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.
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.
Working on my series: Haven.
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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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