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There. Now that we’ve piled them up neatly we can start a good fire to keep us warm while we let our collective consciousness flow. Nice. Hot cocoa and marshmallows would be nice. But in all this imagining, I feel one consciousness. Everyone seems off on their own ventures so I guess this one is up to me. Pass the melty s’more? Please? Please? Please?
The empty echo reminded me that I may be one of the only folks in the world who has never had one of those yummy tidbits. Went camping with the family all of my childhood yet no one in my family had ever eaten one–at least back then. Now, with diabetes, I guess it is good no one is here to pass me one. They do sound decadent.
All this reminds me of those camping days. The family would go on three-week vacations. Mom saved up every penny and Dad saved up every bit of vacation time. I had a love-hate relationship with camping. I have memories of sitting up on the highest rocks with pencils, crayons, papers to draw on and lots of books. Those peaceful moments away from family were the best.
I have memories of sitting up on the highest rocks with pencils, crayons, papers to draw on and lots of books. Those peaceful moments away from family were the best.
Waking in the cold with the tiny pebbles eating their way through flattened blowup raft-bed, sleeping bag, and my very flesh. Not the best memory. Worse, waiting for the sun to warm the world enough to crawl out of the sleeping bag to make the mad rush to the stinky non-flushable toilet maddeningly painful.
Evening ranger talks and sing-a-longs with educational slides–wonderful! Daytime hikes with rangers to learn of local flora and fauna–Heavenly.
Dirty nails, dirty everything. Cold baths in the tent. Dragging heavy pails of water from the faucet that seemed miles away, getting to camp soaking wet from being splashed the whole way, then still having to wash dishes in the plastic container–Ugh!
Was it any wonder that by the time I was an adult I refused to camp unless there was an automatic dishwasher, washer, dryer, full bathroom facilities, comfy beds, etc.?
Still, I remember the time, BC (before children), that their father and I were forced to camp out under the stars. We got to camp too late to set up a tent.We zipped our sleeping bags together to make it cozy for the newlyweds we were. A biker had this campsite alone and he invited us to share his site. A little scary but he seemed nice. But the biker would prove to be the least of our worries.
As morning came around I heard bumping and crashing. An old pro at camping, I knew bears were looking for food. I was on my back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. Suddenly a big black nose was sniffing at my nose. I closed my eyes and hoped sniffing was all this brute was going to do. As soon as I felt the footsteps walking away, I nudged my husband and whispered, “Bear.”
No sooner had I said that there was a great big string of obscenities shouted as the biker woke to the same visitor. He scared the bear so much that the bear knocked everything off the table and cookstove and slid down the hill out of sight. The biker was pretty shook-up until he started laughing.
The bear had left a huge path of catsup, mustard, and other foods strewn all over then on either side of the bear butt prints all the way down the hill.
Good times! Let’s sing: The Bear Went Over the Mountain…
Now let’s recite: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck… Ah, never mind.
Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “wood/would.” Use one, use both, use them any way you would like. Have fun!
Thank you, Linda G Hill for a fun January! Whoever would have thought I would get through a whole month of blogging daily?
Hi Cyn Thank you for the prompt of the day. Incomplete.
Thank you, Linda G Hill for the fun of Just Jot It January!
Incomplete
Here are two hats and a scarf that I am currently working on. I always have three to five or more projects going at the same time. And that is true today. I have two more shawls and a doll and gloves all in various stages of incomplete. For many that would be unbearable. Especially, if they are goal oriented. But I have found that my hands hurt less when I switch around between projects. And some projects use all my concentration, those that take constant counting, like the green hat on the purple loom. The white hat on the light green oval loom is the most comfortable as it is loose with no counting. The scarf is just a garter stitch, knit a row purl coming back, on the smaller oval loom. Yes, all are incomplete but make me absolutely happy as I chug along. It isn’t the destination, as they say, it is the trip getting there. In this case, I go into physical shock when I’ve completed something. I need to find the next and get started NOW. That goes for my knitting and reading the most.
The Just Jot It January 26th prompt, brought to you by Kelli of Forty, c’est Fantastique! is: “Extraordinary.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Kelli as well! Here’s her blog: https://fortyandfantastique.wordpress.com/ .
Extraordinary
The only thing I can say is that life is extraordinary! I can’t believe how fast a day goes nowadays. How can that be when I am just at home not doing more than knitting (loom), hitting FaceBook, taking the dog out, doing dishes. You know, those ordinary things.
Okay, yesterday and today I felt the need to play a game or two. They’re those hidden objects games, Return to Ravenhearst and Love Story: A Beach Cottage. Every now and then I feel the need to change it up. I let time lapse between playing so I don’t get used to the games and they stay the challenge. I know, I don’t do the shoot ’em ups. Never could quite figure those out. My kids love them: EQ etc.
But I only played yesterday and today. These are the only time wasters I feel I have in my life. I do have the TV on. I do that so that I have something to distract me from my fibro. And it gives me background noise for the knitting. I need no meds if I can be distracted enough. I think that is better for me than any of the drugs the doctors have put me through.
The snow is melting. The sun was shining. That made today extraordinary. I actually stepped off the porch and walked a few feet with the dog and didn’t feel I was going to slip or soak my only-in-crocs feet. That was special. That and doing a Goggle Hang-0ut with a special friend.
Well, though I did do my Spanish for the day. I need to at least put in a few minutes on German before I go to bed. Hubby is already asleep. Vicodin is doing its job. Night, everyone, I hope your life is extraordinary, too!
Thank you, Linda G Hill for this fun blogging experience and all the help and encouragement along the way!
