Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “mostly/at least.” Use one, use ’em both, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if they both appear in your post. Enjoy!
I’m mostly feeling better. At least my fever is less than it has been. And mostly we have the Internet. Well, sort of. Tomorrow’s church service in Zoom will be the test. If not at least we can watch it on Facebook. Not as interactive as I like it, as you can chat with others in Zoom.
This next week I will start deleting and deciding if I want to go to a higher level on WordPress. I seem to be in delete mode for a lot of my programs. Heck, I need to start eliminating junk around the house, too.
Mostly WordPress. At least the motivation is there. Stay to see if you think follow-through will happen.
Per Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “chews/choose.” Use one, use ’em both, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you get ’em both in. Have fun!
Choosing between this and that can be difficult at best. Especially if you are not great at making choices. I will chew on a decision for hours, even seemingly easy selections. A salad or frozen veggies? Yogurt or cottage cheese, chocolate or caramel. Trying to be healthy makes the decision for me, sadly. And beyond that most preferences aren’t life or death. Most aren’t even resulting in monetary wealth or poverty. Yet, I can be frozen as if the wrong alternative will be the end of the world.
Others could already be chewing happily on their appetizers while I’m dazzled by the menu like a deer in headlights.
And we only go out once or twice a year! You’d think it would be easy. Just pick something!
This isn’t just a food thing. I need to call someone. Who to call, when to call, should I even call? Usually the day goes by and I realize I never called anyone. Every decision of my life seems of equal depth. I know it shouldn’t be that way. I know other people just move along doing life.
Me? Let me chew on it. I’ll let you know in my next life.😥
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the first 3 words of the first full sentence.” Okay, follow me here. This is what I want you to do: 1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. 2. Open it to a random page. 3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page. 4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post, then take it from there–write whatever comes to mind. That’s it! Have fun!
Page 46, #369
Memory is necessary… Duh!
Most of the easy to grab books from my recliner are knitting or crochet ones. Or writing. This book was part of the inspiration for last year’s NaNoWriMo. Pensées, French for Reflexions. The book is dry but there are pearls of wisdom along with some biased thoughts education and reason can overcome.
By the way, the full quote is: Memory is necessary for all the operations of reason. So much better than: To create an airy grid texture, crochet using the TSS into the back bump of the Return Row (see chapter Stitch Bars, picture E, No. 5).
Although, come to think of it: To create an… Leaves lots to a far different blog entry.
Early in the morning and late in the evening smoke envelopes our Valley. The visibility is about 2 miles. Two fires in Oregon are still blazing. Thankfully they aren’t near us. I feel sorry for those in the vicinity of the Bedrock fire, Eugene, I think, and the Flat fire in Brookings. I hope those citizens are feeling okay.
I wish for my friends there, to be enveloped in love, good health, and hugs.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pick a number.” Choose a number—any number—and write about it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Thanks, Linda!Yarn vomit, again!
For the umpteenth time I’m ripping out the heel of this sock. This is a frustrating part of learning something new. I’ve not enjoyed needle knitted wrap and turns. ADD claims me and I lose my place. A LOT.
That was why I found the Fleegle Heel so helpful. It’s kind of funny, I enjoyed wrap and turns on the loom. But it was easy to see where I left off, most of the time.
This new method is a variation of the wrap and turn. It’s a Shadow Wrap. It does look nicer, almost disappearing into the fabric.
I’m looking forward to trying Fishlip socks. But I have to finish my No See Sneaker Socks first.
There’s a reason this is where my stream took me , for the umpteenth time. I’ll get it yet!🤪😂🤣
Not one to compete against others, I find it hard to believe others care so little about each other to want to win. I have played board games with a group of people who cared more for teaching the game and strategies over pride of who came in first.
Once everyone felt confident in the game we laughed and encouraged each other. Often the newbie to the game won. What pleasure the whole procedure was. Even when others won.
Two of my favorite games.
On the other hand, I am always in competition with myself. I love learning something new and growing in confidence and control. When I feel I’ve mastered a stitch or game, I know I’ve won
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sap/spa/asp/pas/PSA.” Use one, use them all, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use them all. Enjoy!
