When you dance toe-to-toe,
You could end with kids in tow.
I don’t dance, except alone,
Just me, ‘like a complete unknown.’
Tag Archive: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
At first blush, when the sun colored the world in pinks and purples, I realized I was once again still walking around in that literary place of my latest read.
My physical realm made me aware the AC was cracking ice cubes. So I pulled up the covers and wrapped around the dog and cat taking up the bed real estate.
When I walked into the living room hours later, my husband asked, Another good book?”
I felt the blush and laughed. Then came the coffee.
Quiet.
Not my life. I don’t know quiet. Yet I live in the desert in a tiny frontier town. When the power went out it was silent for one minute. Then we all started talking. And as long as there was a long battery life, my stories continued. Well, the downloaded ones.
But it started me thinking. Let’s say there was a solar storm or whatever. How would life change?
I don’t have unlimited yarn, but I could knit and crochet for quite a while. And though it might seem noiseless, counting must happen. And the more sound around me, the more loudly I count.
I could draw or paint. I have a few diamond paintings ahead but after those are gone I might have to invent my own with all the leftovers from previous projects.
But the noise within me would start screaming. ADHD does not do quiet.
Though I might play my keyboards until the batteries go kaputt.
But look at my noise! Piano, recorders, violin, and uke. I can play and sing and read aloud forever! I’m no quitter!
And maybe we would spend a lot more time getting to know our neighbors. What’s stopping us? Well, that’s the question!
What is happening to my days? But by bit time is chipped away until here it is at bedtime.
As a child my mother wanted me to have curly hair. She or my aunt gave me perms. Ugh! I hated it! And it took forever to grow out. It wasn’t so much curly as frizzy.
In sixth grade I had a thing for Shirley Temple. I used those pink sponge rollers, or mom would use rags to curl my hair into those ringlets. I loved Ms. Temples songs, shows, and dances.
My teen years found me using coke, orange juice, or coffee cans as rollers as Cher straight hair was in. I couldn’t find pics, sorry.
Open the lid and there it is. Another mystery solved.
Our 4th was memorable. Was yours? I hope you had fun.
Mouth wide open barking incessantly calls for insert foot. But we love Milo. (And are sorry the big noises scare him.) And that mouth is big. I treasure my foot. Besides, that foot embarrassment belongs to me. I need it several times a day.
Don’t open the fridge. Waiting for the electricity to come on again. With it on, our TV noise protects the furry friends’ ears from the booming outside. But oops, there it’s out again. The quiet is overwhelming until the frantic barking starts again.
What to do? We are going through withdrawal from tech.
What if this was it? It’s off for good. What would we do? Was it sun spots or some sci-fi anomaly?
This is when I worry about my family scattered out days walking if it came to it. Yeah, that Pandora’s box pops like the weasel.
Well, we’ll deal with that when we can.
Look I can knit, play piano, clean and organize, walk outside. Open the door, open the gate.
Oops, forgot my water, holder, cards. Where is my license?
All that led to the printer. Yep. There it is.
It’s funny. As I looked for a picture of a plug, I got mostly like the above. Our tech lives don’t seem to leave time for the leisure.
I did think of the plugs of hair on my dolls when I was little. And suddenly a picture of a toilet came up. Ugh!
I did have a nice stream of many ideas flooding through earlier, but I think that stream got plugged. 🫣
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “jumble.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
When you love languages and take 11 or more on Duolingo, there will be a jumble of problems.
Sure, vocabulary can be tough, but the worst, for me, is sentence structure. I finally understand the adjective follows the noun in Spanish, Italian, French, and other romantic languages, but, German! Back in English order, but verbs get split up and land oddly to my eyes.
And then there are weeks when my brain just wants to deal with one language exclusively. Then I get hungry for as many languages as possible.
Italian has been my go to for a while. It seems easiest right now. I wish I could live in Italy for a year and absorb the words, culture, food, life.
Suddenly, today, I missed German. It makes a lot of sense, then the sentence jumble makes me miss every question. I can’t afford SuperDuo, so if I’m on a roll I have to watch, and listen to stupid ads just to regain the chance at the lesson. For those with learning disabilities like ADHD this makes retaining the new skill nearly impossible. Since languages are part of my passion skill, I put up with it. But this is proof of how those with money can learn and those without…
Are a part of the jumble jungle.
Take a moment. There’s a lot going on. But there are quiet wonders. No politics, no dangers, no stress, or right or wrong, blue or red.
Drink in the calm. Drink in the kindness. Drink in the beauty around you. Even at this moment. Neither future nor past exists. This moment is a gift. The present is a present. Take it in. Breathe.
Why is one leg not called a pant when two legs make pants?
How is it that a penthouse is huge, but there is no room for pent-up emotions?
Why did Pa call Laura Half-pint when she could have been Quarter-quart?
Just don’t get me started on pont. Is it a ferry, bridge, or point? I guess I punt that out of the park.
Things that make me want to pent it all up until I pant it out until… okay, I give up!
Darswords 
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