Last #SoCS of the year: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/knew.’” Use one, use both, use them any way you like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley! https://www.quaintrevival.com
New Year is upon us. If only we knew whether it will be normal or strange as 2020.
I hope we learn new, exciting things. Ways of loving each other regardless of how different we seem to each other.
I hope our passions lead us to new talents and abilities.
May we grow in health and wealth, learn to love deeper.
Last night the hairdryer of the world blew. It felt like our home was going to fly away. Today there is very little snow. Mostly water or ice. It snowed here November 1st. Snow piled up over the month. Here’s how it looks now:
Yuck. What a mess!
No worries. More snow is expected by this evening and for the rest of the week. But rain will be here when the wind stops.
It’s been over 32 at night so we feel like it’s summer, kicking off blankets and turning on fans.
Snow is pretty and covers all the weeds. Bonus is insects die out. Those last flies hung out until nearly December! But finally gone.
I hope you all are safe and weather your weather, which is far worse than ours.
I had high hopes for this book. After all, Whoopi. Need I say more? I hoped for sassy and smart. And I hoped she’d do her own narration. Instead, listed for narration are Devon O’Day and Jackie Schlicher. I don’t know that I heard two different people. They both sounded like teens to thirty years old and spoke without a feeling of relating to the information given.
About that information. We old broads already know most of the suggestions given. We’ve lived long enough to figure it out. The author didn’t get how those with disabilities and low income can follow much of that advice.
Okay, there might be a thing or two to learn, but I wish there were far more discussions about aging while female.
I can remember reading everything about menstruation at twelve. I couldn’t get enough of pregnancy and giving birth. We did have Our Bodies Ourselves to learn about our biology and psychology. But then we are left in a desert of drying parts. Try figuring out what your private bits should look or feel like after a certain age. Go ahead Google it! All you find is a bunch of porn. Not helpful!
So I guess I’m happy someone has done something. Please more. And if Whoopi, please let it be Whoopi!!!!
I have always thought that Christmas Eve is the coziest day of the year.
Maybe I have to take that back. As a child it was full of angst. But my brothers and I had a system. We could look through the heater on the wall between the bedrooms area and the Christmas tree/living room area. Yep, saw the bikes one time.
Though most of the best presents didn’t come until after our bedtime.
But just before bed Dad would read us The Night Before Christmas. I loved the man in the kerchief and lady in the hat the narrator spoke of. Little did I know I would one day live where it would get cold enough to wear a hat to bed.
There was hot chocolate and candy canes. Sometimes we went to church. But mostly Dad would read the story of Mary and baby Jesus and tuck us in for the long winter’s nap. Oops. I just realized I had it backwards. It’s “With Ma in her kerchief and I in my hat.” Sorry about that.
Even when my kids were young I tried to follow the tradition. No dividing heater. Hot chocolate, fire in the window of the propane heater. Warm and full of love. The next day my folks would play Santa by bringing more gifts than my husband and I could possibly afford. I called my kids the richest poor kids around.
For us that quiet cozy night was preparing us for the loudest day possible.
So many memories. They bring the inner cozy with them.
Merry Christmas Eve. May it be full of cozy memories
I’ve been busy. I just wish I was able to be finished with everything at Christmas time. Oh, well the love is there.
All the other projects continue but not enough progress has happened to show in pictures. It’s interesting that my hands prefer knitting to loom knitting. I have to remember to put the needles down and pick up the looms.
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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