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 .
Tag Archive: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
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!
As my anxiety for daily blog not done piqued, I turned off my audiobook, and decided to peek into my Spotify app. Mostly I found a mountain of podcasts I’m behind on. After getting past the peak of Mount Podcast, I walked Into the Woods.
That gave me a Stream–and a smile! How I miss my traveling music. And traveling! So it’s Into the Woods!
Hit or Miss? Miss Who? Not the Doctor? I miss that show.
I know. My heart is hiding from the deeper missives. Being 76 means my misses are greater than they ever were. I’m grateful for their presence in my life physically, and the spirits I feel and converse with. Sadly, their jabs and jokes seem so much like my own.
A miss is as good as a mile, they say. Did my stream grow to the size of the Mississippi?
Anybody watch the series “From” ? When I saw the prompt I thought about how guests are brought in and don’t escape.
At this point, the streams fork out and I can’t keep track with these ole fingers and eyes. So that’s it.
By the way, if you don’t like horror, and I think this is far scarier than The Walking Dead, maybe pass it by. I’m still undecided. I watched while knitting or playing games on my tablet so I don’t get hooked in.
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.
Holding up the princess dress with the empire-waist, she admired the illusion. She could be the empress. But there on the wall, the hand print. Blood?
She remembered the bare foot imprint in the flower garden. They were trying to impress her with their daring, trying to scare her.
It took her five minutes to dress and sweep her hair into the crown. She could impress, too.
Still biding her time, she bagged the crown and donned her long raincoat. She and the magician had a secret. Two more months.
Leaning against the tree, she felt the universe of power as she watched the interloper being eaten. The dragon wasn’t impressed. Still he winked. The empress was impressed.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โsweet.โ Use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
When you aren’t supposed to have sugar you have to find sweet elsewhere.
Here’s where I find it:
They are so adorable and fun. Better than a Snickers Bar for sure!
Darswords 
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