PSA: This day has been dedicated to the following hat. Though I ran out of the colorway of the bottom of the hat, I think the one with brown still worked out. If you want details check out yesterday’s blog.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “record.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
I haven’t been camping since my children were small. Here I am at 73 trying to do the rugged adventure. And just diagnosed with diverticulitis. But the antibiotics were gone as were the fever and need for a bland diet. I was/am still tired and had/have to pace myself. That’s how I packed. Part of me nearly melting in tears like a toddler. I can’t do this! What am I thinking?
For the record, this week has been just that.
Somehow I was ready. I had a huge list and did nearly my young self type of packing. But now beyond drawing and coloring and letter writing materials, I brought my knitting, a pair of socks nearly finished and a hat. There was also a Sudoku booklet and a word search book. I had two books downloaded to my phone. I figured I didn’t need my Fires for bedtime shutdown. But my phone lost all the battery the first day.
So my exhausted first night was a word search. Boring! No brain for Sudoku no comfortable seating for knitting.
After we set up the tent and camp we finally sat in our chairs. That’s when our new friends showed up. Although there were dozens of chipmunks scurrying around one little guy came and let me talk to it. He got closer and closer. I shared a bit of crackers with him.
Not my chipmunk. A free source pic.
Then Mr. Robin Redbreast flew near. He liked chatting with us.
Free source pic.
We were so lucky the restroom was just feet away. They were clean and well lit. There were even showers. That made those inevitable night trips a little less scary.
My first night was miserable. I hadn’t blown up the mattress quite as taut as I should. It was very uncomfortable. And OH SO COLD around 4AM. Lessons learned.
Day two I spent the time with the pump and mattress. And we drove a few miles to town and got the things we needed. I got another sleeping bag to cover while lying on the first one.
Backing up. Speaking of the distance. There were detours due to road maintenance. What should have been a short trip to camp that first day seemed nearly an hour. So we were fortunate to learn an alternate way back to town
We got a lot of steps in while shopping so we sat in our chairs a bit when we got back. We ate the wraps we picked up at Trader Joe’s. My chipmunk friend showed up. I shared bits of my wrap. He actually stood up and looked us in the eyes. It seemed to be a thanks for the food.
Mr. Robin brought either his wife or a large offspring. She opened her beak to him. Feed me! She said in bird.
I told my friend how when we were kids on our annual three-week campout my dad would lay back in his lounger and chatter with Blue Jays. Just that moment one flew nearby. But I guess I don’t know their language as he flew away.
Now we had what was needed to start a fire. My friend had more experience so I stayed out of the way. But the logs we bought didn’t want to start. I finally got up and walked to the restroom. When I got back she showed me a picture of how the fire had taken. But sadly it had diminished to smoke and hot spots. Oh, well.
We had talked about staying one more night but the reality of the rental car made us realize this was our last night.
This night I slept like a baby. Even if my bedtime ritual was another couple word searches.
The cold morning wasn’t bone deep. And faded to warm as we woke.
Again we tried to start a fire. But once again I made instant coffee with the hot water from the faucet. Lucky that was there.
Intermittent fasting is still my thing, so I didn’t need a breakfast.
We knew we were leaving this day so we broke down a lot of camp.
To cool off we went in search of the river. With a bit of a hike, we found and waded in it.
Back at camp we did a bit more decamping.
Friends from a nearby town came to visit with us. That was fun.
When they left it was time to finish breaking camp. Folding up the tent and tarps. It was so hot by now that we had to do things in short spurts. We are both prone to heat stroke so we needed to be careful.
The tent was easy. The hard part was getting everything in the car so that our stuff was easy to separate as I was only two hours away. My friend had another six hours to her home.
I was so glad to get home and unpack. I felt sorry my friend had so much driving yet to go. But she made it home safely
This was such a fun trip that we both are looking forward to another camping trip soon. Am I rugged? I’m getting there?
I hate acronyms. This shortcut has made many communication attempts backfire. Heck, an example is LOL. Locks of love, lots of love, laugh out loud. Suppose you were laughing when your significant other was pleading their love?
Many books have acronyms. If spelled out often enough the brain can decipher the initials but if only once or twice the reader can get quite confused.
Our world has become meme obsessed which includes an overabundance of acronyms. Ugh! And even worse for dyslexics.
Working on my series: Haven.
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