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And may I add that today I feel like a lump of Plaster of Paris. I have been doing the same Chair Yoga almost every day this month so it isn’t as though I am doing a lot of exercises but it seems all I can do.

Maybe it is the crazy weather. I was beginning to think we would have an early spring. 17 days until GroundHog’s Day after all. But I woke to snow. Much as melted away. For the next few days, we are expecting rain and or snow. So maybe this is the changes in barometric pressure. Bah!

Just Jot. Prompt Paris.

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Reflection

Though I know this isn’t the reality, I always thought that Diana Ross followed me around as a teen. It seems like when something happened in my life she came out with a song that reflected it.

My favorite was Reflections. I loved that beginning. Here’s a reminder for those who might have forgotten this great hit.

On a deeper reflection blue ocean blue skies. Beauty worth poets.

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(How’s that for royalty free?)

 

More shallow: Who is that old woman who looks at me from the mirror?

This fun is part of Just Jot It January. Reflection is Janet’s

Happy Monday!


Undiscovered

When I first saw the prompt I thought it said Undiscover. “What?” I asked the room. “Is that anything like unsee? Like I will NEVER be able to unsee THAT!”

I worked on that presumption all day. I got nothing.

Finally, I got to the writing time and took a fresh look at the prompt. “OH!”

Things to add to today’s previously undiscovered things:

A new wrinkle

A new idea

A series or movie

A blog

A pattern

A new ache or pain

A new book

A great Chair Yoga

A new FaceBook meme

A new appreciation for old friends or family

A new sound in outer space

A new baby(?)

Some of these previously undiscovered things are as local as personal. Others reach out a bit. Exaggerate much?

While most of these are merely life happenings. Imagine the time when humans had undiscovered lands and people. Exciting. Yet scary. Imagine leaving your loved ones to go off and discover what may be there–or not. Makes an undiscovered wrinkle or pain a minor wrinkle.

I wish at this age I had the energy to get up and go like I could when younger. Discovery and adventure were more than just in books or movies. Maybe that Chair Yoga will give me what I need to bring some of that back. What do you think?

Jotted because of Linda. Previously undiscovered blog of prompt.


Okay, since this is supposed to be a stream, I will let my head go and let the fingers follow.

Art. Art and Music were always my favorite subjects in school. I can’t imagine getting through school without them. And you want to know something funny? I always felt the teachers gave me ‘A’s in those classes because they felt sorry for me.

That is silly to think it now because I rarely got lower than ‘C’s. If I flunked everything I could understand that thought process but that wasn’t the case. In fact, I dumbed down in school as I was afraid to stick out as a nerd or smartypants.

The classes I did worse in were Geometry and Fourth year Art. Geometry just never made sense to me. More about that later. The Art class I nearly flunked? I was in ninth grade. It was because of the high grades previously that they put me into senior Art. That would have been exciting but without having that teacher before I found the class confusing.

First of all, we didn’t ever do art. It was a daily class of taking notes the teacher wrote on the board. My mom was proud of me qualifying for that class but I complained about it every day. She told me to stick it out. The grade would result from handing in the notebook of notes at the end of the semester. I wanted to draw or learn to paint. I got the note to take home that I was failing the class. I had to stay after school every day to do the note-taking. Ended up I got a ‘C’. And I’d like to say I didn’t learn anything. But I learned a lot about perspective and actually can still see some of my notes with illustrations in my head. The teacher was crazy and often spoke of meeting space aliens. That should have been fun for me as I’m a sci-fi fan from way back. But he harped on it so often that I was worried about people being taken. Distractions from art.

Just a quick note. I squeaked by with a ‘D’ in Geometry. Once again daily after school with a lot more help. One of the smarty nerds tried to help me. The teacher tied to help me. I still don’t get it. I loved Algebra. But that class did me in! Glad they didn’t flunk me.

