You know why I think it is Monday? I am almost always more tired on Monday than the rest of the week. How is that? We do nothing more on the weekend than the other days of the week. But here I am wishing I had stayed in bed all day. Allergies are keeping me from breathing. Ah, but I got to enjoy zooming with the writers’ group. Kind of like this only on Zoom.
Oh, I think by tomorrow my daughter’s boyfriend’s first sock will be finished. It has taken a whole skein. That’s new for me as most fem socks leave a little at the end of the skein. Then sock number two is at the ribbing stage so it won’t be long until I can send a package of socks to them, Sure they might not get to wear them until late fall early winter as they do have wool and will be too hot for now, but I think they will like them. I do.
Have you had those kinds of days where what can go wrong isn’t what does go wrong, despite your best efforts to laugh it away?
Sunday is usually the ‘refresh’ day. But Zoom needed an update and the sound of the UU meet was horrid. Trying to fix that I pulled out my Bluetooth headset. Well, it seemed to grab everything but the laptop. And then the Fire tried to grab the phone. Then the phone made a call to my hubby with the name Chloe. What???? It was MY phone and number he received! And to top that I had to charge each of the tech items. So there were wires everywhere and I was stuck in the chair with all that on my lap.
Picture this with gray hair and a recliner instead of a desk:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spay/splay/spray.” Use one, use two, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!
I think we live in Pet Sematary. Remember poor dead rooster? The one that the neighbor dug a grave for and buried? Yeah, rooster and his look-a-like hen were in the chicken coop this morning. They look a little worse for wear, but they are up and free-ranging, waiting for crusts of my breakfast toast. Not a lot of crowing going on. The growl wasn’t of a zombie rooster but his normal weird growl that I think is suppose to scare predators.
Anyone hearing Twilight Zone or The Walking Dead music?
Speaking of the outside menagerie, When we moved here an orange cat came with the home. We couldn’t get too close. I don’t know if she was he or she. But without the bumps under the tail that our other ginger had before he was neutered, we had a neutered male, who we named Jasper. But if indeed she was she there would need to be a spay. On the stray. We finally decided she was she for lack of feline spraying. So we named her Jasmine. Though we fed her. We never could get near enough to try to take her to a vet.
Five years ago Jasmine looked pretty healthy even though an outdoor feral. She didn’t wander too far from home and never seemed to bring home kittens. Suddenly this year a little gray cat/older kitten showed up on the back porch. Cutest thing ever! Much more friendly than Jasmine. Does tricks on the porch rails and curls all over you if you extend your hand. We’ve named this one Smokey. Again we assume this one is female. This one we may be able to capture and take in for spaying.
Meanwhile, it’s been over a month since we saw Jasmine. And the last few times I saw her she was in the sun but looking so old and tired. I so wish we could have made her more comfortable. Then we didn’t see her anymore. Is Smokey hers? I don’t know. My brother thinks they have similar faces. But I don’t see it. Smokey is longer fur and such a different kind of personality. So when quarantine is lifted we will have to get her spayed. I hope that by that time we will feel comfortable letting her stay inside for the winter. I can see it now all three cats and Kali splayed out on my bed. I may never be able to get under my own covers! I wish I had a picture of her but I found this on Pixabay.com that looks a lot like Smokey.
The rest of–hey! It’s still Saturday! We celebrated number three son’s birthday by Zoom today. During that time all three offspring on the screen received alerts on their cells about rioting and calls for curfew in Reno. Wow! The tropes of the disaster movies flew through my brain. Luckily everyone I knew was already home and safe. Weird life in the days of #WhatDayIsItAnyway?
While talking with my friends today, there was a hubbub in the yard. I went out to see and found that a neighbor’s visitor’s dog had come into our yard and killed our rooster. That was so sad. The dog was young and the owner was so apologetic. The neighbor buried the rooster. I felt bad because it was his rooster that had migrated here to our yard quite a while ago. This rooster was so protective of the ‘girls’ that none of the hens were hurt. But I will miss his guarding our home and letting me know when it was time to give up the toast crusts. Yes, I share my breakfast with the fowl beings.
It was the hottest day for us so far. 91. I think. Lots of humidity. We got out the little AC and put it in the window. Tomorrow cooler but wind and thunderstorms are expected. I hope for the cloud to cloud lightning as we don’t need fires with all that is going on.
Yes, it was a Friday. Trash picked up and empty for another week of refuse.
Though not as gorgeous as my friend’s from Carson, (sorry I can’t share that one, not mine to share) we, too had a beautiful sunset.
That last picture looks like it was raining over the fields to the north. Just a little cloud, but it was doing its best.
Oh! And I got some pretty yarn I can’t wait to make more socks with.
