Have you had those kinds of days where what can go wrong isn’t what does go wrong, despite your best efforts to laugh it away?
Sunday is usually the ‘refresh’ day. But Zoom needed an update and the sound of the UU meet was horrid. Trying to fix that I pulled out my Bluetooth headset. Well, it seemed to grab everything but the laptop. And then the Fire tried to grab the phone. Then the phone made a call to my hubby with the name Chloe. What???? It was MY phone and number he received! And to top that I had to charge each of the tech items. So there were wires everywhere and I was stuck in the chair with all that on my lap.
Picture this with gray hair and a recliner instead of a desk:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spay/splay/spray.” Use one, use two, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!
I think we live in Pet Sematary. Remember poor dead rooster? The one that the neighbor dug a grave for and buried? Yeah, rooster and his look-a-like hen were in the chicken coop this morning. They look a little worse for wear, but they are up and free-ranging, waiting for crusts of my breakfast toast. Not a lot of crowing going on. The growl wasn’t of a zombie rooster but his normal weird growl that I think is suppose to scare predators.
Anyone hearing Twilight Zone or The Walking Dead music?
Speaking of the outside menagerie, When we moved here an orange cat came with the home. We couldn’t get too close. I don’t know if she was he or she. But without the bumps under the tail that our other ginger had before he was neutered, we had a neutered male, who we named Jasper. But if indeed she was she there would need to be a spay. On the stray. We finally decided she was she for lack of feline spraying. So we named her Jasmine. Though we fed her. We never could get near enough to try to take her to a vet.
Five years ago Jasmine looked pretty healthy even though an outdoor feral. She didn’t wander too far from home and never seemed to bring home kittens. Suddenly this year a little gray cat/older kitten showed up on the back porch. Cutest thing ever! Much more friendly than Jasmine. Does tricks on the porch rails and curls all over you if you extend your hand. We’ve named this one Smokey. Again we assume this one is female. This one we may be able to capture and take in for spaying.
Meanwhile, it’s been over a month since we saw Jasmine. And the last few times I saw her she was in the sun but looking so old and tired. I so wish we could have made her more comfortable. Then we didn’t see her anymore. Is Smokey hers? I don’t know. My brother thinks they have similar faces. But I don’t see it. Smokey is longer fur and such a different kind of personality. So when quarantine is lifted we will have to get her spayed. I hope that by that time we will feel comfortable letting her stay inside for the winter. I can see it now all three cats and Kali splayed out on my bed. I may never be able to get under my own covers! I wish I had a picture of her but I found this on Pixabay.com that looks a lot like Smokey.
The rest of–hey! It’s still Saturday! We celebrated number three son’s birthday by Zoom today. During that time all three offspring on the screen received alerts on their cells about rioting and calls for curfew in Reno. Wow! The tropes of the disaster movies flew through my brain. Luckily everyone I knew was already home and safe. Weird life in the days of #WhatDayIsItAnyway?
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.
On a side note: Remember the cold weather complaints? Wasn’t that a couple days ago? Yeah, 84 today with plenty of humidity for feeling yucky. No to mention my silly dog was sick and shaking all night because of her obsession with kitty litter. So we are all tired today. She actually ate treats for being good. But then I daughter her over the litter again. Remind me why I like dogs?
Oh, yeah, yesterday was Memorial Day. We got our mail and the guys did shopping. That seems like Friday. But it’s Tuesday. The tension of the guys going and coming back always makes shopping/Post Office days scary and stink of bleach.
As a creator of the Havenverse (about 16 books now–none published), I needed this and will refer back often as I write and edit. Take the time to read the continuation on annerallen.com. Super helpful!
One of my personal writing issues is I tend to pack my books and stories with way too many characters. If a fascinating person walks into one of my stories, I feel it would be rude not to let them join the party. I suppose my inner Manners Doctor takes over. 🙂
This drives my editors batty. They think confusing the reader is worse than being rude to fictional people. And of course they’re right. They usually tell me I need to consolidate minor characters or eliminate them altogether. Someone even told me there’s a “rule” that a novel should have seven characters or less.
