The difference between excuse and reason is often judged by others, and often causes us all confusion.
Tag Archive: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
I thought I’d show a motion picture to show what came to mind when I read the prompt. Okay, a video. It was the time when MTV played all day when my kids were teenagers.
this YouTube brought up emotions of my nieces, daughter and I had high note contest. I think Anna won back then. I miss those energetic times when we were all in perpetual motion .
I have used this prompt often over the past few weeks. And the push of cleaning then packing has me over done. So tired and sleepy. Time for bed, again!
Glance at a list of words starting with GL, and you will find yourself in a world of glitz and glamour, glad tidings of glory or land in the gory medical terms like glioblastoma and gliocytes.
Then there are the gloomy words of the gloaming. Well, that took a dark turn!
Most of all, I see another language Duolingo could teach me. GL-ish.
It’s happened to me often. That new skein of beautiful yarn, the bright shiny pattern pulling my itchy fingers to get busy.
I reach inside looking for the lone strand to start the cake. But yarn vomit erupts. It’ll be hours before this would look like something more than a bald gnome bawling balled up, and organized soft sock or toy.
Lately my daily travels have been from bed to recliner to bathroom. Rinse and repeat.
My energy is so low. I miss me. Ugh!
Drawing my own conclusions, as convenient and painful as it can be, illness can teach us a lot.
But I’d rather be drawing doodles .
Ah, Christmas Valley. High Desert of Oregon. It isn’t Santa or Noel you are famous for. It’s the wind.
Having lived in the High Desert of California where all the trees lean east, you’d think I’d be used to it. The constant wind.
And though it’s a nuisance and often scary with fires all around, it helps us stay cooler than many other cities. It’s a dry heat. Not so great for complexion, but easily cooler with swamp coolers.
Once the wind winds itself up, it is days of feeling sure a green lady on a bike will fly by.
I can’t decide if wind is better or worse in Winter than Summer. Like I mentioned, fire season makes the wind scary. And makes breathing outside difficult.
The super winds brings in you neighbors’ trash. Flying trampolines do happen out here.
I’m sure others thought of this. But I couldn’t resist:
Sooner or later we all are.
Remember when they told you that when you’re young, your parents know nothing. But when you grow up you realize they were geniuses.
Yeah. Somehow in my 60s my anger at my parents disappeared. Suddenly, in my 70s, I admire how much they knew, dealt with, and still managed to parent us. Now I miss them, especially my mom . I wish I could ask questions. But Mom barely made it to her 60s.
Mom was the holder of my memories. All those stories of what happened to me, how much do I really remember and how much was from her memory?
I wish I could sit down with all those who’ve gone before and learn why things happened or didn’t.
I find it interesting that families started earlier back then. Maybe tradition helped them do better? But Mom would have been better as a doctor, not a mother. She was so smart for the lack of continued education. She had to work. Then she had kids. Never did she have the chance to prove herself. And the trauma she dealt with on top of the feeling of unfulfillment is so sad looking back.
We pass so much to our offspring even when we try not to. Sometimes.
Why is it that when I start a blog with ideas, the spark dies? It’s like all the sparks crash into each other and explode as I get ready to write.
I hope my USAย neighbors are having a great holiday. We’ve been enjoying the ABC celebration until it became clear we needed to watch ID4. Tradition, ya know?
Milo is an old man. He barks at anything near his space, or sounds he’s not used to. His bark says, “Get off my lawn!” So the fireworks and sparkles are going to drive him crazy. My plans for tonight will be doggy hugs and gentle chatting.
I wish you all a safe one. Please, no fires!
Darswords 
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