Cool!!!! That’s my favorite things to say and with all the enthusiasm of the multiple exclamation points. Sorry Grammarly and autocorrect. Anything else is stuffy!
Yes, this nearly 75 year old is stuck in the groovy 60s. Well, at least with that word.
I rarely use cool in reference to weather. It’s cold. Or hot. Maybe that’s more location than slang.
Hey, want to know the coolest?
I reached 10,023! (NaNoWriMo) Yay!!! Okay, so I’m nowhere near the end, the story still calls me. Sometimes goals can push. Sometimes they can kill you. The best goal is one that inspires progress and happiness.
Nothing is cooler than a warm kitty.
Notice Joe Cool on the shelf!
Yeah, I still want a warm puppy. One that Sammie will love as much as me.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “use ‘just’ in your first sentence.” Use the word “just” any way you’d like in your first sentence, then just write to your heart’s content. Enjoy!
Just sit right down and… Name that tune! 😁
My stream didn’t start there. Earlier I thought of just how often Grammarly and the autocorrect monsters point out my constant use of this word.
I just don’t understand why. Take the above sentence without that word. I don’t understand why. It somehow it loses oomph. It sounds bland.
Is it just me?
I think it is an unjustified word flag by grammar police. It’s just unfair!
See? A nice little blanket that lasted the whole next day.
And is still on the porch banisters today.
It’s not as thick as the sheets of music I’m enjoying playing with on my piano. I’ve made copies of favorites and new pieces. Taped together, I didn’t have to do page turns. Yes, the newest fun is Linus and Lucy Theme. As much as I love that and Dexter, I’m horrid at the rhythms presented. So my newest challenge is to get beyond “Nice cup of tea” triplet against duplets, and other syncopation and jazziness. All my new and old favorites are making me more passionate about my piano time. Okay. Thanks, Mom. 60 years too late, I suppose. But you knew I’d say it some day.
How does one thank those who have given you the most? Especially when they’re gone. In this case, I’m embracing the passion and challenges. Though I’m not naturally gifted. My mother blanketed me in lessons and learning discipline to practice. Or as I convinced my inner child, playing.
As I blanket myself in other musical fun.
Blankets of security and fun.
Nearly finished.
Sammie the Spidercat the furry lapcat who now can blanket my legs as I knit, crochet or scroll.
My first step into the stream. My daughter and I loved the minute and music.
Then I laughed as I thought of the joke that ends with, “I made you say underwear!” And that brought up this song:
There were two bits in this song that I loved. Not only the joke but, but the bit about drinking from the hose. That line brought back so many memories of hot summer fun outside as a kid. Little did we know that wasn’t exactly healthy. So why did that water taste so much better?
My favorite place is underwater. I’d love to be able to scuba dive. I only had one chance, in a pool, but it was so much better than having to swim topside for air.
I’d love to get to see this guy/gal.
Sadly,
This little guy goes under early tomorrow for a snip, snip. And some shots. No food after 6. For a food motivated creature this will be tough. But I think it’ll be better in the long run.
But maybe once it’s done, I’m hoping, he’ll feel welcome keeping warm under our covers. But then again, past experience seems to point to a possible lack of sleep as kitties go under the zoomies when humans want sleep.
Not Sammie. But cute pic, eh?
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday‘s is “starts with ‘under.’” Find a word that starts with “under” and use it in your post. Enjoy!
Chill out! Just because we had a tiny bit of snow on Halloween,
Doesn’t mean it’s Winter.
But we can’t lie around like that person. Sigh! I miss summer. Okay, not the extreme drought, or constant fires, but the beaches, time to swim. Time with friends. Friends still with us, and those chillin’ on the other side.
For the Halloween, All Saints Day, Dia de Los Muertos, Samhain celebration/tradition, I just consider it a remembering, I wrote letters to friends, family, God. It helped my deep depression to bring my spirit to a level of energy. Their spirits seem near enough even if I can’t hear what they are saying to me.
When I felt the need to listen, I pulled out the new Yarn Tarot Cards a friend gave me last year. Just like the pictures above help me communicate, pictures, archetypes, (look up the psychiatrist, Jung) help unlock our brains to communicate with ourselves and others.
I had hoped the Yarn Tarot would have patterns to knit or crochet–they missed a good chance! Rather, these are pictures similar to Rider -Waite cards that can spark my imagination. Other people need more elaborate pictures.
We all need that help, prompts. I had a teacher in grade-school who had a box of pictures to help out creative writing. In college, I learned you can pick up any book. Randomly, open close your eyes, pick a spot. The sentence or scripture you land on is something to ponder or write about. Most of the time it guides you. But as my dad would say. Watch out for being too literal. After all, Scripture says, “Judas hung himself.” “Go, ye and do likewise.”
But my stream is meandering as it often does.
The wisdom I gleaned remind me to be calm. To not jump to conclusions
During fasting time (before 2PM) these mugs help me gain health and energy. I love the glass. I can see bits of the ‘mother’ in my vinegar drink. I know they aren’t harmful but they look like worms. So I fish ’em out. 1 teaspoon of Bragg with bottled water. Then coffee. I should have caught the mug while the coffee was frothy.
This is my reward mug. I prepare Matcha tea, whisk and all, for my post-piano time. I sip it during my diamond painting time (see reading dragon progress below).
Mmmmm. It must be Matcha o’clock (1ish) This mug is a small bowl later for yogurt or popcorn.
