Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โpick a number.โ Choose a numberโany numberโand write about itย any way youโd 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!๐คช๐๐คฃ
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 โsap/spa/asp/pas/PSA.โ Use one, use them all, use them any way youโd 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 โrecord.โย Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way youโd 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.ย 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?
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โacronymโ.โย Choose an acronym and use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
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.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โstarts with โabโ.โย Find a word that starts with โabโ and use it in your post. Enjoy!
I absolutely love the sky out here. Especially the sunsets.
I feel like the absent minded professor right now. I can’t seem to think of what to write about. Sometimes my brain goes to the absurd and I don’t want to abstain from writing but find myself absorbed in the many abiding abilities and lack thereof calling to me. Too bad the prompt isn’t ADD. But that is just an abuse of a good prompt!๐คช
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โsight/site.โย Use one, use them both, use them any way youโd like. Bonus points if you use them both. Have fun!
Sigh, the site doesn’t load. Not a picture in sight.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โthe last thing you filled.โย 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.
Moms multitask, even 9 months pregnant, especially left alone.
Working on my series: Haven.
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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.
Hi! my name is Sebastian (You can call me Seb!) ...welcome to my Blog. I'm a photographer from Worcester, Worcestershire, England. Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoy my work.
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