Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sight/site.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use them both. Have fun!
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you filled.” Think about the last thing you filled or the contents you filled it with and use one or both of those things as your prompt. Enjoy!
Once again, I played Sparklett’s Water person. As I needed to fill my water bottles and my morning drink cups.
I’m still on my intermittent fast through mid afternoon. But I drink a lot of water, coffee, and tea in the mornings. But first, a spoonful of Bragg’s vinegar in my first cup of water. Anybody else do this? I can’t tell you if it works or not. It is just part of my waking tradition.
Many people swear by the vinegar.
But many swear by coffee or tea. I cover all the bases drinks all these, along with lots of water. I try to get my fill.
Left alone, to my own devices… starts my stream. Is that the saying? Are we talking cellphones and laptops or is ‘devices’ even the word being used? Yep. That’s the word. But it doesn’t seem to be alluding to our electronics.
What it is about means more to those of us with ADD/ADHD. We can, whether left alone or not, get into a lot of trouble.
Take for instance, me, nine-months pregnant with my second baby. My first husband was away on a work assignment. I loved rearranging my furniture. With nesting bug setting in, it was worse. With carpeting, the full entertainment center should slide where I need it to. Not.
Suddenly the center snagged and tilted. The heavy TV threatened to fall off. One hand balanced the top shelf, the other held up the television. One foot holding the center in place. So I only had one foot. I angled it between the free wall that separated the living room from the kitchen and then I managed to grab the phone (no cellphone back then) with my toes. I pushed the buttons of the friends who lived nearby with my toes.
Though it seemed like hours of balancing, it had to have been less than five minutes. I think my oldest was still down for his nap when my friend tapped on the door. He came in when I loud-whispered, “Come in.”
I received the lecture about doing such things without another person around, especially when pregnant, as my friend rescued the TV and moved everything where I wanted it. He was like a second dad. He and his wife were such good friends to us. So he knew I would probably not hear the speech, but he felt obligated to give it anyway.
We both knew my husband wouldn’t even notice the new arrangement. And we both knew I’d do it again if left alone to my own devices.
You would think by now it would sink in: Daytime naps don’t help ease insomnia. Yet, when I’m tired and hurty during the day, that bed calls to me. I snuggle into the covers and soon find I’ve sunk into dreamland. I sleep so much better during the day. I keep the television on providing just enough distraction to slip right into a layer of the linen life. Sometimes I wake and find a valley in the bedding where my body sank in.
I don’t like being stuck in this habit so I plan to sleep with the Kindle Fire playing favorites from Netflix. Hopefully, I will see a more awake face tomorrow in the mirror above the bathroom sink.
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “stick.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Sticking to something is supposed to be a good thing. Yet sticking it to someone is bad. We sure are inconsistent with our language, don’t your think? 🤪
We’re enjoying our bike. We take turns and are surprised by how far we can go and stay in one spot. I hope we can stick to this new habit. My husband is far happier than he was with the treadmill. His arthritis is worse than mine so he needs low impact exercise. I’ll stick to walks a few days a week, then ride for miles in the living room.
Now for my other habits I need to grow or kill. And make it stick…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with over.” Find a word that starts with “over” and use it for your prompt. Enjoy!
Overwhelmed. I tend to get there. Easy. Too many passwords and ways to change them or keep them. Ugh! Hey, smart people help us less brilliant folks out.
Following this stream… It seems there aren’t enough hours in the day and energy to all the things I want to do or should do. Overwhelmed again.
ADD keeps me inspired to try this or that. Overwhelmed.
If you’ve followed my blog you will see this theme often. I think I have a handle on it, and it seems for a few days, I got it. That’s when I realize other things got left behind that needed to be done.
Bite sized pieces. That’s how we Overed people are supposed to handle it. But I think we need to be satisfied with accomplishments. Thus my blog. I’m not bragging when I share what I’ve finished or been working on. I’m just listing my trying to not feel Overwhelmed.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a song from your childhood.” Think of a song from your childhood and just write. Have fun!
It just so happens that I have been editing that part of my memoir this week. I was always singing. So Mom put me with her piano teacher, Mrs. Skinner.
There was a primer. It was green. In the first few pages, we’re tracings of my five year old hands labeled with fingering and the first ten notes of the piano staff. Thumbs, middle C, pinkies F left hand, G right hand. The first song was Typewriter. There was the Windsock song. I hum it when we walk near our little airport. I don’t quite remember all the words. But my hands still remember how to play it.
Then there was the Eskimo song. Once again, the words escape me, but muscle memory is strong!
My favorite song was Mister Dragon 🐉🐲 (those emojis came up while typing–I couldn’t resist!)
Mister Dragon, tail a-wagging,
All you say is Boo!
Mister Dragon, Tail a-wagging,
I’m not scared of you!
And I can still play it! That book was so much fun. Mrs. Skinner had me color the pictures. When I learned a song, she pulled out her box of stickers. Some of the pages had so many stickers on them you could barely make out the music.
With all the moves, and giving piano lessons to my own students, that book is gone. And I can’t seem to find that book, even on Google. Does anyone remember it? I’d at least like to include pictures and the name of the book in my Memoir, Moving.
Ah, now that earworm is loose!🐉🐲🎵🎶🎼
Yes, I already did Y. I even ended with a Yes, I can. Hey, does anyone remember that book? I read it a LONG time ago. Sammy Davis Jr. wrote it. How’s that for streaming.
Yes, Y is a great letter. Including how many yesterdays it’s been since the 60s and 70s Paul McCartney song that I got to lip synch to in highschool drama class.
By the way, I am still far behind on the word count on CampNaNo, yet doing quite well on YWriter. So I think my math was yucky. Either way, the book is nowhere near finished so I’ll just be glad with whatever progress I get. It’s all a win. Yay!
And my stream is yelling that I need to go to yWriter and tell my yarn.
You all take care of yourselves. Wish I had a way to use the word yellow. Well, guess we wouldn’t want that in the stream. 🤣
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “scene.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!
Saturday? Wasn’t yesterday Monday?
The prompt is full of guilt for me. You see in yWriter you can write scene by scene. Though NaNoWriMo is meant to make you write without caution or order, yWriter can keep all the blather organized by scenes. I need to write!!
Shoot. I barely got into this stream when suddenly I caught a stomach bug. So, this will have to do. This is not a good scene.😥
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “antic.” Use it as a word or find a word that contains it. Bonus points if you do both. Enjoy!
Anticipating April and Camp NaNo, I set up an easy goal. 15k for the month. Editing the novel started in November helps me get reacquainted with all the characters and the plot. So I’m counting the contents of each scene I edit. That will give me word count at first. And today’s count impresses me: 3,440! Yay!
Other antics I’ve been up to: more socks!
Meanwhile, I’m improving on my exercises. I graduated bands on one of the leg bits. I can finally do a jumping jack. Not as many as the trainer, but more than the arm lifts I did at first. Isn’t it fun to watch your own body and mind improve? Even at this age (73)! Marvelous! We are made out of the stuff of miracles!
We’re loving Piccard!!!
Don’t expect practice jokes from me. I hate them. But I love all you
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