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Echoes are fantastic. Going out into a rock quarry or empty house and shouting gives you your words back, well at least partially. Then there’s the crazy saying that ducks don’t echo. Mythbusters tried to prove it.

The word echo could mean repeat. Which brings up the fact that I love watching things over and over. Because, as I’ve said before, I watch things just to keep my mind busy while I knit. Oh, wait. Reverse that. Truth is, I don’t pay close attention to the show I’m watching. My family teases me when I have to ask, “Did I see that already?” Even if I remember seeing it, if I liked it I don’t mind watching it over and over as I pick up something new. Now that the story/plot is known to me, how did the actors play their character? Wow, that music. Pirates of the Caribbean movies or Game of Thrones binges get echoed most.

Antacids prevent digestive echoes.

Maybe déjà vu is a sort of psychic echo? Serendipity an echo of yesterday’s prompt could be a temporal echo?

Maybe ghosts are spiritual echoes?

As children, we learn through echoing information, words, multiplication facts. Could it be all echoes are helping us learn?

This was quite an interesting prompt for me. Thank you, Lady Lee! Thank you Linda, for Just Jot It January.

 


I can remember the first time I heard the word ‘Serendipity’. I don’t know why I learned it or even the year. What I remember is an excitement to know the word. Then I remember watching for it to happen. And it happened a lot!

It was years later that the movie came out.

I liked it so much I bought the DVD. But somehow their serendipitous adventure paled to many of mine at the time. Mine were not romantic encounters but manifestations I felt, in part, I drew to me.

As much as I want to give you a list of these happenings, I feel my brain is not up to that task right now. The closest I can come is how a few years ago when I lived in Reno, I couldn’t afford yarn. My fibromyalgia was worse in Reno. Again, I don’t know why. But I found that if I could keep my hands busy I could distract myself from the pain. So I started making things of plarn.

Stacking containers for folded plastic bags or sliced strips to crochet with and plarn balls.

The bag-bag chair. Was a laundry bag but the cats like it so much when I filled it with plastic bags for future projects when we moved. It is similar to a bean bag chair in size and comfort. But like I said, this belongs to the cats now.

This is one of the small containers I use for little bits.

If you look back into this blog and on my Ravelry page you’ll see a lot of fun ideas that kept me feeling less pain. Until crocheting itself started hurting. I still have a lot of those projects and they are still in use. Nice to know all those stupid bags became useful items.

Then we moved here and I learned of the Hat Huggers who have tons of donated yarn for donated comfort items. The leader taught me to loom knit and the rest is history. Someone else’s comfort is the result of my own comfort. I think of this as a serendipitous adventure. Though I could still work with plarn and I have lots made into balls ready for crochet (loom knitting it isn’t as easy, nor is needle knitting it as workable.) And maybe if I get bored I will go back and make a few things. Until then I’m looming a 10-stitch blanket, socks for my brother and lots more hats and toys.

I’m not so good at directing serendipity or manifesting. Because if I could, I wouldn’t mind making enough money to have my own yarn to make things for me. The donated yarn can go to my family and friends as long as I make sure to claim it on the rosters. Still, I want to go to a store and pick out the soft stuff and know it will be my own hat or my dog’s sweater. Or my own sweater? Or money to buy one– or more skeins of yarn.

Or meet the next teacher of my path. Maybe they’ll have yarn?

So this was a yarn about serendipity. For some reason, I feel I should apologize. I wish I was more alert today as I know I have stories of cars and houses that happened and lots of new friends. Just not specific ones for now. When I think of them I’ll post them, okay?

Thank you, Linda, for Jotting fun. Thank you, Jill, for another chance to remember a beautiful word, Serendipity, full of blessings.

 

 


I’m sorry to have to combine days but, well, life, ya know?

First, I was busy making these while binge-watching shows on television.

A friend’s daughter had a baby boy. By the way, the snowman is for the big sister. The octopus is my own creation. The hat and booties are the patterns from the KB Baby Looms.

The snowman is from Scarlett Royal.

