Let me apologize. I know I’ve been phoning it in all week. I’m much better now. Temps are near normal. Coughing is minimal. I even have had a moment or two of energy. But they are seldom.
I love getting calls from my family and friends but this week my son got off the phone in a couple of minutes. My hoarse voice and constant coughing made conversation impossible. Still, it was nice to hear from him.
Tomorrow will be my week. Friday was Chris’s week. The other guys are Tuesday and Wednesday. It’ll be nice to not sound like a kennel. But better out than in, right?😂
I look forward to being back to normal. Whatever that is.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “school.’” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
I love school. It was my escape, it was where I learned new things. Especially when I taught.
Blah! Boring! I had a whole thing planned but by the time I sat down to write this my energy, and muses had left the building! I do intend to write more on this some time. And it’ll all be based on those first sentences.
Pet Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hap.’” Find a word that starts with “hap” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Happiness is a warm puppy. This is the comic that came to me as I saw our prompt.
Sadness is losing then waiting for a new puppy. I do miss having a dog. And I still hurt from the loss of Kali.
Meanwhile… The kittens are getting closer to the point of maybe coming in for the winter (and forever home). Maybe to them happiness will be a warm home with nice people? I got them a kitty tree to climb or hide in. Pictures when we can get them calm. LOL!
How can one still have these feelings nearly a year and a half later?
Fur-baby love happens. And it’s haphazard, dangerous, and enriching. When it does I will be happy (er).
Many people found ways to express themselves in 2020. Many of us worked towards being healthier. I was in my 19th NaNoWriMo year. This shirt was for my 30+ pounds extra. It’s still my favorite. It fits like a tent but it’s so comfy.
Since I’ve been NaNoing since 2001, I’ve collected a few shirts. I tried to buy one every year whether or not I won. The light blue was one of the first. Yes, they are wrinkled . But now I’ve folded them up and put back in the drawer they had been wadded into before. The room is dark so I often pick up whatever color calls to me. They are my “play clothes,” not go to town clothes. Sometimes they are sleep shirts.
Here are some of my other favorites. I don’t have a Live Journal anymore but I made everlasting friends there.
Oops! I nearly forgot my newest favorite.
Yes, David is my Doctor.
Oh. And my favorite Halloween shirt. My son and stepson work at Knott’s. Both knew I would ride any ride, but NEVER go to Halloween Haunt. I don’t like people jumping out to scare me. People are scary enough!
This is the back. It glows in the dark. I’m part of the scary people. Imagine being my husband! Love ya, Sweetie! It becomes my night shirt in October and reminds me to start creating characters as NaNoWriMo starts the day after Halloween.
This prompt was brought to us by Linda G. Hill. Go check out her page and join in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday fun. In case you couldn’t tell, today’s prompt was ‘shirt.’
If shipping is free then why can’t I get another cruise?
Mendenhall Glacier. We visited this place and others on a cruise to inner passages in Alaska. I was in my early 50s. I had my nails done in thermal reacting nail polish. Pink when warm, orange when cold. My nails matched my coat.
That was a fun unexpected adventure. I would have never known how much fun a cold place could be. A wish I never knew would be my wish. Until we went. I didn’t sleep. I enjoyed every moment of that June summer week.
This picture always reminds me of my favorite saying “But how do you know what you want and you get what you want and you see if you like it?” Cinderella, Into the Woods, Sondheim.
Anyway that trip was spent with my soon to be husband and his friends from high school. Another surprise for me. I was scared of meeting these old friends. What if I didn’t measure up? What if I couldn’t relate? But I had a ball with my new friends. Aren’t friendships the greatest?
That relationship has far outlasted my other marriage and his previous marriages. I think we grow more in real love as we learn how all that is supposed to work. Being there for each other.
While dreaming impossible dreams, I wish I could live on a cruise ship. I love the water. And I’d love to take all my family and friends. A relation ship.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pore/poor/pour.’” Use any of them or use them all. Bonus points if you fit ’em all into your post. Have fun
It’s raining, it’s pouring…
The humidity affecting every pore.
Poor kitties and puppies experiencing loud scary thunder and lightning.
And yet the downpour drenches us in cats and dogs.
Per Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a repeated story.” Include in your post a story you’ve repeated again and again or a story you’ve heard again and again. Or write about the phenomenon itself. Have fun!
What did you do all day? Why are you so late to the blog?
Well, it’s the same ole story. Yesterday I found a mistake a few rows back and today I’ve been Tinking back. I still haven’t reached the boo-boo. And I find the number of stitches on each needle is so different I’m going to have to get creative to get the number to match. Or tink even farther. Ugh!
When I was a young adult, my grandmothers had Alzheimer’s. Yeah. Both maternal and paternal. So when you all wonder why I work so hard at languages and learning new things and puzzling things like Sudoku, that is a fight I’m on. I’ve not been diagnosed, but at 74 I’m being as vigilant as I can.
And yes, I do repeat stories. I have since I was a child. Most people do. Maybe they don’t realize it. Or maybe they are trying to work something out in this retelling. I remember my grandmothers would tell a story once again and folks would criticize them. But I listened and saw they changed the story a bit each retelling. Sometimes I learned something new about them or others. Sometimes it just was their story. A thing that made them. How I’d love to hear them repeat one of their old tales to me again.
Think about how kids love hearing a book read to them for the umpteenth time. They’re working the story out. The rhythms, the rhymes, how it all works.
I have learned to reread or rewatch things as each time I pick up just a bit more. Not only the story but about writing, directing, acting. Or maybe more about how people differ in their relationships.
Old stories are still packed with nuggets we can learn from. Whether we are telling them or an audience member.
If a day isn’t going well, I can search for a funny and if not laugh, at least feel better.
Besides, that orange cat reminds me of the kittens we are going to adopt as soon as they are weaned, fixed, and wormed. And guess what! There is a black one. So we may again have a black kitty and a ginger! And hopefully we can find homes for the rest. There are always feral cats around here. We are trying to contain what we can.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “paper.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an adjective … or all three if you can, and qualify for ALL the bonus points! Have fun!
There was a time when my husband, brother, son, and I worked for a newspaper. I remember walking into a room full of large rolls of paper. Floor to ceiling rolls as big around as Sequoia trees.
I thought, ‘What a waste of our forests.’ I didn’t realize what we lost as we went paperless. I’ve yet to subscribe to newspapers and magazines online. They are much harder to read and enjoy in that form. I miss newspaper, magazine, and book smells. And I HATE all the ads!
My eyes don’t track well on real books, but I still have one or two to read very slowly and immerse myself in the experience. I still have a small library in my home.
And as much as I asked for paperless bills, there are still enough envelopes to keep lists of groceries or random notes scattered next to me every chair.
When everything came in the mail I had files to keep things organized. My eyes didn’t like reading things online. Even my thousands of Kindle books are difficult. Thank goodness for text-to-speech and Audiobooks.
I really want to save the trees. But a journal calls to my pen and artsy self.
Still, you won’t see me doing NaNoWriMo by hand. The yes are safe with that pursuit. Unless I ever reach a publisher desk!
I hope. I wish.
Meanwhile, can you do this with your electrical device?
I sound old fashioned. I used to love the new-fangled electronics. We started with a Commodore 64. Way back! I love all the apps and games we’ve experienced since. Just can’t sit with them 24/7. I learned to play Sudoku from some. But suddenly I’m apologizing to the trees. I love working the puzzles on paper books.
I hope there’s a way to work these things out that are pro-environment and easy on eye and arthritic hands.
Working on my series: Haven.
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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