Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!
Last night as we took Kali outside it was snowing. I grabbed shoes and my new coat (thank you, Rizza!) and stood on the porch looking up. There is nothing as beautiful as white fluffs drifting down onto face and glasses. This gave me maximum enjoyment for a mini amount of snow. (Possibly 1/4 inch.) Most melted. More is expected tonight and tomorrow. Maybe another maximum thrill coming.
I woke up with that witty or not so much on my mind. I wasn’t sure why. But it’s a one-liner of sorts. If it were on one line.
Anyway, I will be naming the town Violetsville, thanks to Willowdot21, who also did a beautiful one-liner. Click on her name.
I developed my second character today. When I was done pulling in the descriptions, I presented them to my husband. Who looks like that? I asked him. He suggested Felicia Day. April will have shorter hair anywhere from platinum blond to purple or even a Mohawk. So here is vaguely what she looks like:
The word count is 7,374. Moving right along. Despite what is going on in the world.
This One-liner Wednesday is the baby of Linda G. Hill. Click on the blue underlined title to learn more.
In the teens last night. A high of 34 F today. Tonight 8 F. I’m tired and cannot get warm even with the heater on high. So my brain is not bringing the creativity! Stay warm everyone!
After days of rain and cold, this was a clear-skied sunset.
Yeah. It’s still cold. Blurry is due to shivering. 35 degrees tonight.
Again, a very busy day so I haven’t much to show. Tomorrow I will be getting envelopes ready for the mail. I’ll take pictures before I send them. But I won’t be able to show you until the posted goods reach their recipients.
One-Liner Wednesdays are an easy fun prompt given to us by Linda G. Hill. Check out her blog!
Well, today was exciting. I had contacted our local meteorologist about leaving out our little town, which has its own microclimate. She agreed to include us more and asked for a recent picture of the area. I sent her this one:
She actually used it today and gave me credit by my written name and she even said it as she offered the hour by hour forecast for us. Well. There are my two seconds of fame. Check.
I wish I could share the craftiness I’ve been up to but I am trying to give my friends some of the fun they have given me in the past and I want it to be a surprise. Needless to say drawing, poetry writing, even in Spanish, Rainbow Loom fun. There is so much more to do and I promise to share when I feel I can. While the gel pens are out I plan to do my coloring.
And I am hoping to finish the boyfriend’s second sock within a couple days.
So soon I will be taking a bunch of stuff to the post office. That should be fun!
On another level, we have the smallest amount of grass growing in front of the house. Mostly our acre is full of sagebrush that has protected our chickens. I’d love to get some of it removed. I can’t, neither can my husband. The younger guys here have issues that keep them from doing it. And we don’t have the money to hire someone so we are stuck with the overrunning sage. I don’t mind the look. Or the smell of sage. But it poses a fire hazard. Still, I ignored the sense of guilt going out into my yard gave me and found myself walking barefoot on the little patches of grass that are freely popping up near our house. My feet were so happy. And the breeze was just right to keep it from being too hot. So I had a moment of heaven.
Yeah, not my foot. My big toe is longer than the second. This was a Pixabay.com. But hopefully, you feel that total comfort of cool grass underfoot. Isn’t it the greatest?
Did I answer, What Day Is It Anyway? No? Well, the trash is at the ‘curb’ That means tomorrow is Friday. And for the next hour and fifteen minutes, it is Thursday. Do I win the prize? No? That’s okay I had a moment of fame!
Hours and hours ago I remember watching CBS Sunday Morning after lunch. It was one of those no sleeping nights so it was a late wake-up. And a day with a nice nap.
It was cold last night. We had to drip the faucets to keep them from freezing. Tonight the same. I’d believe it was mid-winter. Especially as the hail chose to fall at about the same time as yesterday’s noisy downfall. The wind had been horrid for days. Okay. I guess I am complaining. Sorry. I just hate using the heater and wearing socks when the calendar says June.
On the other hand, It is barely dark at 10:30. Here’s are a couple of pictures of how light it was at 9PM:
The pictures are very blurry because I had to stand out in the cold to snap these. But you get the idea. The sun didn’t set for another half hour! I guess I am surprised. This is the furthest north I have lived and some things still catch me off-guard.