I’ve always been annoyed by all this. But this week I saw a thread in a readers’ Facebook group that helped me see the reader’s point of view.
Where has this day gone? I know I did a bit of knitting. I looked at my CampNaNo book from last month but never did any editing. I did add a prompt to work on tomorrow.
Oh, yeah I spent the day doing laundry. I still have one more basket to fold. Well, that’s exciting. Okay. I am grateful to have clothes, washer, and dryer. detergent and all. I am. Just tired.
It was a nicer day today (70) and tomorrow should be even warmer (72). We don’t have to drip the faucets. Another thing to be grateful for. I was glancing at photos from last year at this time and we had snow on the 21st. This whole winter was far less snow but way colder temps that just seemed like they’d never give up. Maybe we are on a warming trend. Please no 100s.
Okay. I know it was Sunday as we did the Zoomie church (UU) and CBS Sunday Morning. But no John Oliver to round it out.
I got on a kick and decided to watch Battlestar Galactic from the very beginning to see if I could get it this time. So season one from– I think–the seventies. Wow! The hairdos! I found the first season on SyFy the app. It seems like we were growing as a people. Though this is heavy in males, and the women were arm candy or mothers or both, at least the arm candy mothers were becoming pilots of the fighters.
I do love the shiny hair! And the boy and the dog robot. Oh, and heard the first FRACK!
May you have a nice Memorial Day tomorrow if you celebrate it where you are.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ch.” Find a word that starts with “ch” and use it as your prompt word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!
Well, my first thought, if we are streaming, is:
Ch-ch-ch-changes is what we are all dealing with. Remember all the TV psychologists that were preaching about the time it takes to form a new habit? Yeah, that is where we are. Adjusting and reminding ourselves to do the things it takes to keep ourselves and others healthy. It is scary. If not personally, then for loved-ones.
I remember as my grandparents and then my mother lay in the hospitals very ill about thirty years and more ago. I wouldn’t bring my four youngsters around for fear that they might have a cold or something that would be caught by my sickly elders. There was no COVID19 then. I couldn’t bear the guilt should I through my recklessness if they would die. How could anyone not want to try and keep everyone healthy? I don’t understand the childish tantrums.
Well, I do understand the frustration. It is adjusting to the habits and changes that trying to stay healthy and hopefully not make others sick is sometimes overwhelming. It makes me have nightmares. I find myself writing a lot. Especially thinking about, what if this is the last time… What if I won’t see another friend or family member, regardless if it is me or them that go… There is not much in the way of a will, as, what do I have, anyway? Still, I think about things and realize that I wouldn’t want the things. I want my loved one. What if they get the stroke version or the toe-gunk or the having to be on ventilators. Death may not be the worst. Maybe it will be the suffering they, or I will deal with.
All the more stress is added to just getting food into the house. Remember when we could go to the store, hug friends if we meet them there. Stand and talk for hours in the vegetable section. Sure you’d have to get out of the way of other shoppers but they’d smile and just go around. Then the hardest thing was making sure you got everything on the list, because who wants to go to the store more often than once a week. For us, it was twice a month. We’d drive to the city 90 miles away to do the whole thing. With this, we do all the shopping in two little stores in a frontier town. Imagine grocery shopping at the convenience store. Not bad for picking stuff up for the weekend barbeque. But for daily meals with any healthy values it is very hard to do.
Oh, we all know how scary that march into the house and putting it all away is. And then the counting days from the last outing for 14 days. These are habits we didn’t learn. They are still not fully formed habits. Had it been so easy as to just washing our hands more, that would have been a hard new habit to squeeze into our every day. But all of the rest of this is hard for all of us. The sanest people are having problems with it. We are running for our lives, the lives of the medical folks who will be taking care of us or our loved ones. We have to keep reminding ourselves of that. The changes sometimes seem beyond our reach.
I was never a Bowie fan but here are the words to the song:
David Bowie Lyrics
“Changes”
I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that testCh-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I’m going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time
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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One of my personal writing issues is I tend to pack my books and stories with way too many characters. If a fascinating person walks into one of my stories, I feel it would be rude not to let them join the party. I suppose my inner Manners Doctor takes over. 🙂
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