The new modem, just out of the box, didn’t work. Despite following all the instructions, my husband could not get our internet up and running. It took hours on the phone to finally reach assistance.
End result? Our internet repairman will be out on Tuesday.
I hope I have enough data to do my computer tasks until then. Some things I can do okay on my phone, but reviews (and I have 3 to do) are impossible.
Please forgive my spotty online interactions. I’ll be back when I can.
I have always thought that Christmas Eve is the coziest day of the year.
Maybe I have to take that back. As a child it was full of angst. But my brothers and I had a system. We could look through the heater on the wall between the bedrooms area and the Christmas tree/living room area. Yep, saw the bikes one time.
Though most of the best presents didn’t come until after our bedtime.
But just before bed Dad would read us The Night Before Christmas. I loved the man in the kerchief and lady in the hat the narrator spoke of. Little did I know I would one day live where it would get cold enough to wear a hat to bed.
There was hot chocolate and candy canes. Sometimes we went to church. But mostly Dad would read the story of Mary and baby Jesus and tuck us in for the long winter’s nap. Oops. I just realized I had it backwards. It’s “With Ma in her kerchief and I in my hat.” Sorry about that.
Even when my kids were young I tried to follow the tradition. No dividing heater. Hot chocolate, fire in the window of the propane heater. Warm and full of love. The next day my folks would play Santa by bringing more gifts than my husband and I could possibly afford. I called my kids the richest poor kids around.
For us that quiet cozy night was preparing us for the loudest day possible.
So many memories. They bring the inner cozy with them.
Merry Christmas Eve. May it be full of cozy memories
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start your post or one paragraph with the word ‘anyway.’” Bonus points if you start your post with “anyway” and regular points if you use it in a paragraph somewhere else in your post. Enjoy!
Anyway this was a lazy day. The cold had us hurting so I didn’t even knit. Disaster movies and Avatar and boring games on my Fire. Okay the sock got finished but it won’t fit who it was for. But I do know who it will fit. I think she will love two pair anyway.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dict.” Find a word that contains “dict” and use it in your post. Have fun!
Dictionaries have always been favorites for me. Encyclopedias, too. All those words that led to other words became an adventure. Sometimes it would lead to stories. I couldn’t help myself.
Other times with those books were not so predictable. Remember being told to go look it up when folks wouldn’t give you a simple answer? One crazy word that seemed a foreign language, led to word after word that made no sense. Each word seemed to contradict the definition of the other.
Still, I would find myself addicted to these tomes of words and knowledge.
Per Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “twin/tween.” Use, “twin” or “tween” any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
Per Linda:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with or contains ‘cel.’” Find a word that begins with or contains “cel” and use it in your post any way you’d like. Have fun!
Cellphone ready. While others share the cellular leaf changes resulting in reds and gold’s, here in the Oregon Outback, in a high desert town called Christmas Valley we skip Spring and Fall and move from Summer to Santa’s Winter.
Poor Kali can’t go out and play. It’s so deep she wouldn’t be able to move.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favorite word.” Decide on your favorite word and use it in your post any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I have three favorite words. Without going into why, my first choice is pusillanimous. It means, to me, small minded. I think I fell in love with this one over 30 years ago. Other definitions include timid, lack of courage or confidence. With social anxiety getting worse I’m claiming the second definition. Small minded, though, I am not. When the world presents you with no safe haven showing courage seems wrong. One needs to grow their mind and embrace what you can learn through love. I’m working on it.
Do you remember vocabulary days from grade school? I can’t remember why I went to the kitchen, but I remember when I learned Abhor and Aloof. I’m guessing it was “A” day. It does seem these words combined could result in pusillanimity. Severe hatred combined with standoffishness.
My next favorite word is onomatopoeia. Isn’t it marvelous? A word that means words for sounds. And isn’t it fun to see other languages define cockadoodledoo or belch?
The elemental chart brings me to yawns. As crazy as I always was about science, chemistry class about did me in. Never a morning person, chemistry was first period. My teacher was a monotoned speaker. I did still come around for labs. I had a geek for a lab partner. She was fun and taught me well. I think it was due to her that I made a solid C+.
I always thought I could have done so much better if the class was later. If the teacher more excited about the subject matter. And if I could have approached the lessons with more creativity.
Drawing and coloring maps made the geography real. Singing the elements would have helped as little ditties always helped me remember. Games could have solidified information. I wish I was my own teacher!
Oh, nevermind. We all know my element. Creativity. Throw in some yarn and I’m in my element.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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