Compromise
Well, I just realized that my computer calendar says it is 12:32 AM on 1/25/2017. Yet I know for a fact that it is 11:34 on the 24th. Is there a compromise for this? I guess I will need to check the clock on my computer when I am finished writing all this. Hopefully, this is something fixable. I think it may have happened when we had our last fall back/spring forward thingie. I hate those and I guess my computer hates them, too.
Compromise seems to be something missing in the political system for quite some time now. That is very sad. And it has led us all into some really strange and scary times. But that is all I will say on that matter.
What might be even better is the way the mister and I handle our disgrumpiness. That is all I can call our disagreements. We are usually a bit grumpy and disagreeable when we need to find answers–we laugh. We make fun of ourselves and realize that being kind to each other will get us farther than grumping back and forth. It works for us and has for more than 2 decades. Choosing our battles and finding common ground within the ‘fight’ is indeed humor. The minute we can take ourselves lightly we can find what small compromises might be necessary but quite bearable.
Okay, I could go on but it is after midnight and I am sure I am late for this one for sure!
Thank you, Linda G Hill for JusJoJan and Ritu of But I Smile Anyway for the prompt.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I received this book free of charge from the author.
As my star rating shows. I liked this book. But of all the series and subseries in the S.M. Reine world this Mage Craft subseries about Marion and Seth’s strange love for each other and angels and gods and demons and hell hounds… oh my!
Look, don’t get me wrong. I love Ms. Reine’s writing and how she keeps things moving. And at least by this book, I am not needing a cast of characters chart to remember who everyone is. But still, once all our favorites are unidentifiable as angels and faceless gods. And the reader is left knowing the story is not over, just not a cliff hanger.
If you ever get the chance to read these series(es) by Sara Reine you will find yourself in worlds you know and yet, don’t know. Often stories take place in places like Reno or other real cities. Landmarks keep you anchored yet the manning of said city is not by people you know or would want to know in some cases. That keeps the story alive and real for a fantasy.
As I always recommend, start with the Six Moon Summer where you meet characters that stay with you through all the books. They don’t do a lot in some books but prove invaluable in others. It is always fun to meet them again and again. Like old friends. And maybe you will like this series far better than I did. I hope so. Sara Reine is quite prolific and keeps her readers wanting more!
Elusive
Time. Where did today go? I still haven’t done my Spanish and German on Duolingo for the day! I still haven’t written my JusJoJan. Time is probably the most elusive thing ever!
Okay, on top of my ordinary day, with my ordinary disabilities challenging me, I now have taken on my husband’s needs and jobs. Being retired, there isn’t that much to do, the lack of funds make a lot of things off limits (maids, etc.) but keeping up with little things is difficult for me regularly. GAH!!!!! And we have the discussion about all he feels he can do one handed while in pain. So dishes get done. Yay! Feeding and care of furries. Bigger Yay! But the feeding and care of we two humans is the hard part. Standing in the kitchen that you can see your breath in has to be done in quick spurts. Taking doggy outside BRRRRR!
Oh, wait! This isn’t Stream of Consciousness Saturday! But that is what is happening in my head. One shiny chicken after another! Oh! And I got some new looms that I learned about from LoomAHat.com and bought for lots less on sale at WalMart.com I have a scarf in the making for my brother right now.
Maybe it isn’t time that is the elusive thing here. Maybe it is my brain!
Contempt
This word is as bad, to my soul, as hate. I see no good in it. I see no recovery from it. If you get to that level of emotion you have passed up many experiences to grow. Before this place, you could leave. You could communicate your frustrations. You could march. You could find a new way of looking at things, for maybe you have ruminated on your problem too long and not aired it out, discussed it with someone neutral. Our minds do get sucked into a whirlpool of the same thoughts over and over. We get stuck. There is no need for hate or contempt. It only ruins you, not the target of that emotion. Find a way around. Find the good in the situation or person. For no one is pure good or bad.
I didn’t want to write on this word. It took me all day to get around to trying. But once again I feel the writing on it helped me feel less afraid of the concept. This was a good prompt even if uncomfortable.
Thank you, Rosemary for this prompt.
Thank you, Linda G Hill for the idea of Just Jot it January!
Glass
Habits are like glass. Just as the sand glass is made from can be an irritant in your shoe or your food, some habits can irritate us. Smoking, eating the wrong foods, not getting enough sleep or exercise are those irritating habits we need to work on. But there are other habits we need to work on.
My friends and I have been trying to find ways to get good habits back into our lives, specifically journaling daily, or cleaning those trouble spots in the house, or getting that walk in (no chance on this ice around here right now).
If I work on the habits I want to form, I consider it putting the fire on unformed sand to make a lump and blowing air into it. January first I thought this Just Jot it January to be a good way to form my journaling habit. It was a grain of thought then. Now I am seeing the end of the month and realize that I have a bit of an idea how this habit will be when it is well formed. I realize I still have to keep blowing the life into this to get more form to it. But it is beginning to take shape.
And now the irritant is just a bit of a nudge. I hear my inner voice saying, just jot something down. It doesn’t take much. It’s just a tiny step to typing from cruising the internets, especially FaceBook, to a form of thoughts for the day. Once I’m typing it seems pretty easy to just keep on.
Isn’t it interesting how a grain of sand can make glass to hold water to drink or pearls for decoration? That glass can even hold sand in various colors–future glass or pearls to form.
Okay, this stream of consciousness is either in lump form or ready to break into a million pieces. So I’ll let it sit in the form it’s in. After all, this is:
during:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “glass.” Use the word “glass,” or find something that’s made of it and use that in your post. Have fun! Thank you, Linda G Hill for this new addiction!
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