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What Day Is It Anyway?


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.

#WDIIA 

 


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Per Linda:

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


So. Remember when I shared the clippers I got so I could cut my hair? Yeah. I didn’t do it. I didn’t even open it. It was more of a beard clipper. And since it was near my husband’s birthday, I gave it to him. He keeps his hair long but he likes to keep his beard looking nice. He was excited about the shaver.

I was missing my FlowBee but the company is being good and staying quarantined. So I looked around and found this:

New Remington HKVAC2000A

I love that it has a little vacuum. It is like a small dustbuster but lightweight and easy to use. Because it hurts my arms, hands, neck, and back to do a whole haircut at a time I don’t think I will ever be finished. But I am following this basic pattern to cut my own hair. I think this shaver does a great job!

I’ll share more when I am more finished with the actual thing. The most important thing to remember is it is just hair and it grows back. Way too quickly! That is why I am saying it is unfinished. I will be doing a bit at a time over the next few days.

Oh, and though for the lower have of the hair the vacuum takes care of the mess, When I start working on the top It is shears and comb. There is a cool cape for that:

Haircut cape

Now it is time to go to bed. It is almost Saturday!

 

Bitmoji Image


Another productive day of editing.

 

 

And to reward myself I spent the day catching up with Outlander the fifth season. This is the book I have read. I am still reading the next one. The books get longer and longer.

 

I have to say I love the television version better. The longer the books are getting the less I’m finding engaging.

I must admit that in the last few days I’ve been floundering for something good to watch. When that happens I watch things I don’t care about but take the place of noise as I edit or knit. The Originals is one of those shows.

 

Riverdale gave a healthy way to grieve Archie’s father, Luke Perry having passed in actuality. It was different.

 

 

We did finish Colony. Why did it end?!!! The last bit made us want more of the real story and real aliens we can see.

 

And Big Little Lies is interesting I love all the actresses and the way the story is developing.

 

 

What have you been watching?

One-Liner Wednesday


 

I happen to feel that the degree of a person’s intelligence is directly reflected by the number of conflicting attitudes she can bring to bear on the same topic.

 

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What a great day this was! I finished a lot of editing and a little writing on Pandamapocalypse.

Then I completed daughter’s socks! At Last!!!!!

These were toe-up, Kitchener cast-on. Mostly flat knit stitch. Four-by-four ribbing with purls and true-knit stitch. And that last bit was the hard part. True-knit feels like purling and so I had to watch what I was doing all the time. I know there are people who love that stitch but I just can’t get a good rhythm going. Oh, and that is the Hers loom of the KB His/Hers set. I now have three sets but the last two sets are smaller than the first set that I actually broke a peg. I like the smaller set. They have the same amount of pegs but the feel is better. Now on to the boyfriend’s socks, yeah I still have the ribbing to go.

While sitting here being productive the sky put on quite the show:

 

 

In spite of the fact that it is supposed to be Spring, we are still only in the 50s during the day and freezing and below at night. Remind me in August and September how I complained as we have fires during 100-degree heat. I’ll apologize. I promise! And with skies like the above, the complaint is only a minor one.

I hope you all had good days and are remaining healthy.


Over the weekend I played with my newest present to myself (not given to me by a cat). I noticed I hadn’t written in my COVID19 journal. No, I don’t have it. I started it on March 22nd. At that time I wrote in my erasable gels. I was steady with it Faithfully documenting what I saw on the news and how it was for our household. I got all the way to April 4th with a very short boring entry. Then I started up again on May 16th. I was able to test each of the pens and I wrote as much as I could about how things are now.

This is a cool set. I can’t wait to try them out on my coloring projects. Even so, they write smoothly and I love all the colors.

 

Here is the Amazon site I got them from 100 Pack 

Just talking about them is making my fingers itch, so I think I’ll stop here to go write an entry in that journal.

By the way, I was happy to get to be a part of the writers’ group tonight so that means it must have been Monday.

Why is Monday still hard? I haven’t worked for years. Yet I’m always tired and disoriented on Mondays. Has anyone else had that problem? How did you solve it? Anyway, I hope you are all staying safe and healthy.


A Day In The Life

Country Style

When we moved into this mobile in the country we knew that there were sacrifices in lifestyle we’d have to make. We’re still getting used to it. In the first year, we only had heating in our bedrooms so we spent the winter there. I was closest to the bedroom door. These guys:

Rosey (sorry, I never seem to get a good picture of this shiny beautiful black cat.)

and Teddy,

had me opening and shutting the bedroom door all night long. Not only did I lose a lot of sleep, but it chilled the room.

One day, kind hubby made a pet door so I didn’t have to do that anymore. The room stayed warm and the cats could come and go as they needed.

Rosey is a sweety. She likes to share with her humans. In the middle of the night, she will bring in socks or other presents.  Here are some of the gifts:

The Snoopy and the Phantom were gifts from a very good friend. I tried to keep them on the piano but Rosey thought we’d needed them in the bed with us.

Teddy is a sweety and lays on our shoulders and purrs. It helps me. It hurts my husband. Teddy switches between us all night.