Remember how I said I can still see pages of the notebook from that Art class way back then? That is a common theme of how I have remembered things all my life. In classes, as I take notes (notice present tense) I would draw in the margins or even try to make my notes as illustrated as possible. Any doodle will do, though. Somehow I could remember the page of notes by the pictures I drew. Even in college, even if I take a class online now, drawing helps me remember.

Another memory thing I’ve discovered lately is when I am knitting something it seems to connect to that cellular memory. Well, I guess that is what it is. Does it happen to you? When I pick up the project the next day I can remember what I was watching or what conversations I was having when I last touched it. I think that is my art memory popping up. When I see that project finished in other times I still feel the memory. Weird?

In my Music History class in college, I found another kind of art helped me. I have never been very good with names and dates of history classes. In this class, I found that if I made a story of the names and dates or terms I could get all the answers. It worked so well that my classmates would ask me to tell them the story before the test. They started getting better grades, too. The only example I can think of now had to do with the Hippodrome. I pictured Disney’s crocs and hippos dancing ballet and somehow that helped. The sad part is, I can remember the pictures of the story but not why I memorized them. So that only worked on the short term for tests. Storytelling is an art, too.

The same visual effects worked for memorizing piano music. I could see cartoon cats chasing cartoon mice across the keys.

Just working on Escapist Coloring for Linda’s other fun blogging adventure, brings that art memory back.

Am I the only one this arty thing happens to? This makes me think. Since my grandmothers, both died of Alzheimer’s, I hold a huge fear of this disease. Maybe I need to start doing a lot more art to keep that part of my brain working. How does it help old people that have it? Are there studies out there about this?

On an aside, I find when I play oldies but goodies I feel the feeling of those bygone days. I’ve told my people that if I get the big “A” play those for me from the ’60s and ’80s to making wake the brain.

SO… I hope you didn’t need a canoe to go with me down this Stream. And I certainly got a lot of Jot out of it. Hope it was good for you.

Thanks to Linda G. Hill for #Just Jot It January and #Stream of Consciousness Saturday.


Poor Jane

A story in the style of P.L. Travers’ Mary Poppins. by Darlene Milner

Mary Poppins as imagined by the illustrator of the book series, Mary Shepard, for the first volume.

As Mary Poppins, Michael and Jane sat on the bus, they wanted to get up and play but the bus driver told them to sit still. Mary sighed and told them she wouldn’t be embarrassed by their behaviour. “Come sit and I’ll tell you a story.”

Mary’s stories were always fun. They never felt like stories. They felt like adventures they were alive in. This story began with the chimney sweep, Bert. “You remember him and his chalk drawing?” The children nodded and scooted closer to their friend.

“Well, ole Bert had just cleaned the chimney at your house, remember? Only after he cleaned up the mess on the fireplace rug, he noticed a noise in the chimney. He had just been in there, so he knew there wasn’t anything there. But there was the noise again.”

Michael interrupted with, “What was it, Mary?”

“Patience is a virtue, Michael. Now hush.” She went on to tell them that Bert crawled back up into the chimney. Suddenly he was calling out. It seemed he was stuck.

“I remember! I went back in to save him!” Jane said.

“Yes, you did. Do you want to tell this story?”

Jane nodded again and started from her point of view. “Well, I got stuck, too! There was a small bird fluttering around Bert’s head. It was saying that it accidentally flew into the flue and couldn’t get out. I felt so sorry for her that I forgot about being stuck in there.”

“Oh, I remember that Jane! I tried to go in to save you but Mary stopped me and sent me to bed.” Michael complained.

“Well, I didn’t know about that because I couldn’t seem to get around Bert to get to the bird. Finally, Bert slid back down and out the front of the fireplace. I was in the chimney alone and I was so afraid. But then the bird started singing to me and I felt better.

“The bird didn’t seem so upset anymore. She lit on my shoulder. I loved that. She started telling me how she got blown by a strong wind that she tried to stay out of. It seemed a magical wind that was directed at Nannies but the bird was the only one that got caught up in it.”

“‘I was trying to get back to my nest of eggs when it happened.’ the bird said shaking her head in sadness.

