Today on the calendar will be a red-letter special day for us and these special guys. They are on their way. And may make it all the way here or spend the night at a motel if my son gets too tired to drive.
Does anyone see what we see? The more things change…
We still miss our black and white Kali, rat terrier, Rosey, black cat, and Teddy ginger.
Sammie, ginger, will hopefully welcome his new friends soon. I hope they like each other.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “crackle.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
So, yeah. That snap, crackle, and pop and trio of groans are from my son, my brother, and I after rearranging Dar’s Dabbling Den. It was a LOT of work. But worth it.
Part of this is for the exciting thing I don’t want to jinx by speaking it.
Also, I wanted my keyboard to work on improv and composition for this year’s goal.
I’m going to be happy with this new room. My body is going to hate me. I’m so blessed to have David and Dana here to help out.
Can you hear the crackle of my bones?
So I have a couple books teaching Japanese on one side and my ‘How to Play Piano Despite Years of Lessons,’ on the other side. Thinking about the possibility between Hiragana or Kanji characters or some incredibly boring music theory term, what else could I use?
I immediately looked down at my cell and closed my eyes and pointed. But my fat finger seemed to straddle two lines of Linda’s prompt page. The top word was ‘incredibly’ and the word below was ‘else.’
But my thoughts took me to the incredible difficulties of learning the pentatonic scale in the penultimate measure of Going Home with the added timing complication of duplets versus triplets. What else can I do but grumble and practice some more.
And the YouTube lesson trying to teach me:
What else can you do? It seems simple but it is incredibly hard for me. Time for a nice cup of tea.
‘Where’s your mouse Sammie?’ He leads us to the place he wants to watch us search.
He likes to push a mouse under my brother’s bedroom door. Once it’s under he flips it across the room. David is forced to look everywhere in his room. But only Sammie knows where the mouse is hiding. When David brings the miniature tiger into his room, the ginger points straight to the missing mouse.
Then when we are all watching TV in the living room, Sammie plays fetch with the mouse, bringing it to David to throw again and again. Clever kitty!
As an introvert are there more terrifying words? I can say that it won’t matter if you are famous or a complete unknown I shake and sweat.
I love knowing a person so well we can solve the problems of the world in deep long conversations that last all night. We may not agree on anything but we can share our souls.
But that first part, just past the handshake? I’m lousy. Small talk is like climbing Everest. And I have more energy for the climb.
Could we all just sit and color, write, knit and chat? I’m good with that.
Weird. I can’t think of anything that I’m a stickler for. But then morals, etc. Yeah. I’m stickly about those. Being kind, my mother always said “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” That may be why I can’t think of things to say. She also told me to look for the good in people. Way to shut it all down, right?
Stickling seems to actually cling to me. Nevermind.
Throughout the bulk of this day, I’ve tried to figure out what to write on this prompt.
All that came to me was a beautiful health food store that my kids and I loved to shop in when they were young.
I can smell the wonderful aroma, fresh herbs, etc. We’d buy a healthy shake to sip as I picked up bread-making goodies, and that fun licorice that has a panda on the box. It was delightful. And sometimes we’d walk next door and have Chinese food for dinner.
The one thing I wouldn’t buy were the flours sold in bulk. Someone told me she found a fingernail in one of the bins. I gag, even now, thinking about that.
So, I only buy prepackaged bulk, like water, which we drink here because the well water of the area tastes of sulfur.
Anyway, thanks for the memory stroll. That health food store smells, mmm.
I was just reading about the benefits of a spoonful of olive oil before bed. Anyone follow this regimen?
I remember my mom giving us Vicks vaporub in a spoon with sugar for coughs. Ugh! I don’t think it worked.
But! A spoonful of peanut butter can stave off blood sugar lows. Still, the sugar is what we leave behind.
I suppose in the day of Mary Poppins when everyone was supposed to take a spoonful of Castor Oil daily for the vitamin D benefits, would need something. That stuff tastes disgusting! There are some who still hold to this routine. Nowadays Castor Oil comes flavored.
Thinking in this post all day should have given me more inspiration than my original idea. But here it is.
It amazes me what one bit of yarn knits or crochets into a garment. One string kept in line can make something soft and warm.
One string attacked by a cat makes a puzzle. So best keep cats and yarn in line.
As usual a song jump out at me:
Decades ago I was in this community musical. Just chorus, but it was so fun. Oliver songs make me so happy. Even if singing about poverty, codependency, and stealing don’t seem appropriate topics to have any glee about.
Peck and puck are left over. But Shakespeare did give us the hockey puck, yes?🤣 Okay, be nice. I do have chickens who could peck… the seeds at your feet. Why didn’t this stream take me anywhere? Guess I’ll just pack it in now.
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