Oh, the Ninja Turtles? They came with Kali. She never plays with them. But Rosey knows we need them. They are nearly as big as she is. It is difficult for her to get through the pet door with them. But she manages to yell in kitty meows about what she is bringing from the livingroom. She has brought us big hiking boots, even my rainboots. I don’t know how she does it!

Anyway, last night or rather ‘at stupid o’clock’ as my friend Willow21 calls it, this time it was about 5AM, we hear the meowing and thumping that let us know we were in for a present. But there was a jingle sound that didn’t sound like her tags. I got out my phone to put a flashlight on the situation. There she was flopping something that looked like this around.

 

Pixabay.com

 

Yeah, not my picture because the phone was the light.

Most of the years we have lived here there have been mice. But not many and things were generally okay. This year before COVID19 we were inundated. So we were already fighting Hantavirus. We’ve, well, my brother mostly, set traps all around. We had been catching two or three a day. It had calmed down a lot lately, so a mouse wasn’t what I expected.

I hate killing them. They are so cute. One day, a few years ago, I went into the bedroom and saw one like this on my made bed.

Pixabay.com

Except that the one on my bed was more cinnamon with white on his/her belly and feet. It had its hands folded together in prayer form like it was pleading for its life. My heart was broken. I wanted to pick it up and pet it. I wanted to sit and draw it so puffy and soft. But I remembered Hanta and called my brother to see what he could do about it. He didn’t have the heart to kill it either. He scooped it up with a kerchief and set it free outside. We didn’t have the rooster yet. Nowadays the poor thing would be eaten. We have tried the live traps hoping not to kill them. But I think, no matter how far away from the house we set them free, they call their friends and tell them about the big house full of free meals. Yeah, they didn’t read the contract. Sometimes I’m tempted to put them in cages to tame them and hold them. But we barely have enough money to feed ourselves and the three furry friends. I don’t need to start a colony of more pets. So the quandary stands. The only choice is to trap them then feed the chickens.

So this was Sunday, yeah the usual Zoom church and CBS Sunday Morning defined it for me, even though it’s been a long, long day since rooster crow time. Let’s hope tomorrow is kinder to all of us furry or not.

What Day Is It Anyway? is another blog prompt by Linda G. Hill in her words:

Why I’m writing this post:

Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.

Let’s keep in touch!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday


 

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “want.” Make the word “want” the first, second, or third word of your post. Have fun!

Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach

Let your watchword be despatch

And practice what you preach

Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by

For you never miss the water

Till the well runs dry

When I was a teen a hundred eighty years ago, okay, exaggeration, sixty-four years ago, and what’s the dif? I heard the above song and embraced the concept. I didn’t remember the whole song, just the above chorus.

Click below for the lyrics of the whole song:

Waste Not, Want Not

I couldn’t find the actual song. I think it was on Mormon Tabernacle Choir album I came upon way back when. If any of you find it let me know. I didn’t want to spend all day researching while trying to stream my consciousness.

This very song is my blatant rebellion to the ‘if it doesn’t scream joy to you throw it away’ mentality of those who are the haves and have always been haves. When you have been poor you know want, need even more so. If you have moved a lot and threw away as you moved, find yourself needing things you threw away because in the new place it was important. Replacing all that is easy when you have good jobs. Not so much when times get hard. Or like now when much isn’t in the stores.

We may have more than we need right now, making the place messier than Marie Kondo could handle. Not as bad as Hoarders victims. But I don’t believe in throwing out. Those clothes that don’t bring joy? Make them into other items, carryalls, yarn, or patches. Book you don’t want to read? Well, you can donate to the library, which I do, but throwing out? Nope. If it was a popular textbook or best-seller, there are too many out there. They can become new art supplies, journals, decorations. You can build things with books. Heck, you can build walls to whole new rooms should you bring another in who needs privacy. Books insulate sound.

I do believe that giving to others is a good thing. If I can I do. But my energy to gather and lift and carry to the vehicle and then to a second-hand store is close to nil. My same lack of energy makes a yard sale, even prior to the lock-down, nearly impossible.

The thing is, I have had many occasions where I needed something and by having these bits of waste around I was able to build something that fills the need. I’m a firm believer in that maxim. I do not waste so I need not want.


While knitting up a storm or three, I’ve been bingeing a bunch of things. I had that floundering feeling after Grey’s Anatomy and This Is Us ended. So I have been more or less sampling. And in no particular order, because I didn’t write it down, duh!

Okay. Not my kind of show. I don’t like a lot of shooting and car chases, not to mention a perfectly good Alfa Romeo ruined. But I know tons of you will love this. Maybe when anxiousness isn’t the go-to emotion this would be fun for me. Oh, and Bechdel has got to frown at this one.

But then again though equality stands the tests how can I like stuff like:

Hey, they got some things right in Carriers and if you can watch shows about pandemics this is okay;

To lighten things up I took all the choices on Kimmy!

That one was hard to knit to as I had to keep dropping the loom for the remote to make the right or left or middle choice accordingly. It did make me laugh a few times.

I finished Dead to Me. I did have to go back and rewatch the first season. But it was fun and kept my mind busy while knitting.

Today I finished Doctor Foster

 

I dunno. Too much angst and not using enough logic as I would hope from a doctor. But again, great for knitting!

Right now I am watching our recorded from Christmas Time, Frozen. It is cute enough that I might have to buy it.

 

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