Roping in my ADD thoughts has always been a problem. And my many hobbies are just the tangible ideas. There are not enough hours in a day to do all the things I want to do.
That is one of the reasons I blog. It is a place to remind myself of my passions and thoughts that might just escape to the ether never to be seen again.
Today I got to open my next diamond painting. It is from the set of four dragons. I pulled it out randomly.
Here’s the unboxing.
I know it’s a dragon but I can’t figure out what I’m seeing.
It is a good size. And yes those are stray drills from previous paintings. Keeping the projects in an upsidedown bin lets the lid become a catch-tray.
My new container for the new project’s drills.
This one went sideways. But the point I was making was how clear the symbols are. What a relief from my first two projects.
I think I see a mommy and dragonet.
Here are the colors. The symbols are alphanumeric, yay!
The wax, tray, and pen. And the rope of drills. Well organized and easy to kit up. A lot of black! In fact, that’s what I got done today.
On another note. We walked 1.5 miles today which amounted to 49K steps. Wahoo us!
Remember the way the kids would joke if you stumbled? “Have a nice trip?” Yeah. I never thought it was funny unless I recovered and could laugh at myself.
Most of the America’s Funniest Videos seem to be based on that joke. Hopefully, the victim recovered and made a little money from it. But still, I think we all stumble and fall. I think when we get hurt it is worse. Then it is more than scrapes. For the socially shy, each trip takes the person down the rabbit-hole of shame. Trip=bad.
Taking a vacation elsewhere. Oh, how I long for one of those. But lack of funds, COVID-19, now gas prices, that kind of trip is out.
If you are a child of the 60s, a Baby Boomer, taking a trip, trippin’ had a different meaning. I feel weird as I never did. I was too afraid of my mom to try. But about everyone I knew did and told me about it.
Then there was Captain Trips… Brings 2021 full circle!
I have wonderful memories of vacation trips and a marvelous cruise to Alaska. Now, that was a nice trip!
Sometimes in a person’s life they need more ‘atta girl’s. Not always. Sometimes just everyday keeps us going. But I have found that when I feel least alive and I can’t find motivation for even breathing, I need to stop and take stock of my day, week, life. While it is nice when others congratulate me. I find my own boost in saying, “Look at that! Look what you survived, created, loved!”
This blog has been that for me. Day-to-day can be dull. Downright angsty. Especially these last two years. So I am learning to see small accomplishments. Not earth-shattering wins. But things that make me smile and feel alive.
Today’s win is I ran out of Haven 2 to edit. There were 52,053 words altogether. There was no ‘the end’ and quite a few undeveloped characters, scenes, and plot bunnies to work on. I have a better working title: Haven, Above, Beneath, Beyond. My next step is to work toward 60k a full story, minus stuff that needs to be deleted.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “whatever.” Use the word “whatever” any way you’d like. Bonus points if you start your post with it. Have fun!
When my daughter was a teen one of her favorite shows was Sifl and Olly. I probably loved it more than her. ‘Whatever’ was the word of the day. By this point I’d survived four teens! I plead insanity!
Fortune wasn’t a lucky lady. She stepped on a nail as a colt and now limped along.
Her owners must have felt unfortunate, as she would never be the great racehorse they’d bred her to be. But Fortune smiled her horsey smile. That nail was attached to blade. A step to one side or the other would have sliced off her leg.
As she took a step back, she saw this blade would hurt anyone passing this way. She kicked it off the cliff. No longer would it pose a threat.
As she hobbled she danced. Hers was the beautiful pasture. Fortune’s fortune.
A classroom of students shuffled as they pulled textbooks from backpacks. Books pounded the desks. Pages fluttered as everyone found their places.
Sue moaned quietly. Not another story of rainbows and unicorns. Well, the unicorns were fine but why did they think all girls wanted princesses and all that fluff.
If Sue wrote a story, there would be peasant girls. There were more of them than the spoiled, weak, brainless royalty.
A pheasant walked by. It seemed to want to make sure of spelling. “Hhhhhh.”
“I’m not writing about beautiful birds this time, thank you.” Sue was always polite.
“I want a story about dragons. Smart dragons. Not a knight or sword in sight.” Her pencil raced across the page. “Who needs royalty?”
Suddenly the girl next to her kicked her desk. “Psst!” She hissed. Sue was always jealous of her friend. She always had that perfect pageboy.
Suddenly, she had a young page telling the dragon how to slip by the castle unnoticed.
Her pencil drew the scene. One line squiggled wrong. She erased, blew off the eraser bits.
Her friend coughed. “I’m sorry!” Sue said as she smoothed her friend’s hairdo.
“Sue, look. We’ve turned the page.”
Sue caught up and saw a picture of a dragon holding a young person who was reading an announcement.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and my very first birthday-Stream-of-Consciousness-Saturday is: “icing on the cake.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “icing on the cake.” Enjoy!
Remember how I felt I was finished with my Doctor Who Starry Night Diamond Painting? I had thought poking in the last few diamonds, cover with protective, glossy, Modge Podge would be it. But finding those last few empty spots to fill, figuring out what number you are looking at, even with a magnifying glass, seemed nearly impossible. But I was now down to one or two spots. I reached over to look at my Fire to hit the pause. Instead, I knocked over the full container of the number I was aiming for next.
The icing on the cake was finding most of the gems fell on the floor. That’s when I learned how many had fallen since I started the project. A quick sweep produced a huge pile of multicolored plastic bits and hair and dust. Yuck! I need one of those cute little vacuum cleaners made just for diamond painters. I spent most of the day cleaning the mess. Then I finished the popping on diamonds. And finally organized the leftovers from this project. As soon as I cover the painting with the gloss and paint on a frame I’ll take it’s last picture.
I can’t wait to start my next and actually my first DA project. I ordered it LAST January, received it last June. But my friend gifted this Doctor Who to me and my other friend and herself. So it became a group project. It was fun chatting and working together on Zoom.
What I am reporting isn’t a rainy day. We’ve been having strange weather. Freezing fog that makes everything looks eerie. I had to take pictures at about 10 this morning. Some of the fog had started to burn off. Wish I would have had my phone handy when I took Kali out at 6.
That is not snow. Frost, I guess. But in this last picture Kali is strutting to her favorite part of the yard.
By the way, if you saved up for a rainy day, would you leave your cozy abode to go spend it? Let’s save for life. Let’s enjoy the umbrella and boots and mud puddles!
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.” Enjoy!
In the moment, I feel uninspired. In the moment, I feel accomplished.
Another pair for charity.
The next pair toe to foot.
In the moment, I wish I had a TARDIS I could fly away on. But that might take energy and/or inspiration as to where or when to go. Instead, in the moment, I prefer to be knitting or Diamond Painting.
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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