Then I got busy thinking that working my 10-stitch afghan to keep warm while in my living room. But it had been nearly a year since I worked on it and I couldn’t get it to work right. I’d forgotten how I was working it. It was lap-size that that point. I was really unhappy with it all so I frogged it. The whole thing. It took most of the day. (Frogged=unraveled=ripped. Sounds like ribbit, get it?) I kind of like doing that as I know I will have more yarn. I like the sound of the ripping. But then I make yarn cakes with my  Yarn Winder.

I don’t often make that many cakes in a day. I couldn’t sleep last night for the pain in my winding arm. I still didn’t finish until mid-day today. Then I started my new 10-Stitch using Kristen Mangus’s pattern. I’ve made about five inches now, Can’t wait until it can keep me warm again.

Meanwhile, there was no need for companionship as this one is always within my reach, like now.

Isn’t that one of the sweetest faces around? And she understands a lot more than a lot of people!

Jot It 18th

Streaming and Jotting 19th

Television prompt

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I don’t know why but this prompt is bringing this ole castor bean back up. I don’t have time to go look it up (I did anyway!) but I’m sure if I’m wrong someone will let me know. It is something my dad use to pull around us kids. He’d asked what the name of the great falls was. Yeah, we knew the job was dangerous when we took it.

Answer: (Just get it over with) Niagra Falls.

(I can hear every baby boomer out there already reciting.)

Dad: Niagra Falls. (He’d look at as with crazy eyes.) Slowly I turned. (he’d turn and walk slowly toward us) Step by step.

By now we are over trying to be cool and giggling nearly uncontrollably. Dad was the sense of humor in our house, in our church, at work, everywhere. I do miss him.

By the way, I believe that was from the Three Stooges.

I couldn’t resist. I had to look it up. And look what I found!

 

And

What was that all about? Ah, those crazy people in the fifties!

Hopefully, by now, you’ve heard the prompt a bunch of times. “Inch by inch.”

Jot It and Prompt: Thanks, John!

By the way, if you copy and paste that middle one into your browser it should bring up YouTube with Abbott and Costello. I don’t know why it didn’t just form here–and maybe it will and my computer is just being weird, again.


I guess I never capture the page before I got busy. Way back a couple months ago I decided to watercolor in the sky. Bad idea and it discouraged me. I didn’t want to touch it again.

Since it is One-Liner Wednesday I thought maybe I should make use of the extra time and pulled it out and determined to finish it.

Here is the finished product:

I kind of like it now. And I’ve already taken the picture of the next one so I’me ahead of the game.

Once again, the Escapist Coloring Club is brought to us by the every busy, Linda G. Hill. Thanks for all your ideas!


Time and tide wait for no one, but nine months can outlast all! (This is me waiting for a friend to give birth–and how I felt with each of my four!)

Jotting the One-Liner. Thanks, Linda!


And may I add that today I feel like a lump of Plaster of Paris. I have been doing the same Chair Yoga almost every day this month so it isn’t as though I am doing a lot of exercises but it seems all I can do.

Maybe it is the crazy weather. I was beginning to think we would have an early spring. 17 days until GroundHog’s Day after all. But I woke to snow. Much as melted away. For the next few days, we are expecting rain and or snow. So maybe this is the changes in barometric pressure. Bah!

Just Jot. Prompt Paris.


Reflection

Though I know this isn’t the reality, I always thought that Diana Ross followed me around as a teen. It seems like when something happened in my life she came out with a song that reflected it.

My favorite was Reflections. I loved that beginning. Here’s a reminder for those who might have forgotten this great hit.

On a deeper reflection blue ocean blue skies. Beauty worth poets.

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(How’s that for royalty free?)

 

More shallow: Who is that old woman who looks at me from the mirror?

This fun is part of Just Jot It January. Reflection is Janet’s

Happy Monday!


Undiscovered

When I first saw the prompt I thought it said Undiscover. “What?” I asked the room. “Is that anything like unsee? Like I will NEVER be able to unsee THAT!”

I worked on that presumption all day. I got nothing.

Finally, I got to the writing time and took a fresh look at the prompt. “OH!”

Things to add to today’s previously undiscovered things:

A new wrinkle

A new idea

A series or movie

A blog

A pattern

A new ache or pain

A new book

A great Chair Yoga

A new FaceBook meme

A new appreciation for old friends or family

A new sound in outer space

A new baby(?)

Some of these previously undiscovered things are as local as personal. Others reach out a bit. Exaggerate much?