I remember nearly two decades ago my husband, still, a boyfriend and I took a cruise to Alaska in June. It was cool that it was still daylight at midnight. Darkness didn’t stay past 3AM. Here I get up at 4:30 and I can see my way to the bathroom without feeling my way there or even a lit cell-phone. So here Summer is screaming that she wants to stay up late. But Winter is freezing us out for those hours. My bare feet are crying inside socks. Nice socks, I made myself. But socks!
Okay, there’s the day and time covered with lots of griping in-between. On the plus side, the stomach problems from a couple days ago? Turned out to be just normal stomach problems. The lack of sleep last night wasn’t COVID19 related. It would have happened any time before. I finished Outlander Book 7 and downloaded Book 8 (review coming soon). I also tried to download a library audiobook of the Stand but for some reason, my Fire and the old tablet didn’t do well. And who knew that if you are listening to a book while playing games can be dangerous? At every level a new commercial would come on, interrupting the story and nearly blowing out my eardrums. Sorry. Another gripe. Needless to say, I won’t be playing those games while listening. So even while claiming the good I still found a way to find the bad. The take away here, Lack of sleep was just lack of sleep.
While talking with my friends today, there was a hubbub in the yard. I went out to see and found that a neighbor’s visitor’s dog had come into our yard and killed our rooster. That was so sad. The dog was young and the owner was so apologetic. The neighbor buried the rooster. I felt bad because it was his rooster that had migrated here to our yard quite a while ago. This rooster was so protective of the ‘girls’ that none of the hens were hurt. But I will miss his guarding our home and letting me know when it was time to give up the toast crusts. Yes, I share my breakfast with the fowl beings.
It was the hottest day for us so far. 91. I think. Lots of humidity. We got out the little AC and put it in the window. Tomorrow cooler but wind and thunderstorms are expected. I hope for the cloud to cloud lightning as we don’t need fires with all that is going on.
Yes, it was a Friday. Trash picked up and empty for another week of refuse.
Though not as gorgeous as my friend’s from Carson, (sorry I can’t share that one, not mine to share) we, too had a beautiful sunset.
That last picture looks like it was raining over the fields to the north. Just a little cloud, but it was doing its best.
Oh! And I got some pretty yarn I can’t wait to make more socks with.
A horrid humid day. I didn’t even knit much for the heat. But I watched these shows today. The first was Quartet. I found it deep diving in Netflix. I’m tired of their suggestions so I scrolled a long time. I don’t want to watch another teen show. I don’t want to watch perfect Barbie Doll women. I don’t want to watch shows all about men with a sprinkling of women like bell peppers in a stew. Ugh! Boring!
And there was Quartet. This is one I will watch a few more times. It felt like there was quality there, even though it was produced (I think) by Weinstein, and one of the characters was a sickening old horn-dog, a skank, a whore-man. The rest was a pure story about people getting older and living in a home for retired musicians.
It made me think (music major in another life, or so it seems now). I think if people try to be resilient, the things they sunk their heart and soul into can move into other things to sink into. Especially if you are somewhat creative, one passion can become many others. Or you learn that maybe you have to adjust Like Julie Andrews had to. Maybe writing children’s’ books become a passion with the fervor of singing. Anyway, here’s a trailer.
The passion I felt from this movie was similar to what I felt long ago watching White Knights, you know the two dancers from completely different worlds. I even went out and bought the coffee table book about it. I know, I know, it is two guys. It was before my goal of women movies. But passion is what I’m talking about here. Just thinking about this movie makes me want to look it up. I think I used to own it, but who knows.
After a siesta as it was too hot and humid to move, I started watching The Goldfinch on Amazon. Not nearly as good. I was distracted by other things, dishes, and boring stuff, so I had to restart it like five times to understand what it was about. I don’t feel I gained anything by watching it. But I wasn’t into deep thoughts, just needed noise in the background. I felt so sorry for the kid as he didn’t seem to get any good breaks. And with the depressing stuff going on, this wasn’t the right thing to watch. But maybe others will like it.
Yeah, she’s in it but not much.
Now it is cooling off so I think I will stand on the porch and enjoy the sky, apparently there is a lightning show to the east.
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.
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