Archive for January 27, 2018



After a week of moving things from one room to another and then to have more coming to move in, I feel I am incapable of movement. I so want to just hide in the bed and recuperate. Yet we find out that not everything got brought up so another trip in is the works and more moving. And they haven’t even got here yet. Son #2 said they thought it would be about 10 PM. I didn’t want to put off the Just Jot It January and Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I’ve been doing this too late every day anyway. Most of the time lately it is after midnight.

Sometime tonight I expect to see something like this pull into my driveway:

Well, minus the chicken and dog. They are already here. My brain and body hurt thinking about it. At least I get to see my adult offspring for a night and one is staying. Yay! Next week I expect to slow down and loom knit or knit and visit with my son.

This has been an amazing month. Just like last year, I have managed to write on my blog every day. I think the thing that kept it interesting is the prompts Linda G. Hill kept posted and ready for the rest of us. Thank you, Linda!


Take a look at that object. That is my address. I know it looks like a musical instrument that I learned how to play, a bit, when I was in junior high, sixth grade I think. You might even think of it as my own TARDIS. Though it is rather a variable, sometimes bigger on the inside but soon smaller than the inhabitants.

If I’ve counted correctly, I have lived in 21 addresses. Maybe four of them are just the right size. But with family and a few friends and four-leggeds, the insides of these places grow and shrink at the oddest rates. Can you hear the music of the bellows?

When we moved here three Autumns ago, the living room was empty. It has squares of carpet that made me want to play hop-scotch or dance there was so much room. I had my own piano room/hobby room and most of the time I enjoyed that room, but Winter came. Hear the music as we moved into the bedroom to save the electric bill. So that room started collecting things that didn’t fit in the bedroom.

When Spring came, I looked forward to company coming. With no living room furniture, I felt sad. But a kind soul found us sofas and soon the living room had friends and family. I liked working out there where the soft sofas called me. So the piano room is used less.

Suddenly, my son is in a situation where he needs somewhere to live. So this week  I’ve been busy pulling books and things out of that room and trying to find homes for everything that was in there. So remember the empty living room? Boxes! Piano! Bookshelves!

So the address has taken the squeezing–push the button on the top if you don’t want to hear the music! Or is that my accepting sigh? I haven’t seen my son for years! So I am happy to see him and think it will be fun to have him around. Just, oh there’s the sigh again, sad to see the space squish. At least this address is full of space outside, and lots of sky!

Just Jot It January is Linda G. Hill’s baby.

John Holton’s prompt is “Address.” You can visit John at his blog, “The Sound of One Hand Typing,”  Here’s his link:  https://thesoundofonehandtyping.wordpress.com/

 

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