While most of these are merely life happenings. Imagine the time when humans had undiscovered lands and people. Exciting. Yet scary. Imagine leaving your loved ones to go off and discover what may be there–or not. Makes an undiscovered wrinkle or pain a minor wrinkle.

I wish at this age I had the energy to get up and go like I could when younger. Discovery and adventure were more than just in books or movies. Maybe that Chair Yoga will give me what I need to bring some of that back. What do you think?

Jotted because of Linda. Previously undiscovered blog of prompt.


Okay, since this is supposed to be a stream, I will let my head go and let the fingers follow.

Art. Art and Music were always my favorite subjects in school. I can’t imagine getting through school without them. And you want to know something funny? I always felt the teachers gave me ‘A’s in those classes because they felt sorry for me.

That is silly to think it now because I rarely got lower than ‘C’s. If I flunked everything I could understand that thought process but that wasn’t the case. In fact, I dumbed down in school as I was afraid to stick out as a nerd or smartypants.

The classes I did worse in were Geometry and Fourth year Art. Geometry just never made sense to me. More about that later. The Art class I nearly flunked? I was in ninth grade. It was because of the high grades previously that they put me into senior Art. That would have been exciting but without having that teacher before I found the class confusing.

First of all, we didn’t ever do art. It was a daily class of taking notes the teacher wrote on the board. My mom was proud of me qualifying for that class but I complained about it every day. She told me to stick it out. The grade would result from handing in the notebook of notes at the end of the semester. I wanted to draw or learn to paint. I got the note to take home that I was failing the class. I had to stay after school every day to do the note-taking. Ended up I got a ‘C’. And I’d like to say I didn’t learn anything. But I learned a lot about perspective and actually can still see some of my notes with illustrations in my head. The teacher was crazy and often spoke of meeting space aliens. That should have been fun for me as I’m a sci-fi fan from way back. But he harped on it so often that I was worried about people being taken. Distractions from art.

Just a quick note. I squeaked by with a ‘D’ in Geometry. Once again daily after school with a lot more help. One of the smarty nerds tried to help me. The teacher tied to help me. I still don’t get it. I loved Algebra. But that class did me in! Glad they didn’t flunk me.

Remember how I said I can still see pages of the notebook from that Art class way back then? That is a common theme of how I have remembered things all my life. In classes, as I take notes (notice present tense) I would draw in the margins or even try to make my notes as illustrated as possible. Any doodle will do, though. Somehow I could remember the page of notes by the pictures I drew. Even in college, even if I take a class online now, drawing helps me remember.

Another memory thing I’ve discovered lately is when I am knitting something it seems to connect to that cellular memory. Well, I guess that is what it is. Does it happen to you? When I pick up the project the next day I can remember what I was watching or what conversations I was having when I last touched it. I think that is my art memory popping up. When I see that project finished in other times I still feel the memory. Weird?

In my Music History class in college, I found another kind of art helped me. I have never been very good with names and dates of history classes. In this class, I found that if I made a story of the names and dates or terms I could get all the answers. It worked so well that my classmates would ask me to tell them the story before the test. They started getting better grades, too. The only example I can think of now had to do with the Hippodrome. I pictured Disney’s crocs and hippos dancing ballet and somehow that helped. The sad part is, I can remember the pictures of the story but not why I memorized them. So that only worked on the short term for tests. Storytelling is an art, too.

The same visual effects worked for memorizing piano music. I could see cartoon cats chasing cartoon mice across the keys.

Just working on Escapist Coloring for Linda’s other fun blogging adventure, brings that art memory back.

Am I the only one this arty thing happens to? This makes me think. Since my grandmothers, both died of Alzheimer’s, I hold a huge fear of this disease. Maybe I need to start doing a lot more art to keep that part of my brain working. How does it help old people that have it? Are there studies out there about this?

On an aside, I find when I play oldies but goodies I feel the feeling of those bygone days. I’ve told my people that if I get the big “A” play those for me from the ’60s and ’80s to making wake the brain.

SO… I hope you didn’t need a canoe to go with me down this Stream. And I certainly got a lot of Jot out of it. Hope it was good for you.

Thanks to Linda G. Hill for #Just Jot It January and #Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

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