“I remember curling up with the bird and tried to make her feel better. She was so sweet and sang with such a high trill. We told each other stories and she let me pet her head.” Jane suddenly grew quiet.

“What’s wrong, Jane?” Michael asked. He was engrossed in the story.

“I can’t remember the rest, except I got very hot like someone had lit the fire.”

“That is because you caught the flu and all of this was due to your fever climbing.”

“Did it really happen, then, Mary?” Michael and Jane asked

But as the children knew, Mary would never tell.

Thank you, Linda, for this fun opportunity. Just Jot It January is so fun! And thank you, M. Oniker for the fun prompt.

 

 


 

Linda’s JJIJ.

 

Sunrise prompt from Toortsie. See:

Toortsie’s Wednesday One-Liner

My computer has been unavailable due downloading Chrome updates and then running scans since before sunrise. So I’ll keep this short. Writing on smaller screens is SO hard for me. And trying to do anything, say like trying to add a link causes crazy blinking screens. Ugh!

Please read other people’s Jots from Linda’s page. I’m sure you’ll see some fantastic photos, poems, and thoughts of the time of day I’m rarely awake for. Usually I will have just been asleep for an hour or so as sunrise happens.

Instead, if I can get my Fire to cooperate, I’ll share a photo of my favorite time

 

I hope you like it!


Have you ever looked at the word SELF and seen an elf or do you nearly see fles-h?

 

Since I was out yesterday, I didn’t get to use the prompt so I brought it along to today. The prompt was brought to us by Ritu while Just Jot It January and One-liner Wednesday are Linda G. Hill’s creations.


What is all this? These are some of my mementos of Christmas 2018.

One of my friends (and I have some fantastic friends, just saying) had a cute idea this year. She decided that it would be fun to send me “Advent” presents. I don’t think I have had this much fun in December in a long, long time!

When you live in such a rural place that there isn’t door-to-door delivery, mail seems to become even more exciting. UPS does come straight to the house but other forms we have to drive to the post office to pick up.

Anyway, the first box included the first week and a half so that my birthday present was in it. Only on that box could I open more than one package. Woo-hoo!

Look, this is what was the best about this. My friend had to keep down costs. She’s on a fixed income like me. So for a while, she picked up goodies that were very inexpensive, you know like sales items or Dollar Store kinds of things.

I don’t know why but I nearly cried every day as I opened the proper present. Even for the cute little plastic frog or the heart-shaped pencil sharpener. There were some more expensive items. My pal said even those were bargains. That lovely fan, the fragrant sachets, the soft socks (two pairs), pattern books (four including crochet, and knitting), two small canvases for painting on, a cute purple picture frame, a couple tablets (journals) with pens, a glow in the dark wand, silly putty, play dough, a bottle of bubbles, a rock she actually painted (so adorable!), did I mention the little candle, chocolate, a tiny wonderful jar of Nutella, soft yarn, Magic Sniff a small container of tissues, a pen that says “I’m a Beautiful Snowflake a dolphin bookmark. I hope I got it all in this list.

At any rate, as good as it made me feel to open something every day, I think I may want to follow her lead and start doing this for her and other loved ones. It was truly the gift that keeps on giving, at least for 25 days.

I was thinking this might be a fun thing to do for elder friends and family. Heck, they probably already have all they need but stuck at home or in the rest home or hospital, etc. This process of opening a little something helps one to feel the love. And I can store these in a small box so it doesn’t make it hard to decide where to store everything. The only things not in the box are the chocolate and the Nutella. They disappeared within! 😀

Christmas was fun all around for me.  These momentoes will be in my heart and I feel loved.

Thank you, Linda G. Hill for Just Jot It January. Thank you, Tara, for a chance to use the prompt, Memento.


Just Jot It January is Linda G. Hill’s gem. The prompt “Master” is brought to us by Sadje of Keep It Alive.