The wisdom of a Matcha mug.
But here’s my favorite mug. By the way, we call my brother, Dad, as he’s been caring for the ferals outside. And he finally was able to bring this handsome guy in. He filled in the vet permit for vaccines and neutering. SAMMIE is how he spelled it. So, Sammie the Spidercat it is. Why? He loves the three-legged spider and I find he likes the Spidercat song as his theme song.
This is a couple weeks ago. Gosh, he has grown! Maybe we have a tiger here?
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘kn.’” Find a word that starts with the letters “kn” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Know ye knot is the story of knitting and crocheting. Well, it should be but it’s too late in the day to do the research. I just needed a way to introduce my newest toy for Spidercat Sammy. I’m making stressball blobs, frogs, and fish. But it’s been a while since I made crocheted balls. So instead of inserting a stressball I just stuffed it. The little plastic ball might be dangerous for a kitten. But at least I have an idea of how it’s done. The yarn is Baby Bernat.
The yarn and hook make a bigger ball than the pattern calls for. But those baskets look like fun. I’ll have to look for a smaller gauge yarn and hook for the stressball patterns. Found here. Well, the Stress Fish. But all of them are on Etsy.
The day ended with a gorgeous sunset. And the stream took a side show.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clip.” Use it as a noun or a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Not how I hold hair, but I needed a picture.
As a young adult I was a cosmetologist. I loved the job in every way but my legs and back couldn’t handle that much time on my feet.
Even now as I pass a salon I will take in the smell of hair color and the sound of the clip, clip of shears and the clatter of clippers for necklines and around the ears.
I love cutting my own hair, or coloring it. But recently my husband asked me to grow it out again. It is now below my shoulders. I’ve gotten to where I like long it short. With long I can throw it in a ponytail and go. But short was so much easier to wash and go.
Here’s the last haircut YouTube I followed.
Using clippers made it fun.
Now I’m thinking I need to straighten it out so I’m looking to get one of these CreaClips. That would give me a blunt cut and give a bit more body to my hair.
And to bring some fun into a rather depressing part of my life I’m getting ready to put in a bit of pink and purple. It’s not permanent so no worries.
A few years ago I looked up all the words that don’t conform to the I before E except after C rule of English spelling. I found more words than I had expected. I ended up writing a short tale containing 66 unique exceptions to the rule: Feisty old Keith lives in the sovereign state of […]
My stream is dry today but I wanted to play. I found the above in a search. It was so well done I knew I couldn’t compete with my foggy tired brain. Please go and enjoy the whole blog. And check out all entries for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
Peace. I know. Who thinks of COVID as peaceful? But 2020 gave us a moment of peace. Many embraced this time as a time to grow, introspect. Many learned new skills or strengthened their talents. It all fit into my favorite part of the movie, Groundhog’s Day. What if we were given time to get better? Time to embrace our passions? We had that time and many of us were surprised at what we could do.
The thing is, I’d been thinking that way since ‘fibromyalgia’ took over my life. That’s what the doctor labeled the pain I went through. The pain left no energy and was all inclusive of my life. Yet at times it would disappear. That diagnosis was over 15 years ago.
But it was during that COVID year that I needed a tooth removed. The dentist gave me a round of antibiotics before he’d do the extraction.
On extraction day, I accidentally broke my baby toe. So immediately after having the tooth pulled, I went to Urgent Care. My mask was full of blood. I looked like a sated vampire.
That doctor looked me over. Yep, the toe was broken but outside of a crazy boot, there wasn’t much more to do. But with my temp he decided to put me on another round of antibiotics.
A weird thing happened. Even though my toe hurt, I didn’t hurt all over like I would have before that second round. Any hurt used to became body wide. Like every nerve was feeling the same pain as the stubbed toe. But suddenly the ‘fibro’ had disappeared. I don’t think it was ever that. But maybe a low grade infection had been in me for YEARS maybe decades.
So now I wasn’t working. I was living in a fear that the pain would return. But it didn’t. I was free to pursue my passions and curiosities. All languages, knitting, crocheting, loom-knitting, diamond painting, etc. etc. I was given Groundhog’s Day and pain relief.
That’s why I keep track of all my fun. The bits and pieces of my peace.
In lieu of Finishing Friday I offer this stream:
Haven’t done much in these. I need about two inches before the heel starts.
About the same for my watermelon socks.
See that wad of yarn vomit? Yeah. That’s how much I had to tink back. I was well into the heel when I noticed a big mistake. Hopefully, I can get back the lost bits soon. Once I start the heel, I pretty much stay with the one pair. See, once the heel is done, there’s only a couple inches of ankle bits. Then I finish each sock on it’s own set of needles. It makes the castoff easier that way.I don’t know if I shared but this ponytail holder finished with the beginning of my case of COVID. These little projects were about all the productivity I got done during the fever parts.
My latest ponytail holder.
Somehow I managed to keep at least one lesson a day in Duolingo. And I cheated here on the blog with the slightest post of a funny daily here.
Music and diamond painting had to stop until I started having energy again. I think that was about Wednesday.
Just a piece of sky left to do.
Piano and ukulele started then but I just picked up the violin yesterday. I just barely played Twinkle and that was enough.
Same with the stationary bike. Wednesday I did 12 minutes or around a mile. By Friday I got up to 15 minutes or 2 and a half miles. So energy is returning slowly.
With health I can regain my passions piece by piece. And that gives me peace.
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.
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