It’s raining, it’s pouring…
The humidity affecting every pore.
Poor kitties and puppies experiencing loud scary thunder and lightning.
And yet the downpour drenches us in cats and dogs.
Sorry. Some streams probably need to be dammed. ๐
Tag Archive: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Well, it must be the season of the itch.
Yeah, all the allergies are flaring.
Or were you expecting witch? Yes, I did just finish reading All Souls 1-5, A Discovery of Witches series.
And yes, I am wishing for a new forever female canine. Ha! Gotcha!!!!
So try not to fall in the ditch as I write my best pitch. I might have one or more glitch.
But here’s the hitch:
Guess this won’t lead to be ri(t)ch.
Well, it’s the same ole story. Yesterday I found a mistake a few rows back and today I’ve been Tinking back. I still haven’t reached the boo-boo. And I find the number of stitches on each needle is so different I’m going to have to get creative to get the number to match. Or tink even farther. Ugh!
When I was a young adult, my grandmothers had Alzheimer’s. Yeah. Both maternal and paternal. So when you all wonder why I work so hard at languages and learning new things and puzzling things like Sudoku, that is a fight I’m on. I’ve not been diagnosed, but at 74 I’m being as vigilant as I can.
And yes, I do repeat stories. I have since I was a child. Most people do. Maybe they don’t realize it. Or maybe they are trying to work something out in this retelling. I remember my grandmothers would tell a story once again and folks would criticize them. But I listened and saw they changed the story a bit each retelling. Sometimes I learned something new about them or others. Sometimes it just was their story. A thing that made them. How I’d love to hear them repeat one of their old tales to me again.
Think about how kids love hearing a book read to them for the umpteenth time. They’re working the story out. The rhythms, the rhymes, how it all works.
I have learned to reread or rewatch things as each time I pick up just a bit more. Not only the story but about writing, directing, acting. Or maybe more about how people differ in their relationships.
Old stories are still packed with nuggets we can learn from. Whether we are telling them or an audience member.
If a day isn’t going well, I can search for a funny and if not laugh, at least feel better.
Besides, that orange cat reminds me of the kittens we are going to adopt as soon as they are weaned, fixed, and wormed. And guess what! There is a black one. So we may again have a black kitty and a ginger! And hopefully we can find homes for the rest. There are always feral cats around here. We are trying to contain what we can.
I thought, ‘What a waste of our forests.’ I didn’t realize what we lost as we went paperless. I’ve yet to subscribe to newspapers and magazines online. They are much harder to read and enjoy in that form. I miss newspaper, magazine, and book smells. And I HATE all the ads!
And as much as I asked for paperless bills, there are still enough envelopes to keep lists of groceries or random notes scattered next to me every chair.
When everything came in the mail I had files to keep things organized. My eyes didn’t like reading things online. Even my thousands of Kindle books are difficult. Thank goodness for text-to-speech and Audiobooks.
I really want to save the trees. But a journal calls to my pen and artsy self.
Still, you won’t see me doing NaNoWriMo by hand. The yes are safe with that pursuit. Unless I ever reach a publisher desk!
Meanwhile, can you do this with your electrical device?
I sound old fashioned. I used to love the new-fangled electronics. We started with a Commodore 64. Way back! I love all the apps and games we’ve experienced since. Just can’t sit with them 24/7. I learned to play Sudoku from some. But suddenly I’m apologizing to the trees. I love working the puzzles on paper books.
I hope there’s a way to work these things out that are pro-environment and easy on eye and arthritic hands.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โchicken or egg.โ Use the โwhich came firstโ conundrum in your post, whether about the chicken and the egg or about a real-life situation that fits the question. Or just talk about chickens and eggs! Enjoy!
There are so many times in life that you wonder what came first the pain or the fear. Sometimes the very thing you fear brings the pain you most dread. Worried about stepping on glass you bump your head. Ya know what I mean? The thing you were alerted to had you blind to something you never thought of.
We’ve just finished bingeing Cesar Milan’s show on Disney. I’m trying to train myself to get ready for my new fur baby when the time comes. Cesar sees many people who have been traumatized by dog bites. And those animals were traumatized by past people. Now the new pet and parent have to overcome their fears and learn to trust each other.
The lesson is to control yourself in the moment. Be present. Trust you’ll know what to do.
My favorite word. Except on long drives is water. I’ve taken more pics of the stuff than anything else while on this adventure.
And then from the ferry to Seattle:
I love when you can taste the water in the air. Sea breeze saltiness. Ummm. Water.
Summer used to be my favorite season. To sum it up: swimming. I would be in the water 24/7 if I could. From the time of my first lesson, I think I was 11 or 12, I knew my inner spirit was a mermaid.
I challenged myself to swim from one end of the pool to the other in one breath.
Though I took the diving challenges, low board or high, I hated the time it took me out of the water. Although overcoming my fear of heights was tough, once mastered, I gave it up to be in the pool.
In seventh grade I was able to take lifesaving and be a part of a swim team. I didn’t get to finish the course. Nor did I get to continue the competitions. I suffered a severe case of swimmer’s ear that put me to bed the rest of the summer. It wasn’t the earache that caused the most pain. I cried daily for what I was missing. I’ve since learned how to keep my ears dry between swims.
Summer also meant camp and camping. Every year my folks took the family on 3-week vacations. To save money it was always camping. Our favorite system was to go to Sequoia, Yosemite, and Bass Lake. Swimming in the lakes made me happy.
As a teen, Sunshine Superman played as we had many trips to the beach.
I found I loved the beach as much as the pool. Salt water. Sand. Bodysurfing. It became my favorite spot. But laps are too long in the ocean! And swimming under water wasn’t as much fun.
Living in the small community with no pools has been hard. Beaches are too far away. It is Lake County but we’ve yet to see the lakes. And they seem more for fishing than swimming. The one I plan to investigate this summer is actually a reservoir. But we’re told there are leeches. Ugh!
Another sad issue with summer now is the fires. Breathing becomes an issue.
But this summer is starting with the possibility of a really fun road trip. And maybe a swim? Our fears are fires and or snow. I know! But tonight we have to drip. A freeze. June!!!
But I plan on challenging summer this year. Please bring water and fresh air!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โrecipe.โ Use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
There was a me in days of raising for kiddos, that recipes were important. My favorite was No Excuse Bread. I would make it a couple nights a week. Pop up early (another non-Dar thing to do) and bake the loaves. Nothing is yummier than fresh bread with honey!
I can’t find my La Leche League cookbook at the moment but you can find the recipe here. Enjoy!
Our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is:ย What’s that Smell?
We live in the Oregon Outback. When most of us think of Oregon we picture GREEN. We live in the desert. Our green isn’t trees. Rather, mostly sagebrush.
Ooh, the marvelous smell of spring green sage in a breeze. It is only topped by that marvels of the alfalfa fields during watering or cutting. Wow!
If we long for the piney smells a short drive 12 miles can bring us to a campground. A little farther in another direction are the mountains that hold all kinds of wonders.
But here, in this house, we often shout that phrase. “What is that smell?”
To start out I live with three other people. Male adults. None of us are the most organized or extremely hygienic.
Back to the outside. Critters scurry everywhere. Mice are the worst. Our old lady cat no longer finds the chase worthwhile.
There are a couple strays outside. They do help. But they also caught a little rabbit who was playing lawnmower. ๐ฅ
Then there are the birds that insist on living in the eaves of our house. We’ve blocked them out. After they move out.
So that smell…
Pass the Lysol, please!
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