A horrid humid day. I didn’t even knit much for the heat. But I watched these shows today. The first was Quartet. I found it deep diving in Netflix. I’m tired of their suggestions so I scrolled a long time. I don’t want to watch another teen show. I don’t want to watch perfect Barbie Doll women. I don’t want to watch shows all about men with a sprinkling of women like bell peppers in a stew. Ugh! Boring!
And there was Quartet. This is one I will watch a few more times. It felt like there was quality there, even though it was produced (I think) by Weinstein, and one of the characters was a sickening old horn-dog, a skank, a whore-man. The rest was a pure story about people getting older and living in a home for retired musicians.
It made me think (music major in another life, or so it seems now). I think if people try to be resilient, the things they sunk their heart and soul into can move into other things to sink into. Especially if you are somewhat creative, one passion can become many others. Or you learn that maybe you have to adjust Like Julie Andrews had to. Maybe writing children’s’ books become a passion with the fervor of singing. Anyway, here’s a trailer.
The passion I felt from this movie was similar to what I felt long ago watching White Knights, you know the two dancers from completely different worlds. I even went out and bought the coffee table book about it. I know, I know, it is two guys. It was before my goal of women movies. But passion is what I’m talking about here. Just thinking about this movie makes me want to look it up. I think I used to own it, but who knows.
After a siesta as it was too hot and humid to move, I started watching The Goldfinch on Amazon. Not nearly as good. I was distracted by other things, dishes, and boring stuff, so I had to restart it like five times to understand what it was about. I don’t feel I gained anything by watching it. But I wasn’t into deep thoughts, just needed noise in the background. I felt so sorry for the kid as he didn’t seem to get any good breaks. And with the depressing stuff going on, this wasn’t the right thing to watch. But maybe others will like it.
Yeah, she’s in it but not much.
Now it is cooling off so I think I will stand on the porch and enjoy the sky, apparently there is a lightning show to the east.
On a side note: Remember the cold weather complaints? Wasn’t that a couple days ago? Yeah, 84 today with plenty of humidity for feeling yucky. No to mention my silly dog was sick and shaking all night because of her obsession with kitty litter. So we are all tired today. She actually ate treats for being good. But then I daughter her over the litter again. Remind me why I like dogs?
Oh, yeah, yesterday was Memorial Day. We got our mail and the guys did shopping. That seems like Friday. But it’s Tuesday. The tension of the guys going and coming back always makes shopping/Post Office days scary and stink of bleach.
As a creator of the Havenverse (about 16 books now–none published), I needed this and will refer back often as I write and edit. Take the time to read the continuation on annerallen.com. Super helpful!
One of my personal writing issues is I tend to pack my books and stories with way too many characters. If a fascinating person walks into one of my stories, I feel it would be rude not to let them join the party. I suppose my inner Manners Doctor takes over. 🙂
This drives my editors batty. They think confusing the reader is worse than being rude to fictional people. And of course they’re right. They usually tell me I need to consolidate minor characters or eliminate them altogether. Someone even told me there’s a “rule” that a novel should have seven characters or less.
I’ve always been annoyed by all this. But this week I saw a thread in a readers’ Facebook group that helped me see the reader’s point of view.
Where has this day gone? I know I did a bit of knitting. I looked at my CampNaNo book from last month but never did any editing. I did add a prompt to work on tomorrow.
Oh, yeah I spent the day doing laundry. I still have one more basket to fold. Well, that’s exciting. Okay. I am grateful to have clothes, washer, and dryer. detergent and all. I am. Just tired.
It was a nicer day today (70) and tomorrow should be even warmer (72). We don’t have to drip the faucets. Another thing to be grateful for. I was glancing at photos from last year at this time and we had snow on the 21st. This whole winter was far less snow but way colder temps that just seemed like they’d never give up. Maybe we are on a warming trend. Please no 100s.
Okay. I know it was Sunday as we did the Zoomie church (UU) and CBS Sunday Morning. But no John Oliver to round it out.
I got on a kick and decided to watch Battlestar Galactic from the very beginning to see if I could get it this time. So season one from– I think–the seventies. Wow! The hairdos! I found the first season on SyFy the app. It seems like we were growing as a people. Though this is heavy in males, and the women were arm candy or mothers or both, at least the arm candy mothers were becoming pilots of the fighters.
I do love the shiny hair! And the boy and the dog robot. Oh, and heard the first FRACK!
May you have a nice Memorial Day tomorrow if you celebrate it where you are.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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One of my personal writing issues is I tend to pack my books and stories with way too many characters. If a fascinating person walks into one of my stories, I feel it would be rude not to let them join the party. I suppose my inner Manners Doctor takes over. 🙂
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