When I saw the prompt I went musical. “It’s a lot/It’s a lot…” With Depeche Mode. Then I found myself in Les Miz with om pah pah om pah Enter Monsieur

 

Since it is January and everyone is talking about resolutions or possibilities of healthy living I thought how many things I want to master. Like I’d like to move without pain. Eat, drink, and move with a mastery of self and pain. I think it is possible. I’ll keep trying.

The other day I found that Udemy is having a sale on classes for editing. It was such a good bargain (and I hope they are good people). So, I’d like to master my writing.

Okay, maybe mastery is too perfect. I want proficiency to the point that I like what I’m doing and unafraid to share with others. What I have learned over my life is that perfection is lonely and never fun. It can send me running away if I find myself working in that mindset. On the other hand, not trying will never  get you there. Finding a balance of trying and being happy in the attempt seems the only way I can do anything.

Does that make sense? I was raised by someone that wanted perfection. Wouldn’t let me leave the piano until I could play a phrase or song perfectly. The bed needed to be made perfectly, the house should be cleaned perfectly. But that parent was bipolar. The house would be so clean you could eat off the bathroom floor, or she’d be laying on the sofa in complete depression. So as an adult, I had a hard time finding my own levels.

I needed to find how to be happy playing the piano. Singing helped. I needed to find how to clean and thought I had it down to happy until the fibro hit. Then I found I had to be happy with whatever my body allowed that moment. Delegate and be happy with how they do it–or don’t.

It seems that nowadays I have to look at every movement for every job and goal. Oh, and maybe the word happy isn’t it. I think I could happy my way back to weeks in bed. When I really get into something, say working on a pair of socks, I can enjoy it too much. Hands hurting for weeks but nice to have the socks done? The trade-off is too off. So the aim is to do just short of the goal. Be happy with the results later. Not the way we have been taught. But maybe more the master of life by knowing limitations?

You would think at 69 I’d have this whole concept mastered. Live and learn. Have you found mastery of life easy?

 


Sap/Sep/Sip/Sop/Sup

“‘S’up?”

“Sap?”

“Nah, it’s winter. How’s the soup?”

‘SIP’ “Sipped”

“And the bread?”

‘SLURP’ “Sopped.”

“The tab?”

Diner leaves the cafe quickly and shouts, “SEP!”

Waiter shouts back, “What’s that mean?”

Teen on a cell nearby mumbles, “Somebody Else’s Problem.”

You can find others using this theme once you check in on Linda G. Hill’s site. Some are far more clever than mine.

How about a few knitted projects to add some visual interest?

Loomed mostly flat-wrap knit with e-wrapped portions.

 

Needle knitted

 

 

Both sets loom knitted. I think this was a Loom a Hat pattern. It was so easy and I loved these slippers so much I almost kept them. They were SO soft. I think someone will love them as much as I did.

 

 

I love making these tiny comfort dolls. It is one of Loom a Hat’s patterns I have memorized so that I don’t have to read a pattern or watch YouTube.

 

My ADD Saturday Stream is taking me to the next binge. UnReal on Hulu. I hate reality shows. First of all, you know they aren’t, right? Real, I mean. This show gives ideas as to how unreal these shows are. Yet this show has interesting writing. I like how the topics are current and addressed in creative, if not, horrible ways. Have you watched it? What did you think?

Oh, and yesterday I started on the Better Call Saul. Funny, mostly.

I watch UnReal with my husband as we seek something interesting while TV goes on hiatus. Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul, I watch in the living room during the day and my brother and son join me. Shows I really like, the guys don’t, so when I need alone time I’ll pull out a feminist movie and watch them all seek out their own entertainment. If I need more bodies in the living room to keep it warm put on a guy show. Crazy how that works! 😉

The wind is blowing in a storm. We are expecting snow tomorrow. The noise outside is crazy! I expect to see a witch riding a bicycle by the window at any moment. I took poor Kali out a while ago and she nearly crashed into the door as I tried to hold it open against the gale. Hey. Have you noticed that? Dorothy Gale got taken in the tornado!

Okay, it’s late enough that the stream of consciousness is overpowering me. Flood of consciousness more like.

 

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