 pages of When Christmas Comes Around (Polar Express)Probably the most challenging to me sounds the easiest, Linus and Lucy. And one I want to sing with (and my hands take all my concentration for now) Oh Holy Night.
For next year, I hope I start Christmas music before Halloween. I’d like to be more proficient by this point. And I hope I know those last few songs with very little brush up time.
Oh, in case you need to see how gentle goals help:
I started back to piano last October. The goal: sit and play as long as it’s fun, then move on to something else. At first, I’d only play a song, or five minutes. Today I’ve clocked an hour and a half! And it’s still fun! And I’m not hurting as much as I used to.
Ties waiting for their turn in the light.
The two frogged and reworked. Still not striping up like I’d like.
And a new writing goal: 500 words a day starting today. And work 4 scenes a day on Folie à Plusieurs. But TrackBear is being a BEAR! So I need to find another way to keep track. I did get 637 words in a zoom sprint with Yvensong.
About 2/3s finished. Lots of black and dark colors make this a tough one.
Two more inches until the heel.
Scrappy Socks. About an inch until the heel. I have more scraps below.
Should I use this for the heel and ankle?
Two more inches until arch ribbing.
Piano is harder to show progress. Has anyone noticed that once the usual mistakes are eliminated almost regularly, that brand new mistakes pop up? Even still, I think I’m ready to tape another Warts and All. While polishing up old challenges, I have new ones I’m learning bit by bit. I’ll list them later. I’m running out of energy and words.
Our lives feel weird. We are blessed. But we admit to questions. My husband and I don’t necessarily believe in reincarnation. And in the case of the new cat who was born while her doppelganger lived with us it seems impossible. Oh, and by the way, we’ve finally got the close under the skirt, to find Shiloh is female.
So, we had Teddy from the time he was a young kitten.
Rosey was 12 when we rescued her.
Kali was an older dog when we adopted her.
Over a year ago we lost each ine over the rainbow bridge.
We felt the losses profoundly.
Even as we felt that, we knew there were furry friends who needed new forever homes.
Ginger=Teddy, Black cat=Rosey, Black and white dog=Kali
Manifesting, prayers, the screaming cries of our souls?
We are each feeling the gratitude and wonderment. We didn’t seek out replacements. As my vision board showed, I needed a small dog. My specifics were merely someone small enough for me to pick up.
Yet, somehow we got Sammie
Who is in hiding from the barking dog, he’s hiding near and behind the fridge. He’s getting braver.
Shiloh who is afraid of nothing.
Milo, our new doughnut dog.
Cat and dog doppelgangers. Living the dream.
This is me gently playing the A-Z challenge. Yes, I’m a day ahead but who knows how long that will last.
*”Instead of having such faith that things will turn out badly, why don’t you try to believe that they will turn out just fine–no matter what we do or don’t do? Do you really think that whoever is up there in heaven cares if we dance and sing and drink crémant?”
“What you are doing is believing, not thinking. It’s a choice. The problem is that you do not believe in something that makes you happy, What’s the point of that?”
Okay, it’s a two-fer! Shoot, let me count again. A six-fer? I found that last quote by Laura Bradbury in *The Grape Series #6, My Grape Escape. Laura and her husband may actually be putting a bid on a house in France. She’s afraid she will jinx it by drinking to it.
I’m going to stick to Laura’s husband, Franck, and state the thing I’ve been afraid to jinx. The good news that my son gave me is that his girlfriend will bring us a dog and cat soon. The previous owners have to move and can’t take the animals. She asked if we wanted them, and without a beat, I said YES! <–That loud, too! And that, the day after, I colored these cuties (a coloring app on my Fire) and put the picture on my front door as a sort of vision board.
So, yeah. That snap, crackle, and pop and trio of groans are from my son, my brother, and I after rearranging Dar’s Dabbling Den. It was a LOT of work. But worth it.
Part of this is for the exciting thing I don’t want to jinx by speaking it.
Also, I wanted my keyboard to work on improv and composition for this year’s goal.
Nothing much changed with the piano. Except in all the music I found one of my favorite songs, Ash Grove. I can play it on my soprano recorder. But this is the one I learned in voice class. It was worming through my head as my family and I gathered when my grandmother was passing. I felt badly when my cousin asked me to sing. I couldn’t remember the words, nor could I come up with another song at the moment.
Oops! I forgot to move the wig stand and vases. Of course, they’ll need a new home. The silver thing at the fold of the keyboard stand is a music stand. His name is Fernand.
This is the diamond painting area, or other art attempts. The little shelf behind stands on our old dining table. It’s still strong but we never use it due to surface damage. For now, it holds bottled water and now my ‘arts’ shelves.
Stepping back, you see my room dividers a bookshelf and an old screen. Sorry, I accidentally left the box of cleaning supplies. Oh, well. You get the idea.
I’m going to be happy with this new room. My body is going to hate me. I’m so blessed to have David and Dana here to help out.
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.
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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