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Zero


I can’t believe that I actually made it to the end of the alphabet! Especially since I did it illegally (I never signed up here: A to Z Challenge ) and I was rarely on track. But all letters were used even if not so creatively. I even got kicked out of Linda G. Hill’s cell I think thanks to John Holton. It has been fun, and best of all it kept me blogging through the month.

Isn’t it nice to tick things off the list, finish something? This month I can say I have hit the blast-off zero on several levels. Tomorrow I will have finished my first full edit of my first book. There is still a lot of rewriting that needs to be done, but at least it isn’t as lame as it would have been previously. This I was encouraged by CampNaNo. I had set my goal to edit two hours a day with a total of 60 hours. I didn’t know it would take less than that to get through the whole book and I have two chapters to go through tomorrow. Woo-hoo!

As soon as I’ve finished writing this blog I will post my newest color escape. Boom!

The feeling of accomplishment is swelling my chest!

Oh, and I finally got to watch Hidden Figures which is why I chose the above picture and didn’t go with Zombies for the final Z.

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I’m once again behind. A day of driving around yesterday. We got a late start. Didn’t know where we were going. Why isn’t there a real

to mark the spot? We were looking for a Habitat for Humanity ReStore to find bookshelves and dressers. Got there just as they closed leaving us to settle for Wally World.

We didn’t like the dressers but found a cube bookshelf that could hold cloth baskets and eventually, if we find a better dresser this could stand up and be for books.

Long day. Plenty of pain, on many levels. Kali didn’t get to go so she gave me quite the lecture when I got home.

This “dresser” bookshelf was fairly easy and outside of missing a locking screw–WHY??? turned out to look like its picture:

That was how it looks on the box. We haven’t put it in its home yet so can’t take a picture of how it turned out.

The real bookshelf… Says on the box that it is 71 in high but comes in a box half that height. The instructions were horrid!!! WHY???? Here’s how it looks on the box:

We finally got ours to look like that without the stuff. It seems upside down as it turns out but we fixed it. Now it needs a wall to put against and help to restrain it. Then a bunch of books will find their new home and a dining room might emerge from the walls of boxes. Yes, all from my hobby room that is now my son’s room.

The easiest project was the coffee table that turned out way smaller than I thought it would be–so I need another or a storage hassock or something. Here’s how the coffee table looks on the box:

It will be nice not to have to drag my TV trays around the sofas so that I can knit and compute. But now I need to have coasters. LOL!

SO this was a SoCS brought to us by Linda G Hill

With a little of the A to Z Challenge mixed in. If you couldn’t tell X and Y were the letters of the day for me.

Well…


Wow, this day nearly got away from me. I did get to walk through the golf course near the lake. The sunshine on the water, the warble of waterfowl. It wasn’t a long walk. Less than half a mile. My back is still hurting tons. I just didn’t want to stay inside on such a pretty day.

The wind whipped up a bit of rain but never got bad enough to send us inside.

Well, I’ve played the ‘W’ game for the A to Z challenge. I need to get ready to read. Nearly finished with Testimony by Anita Shreve.

Yesterday’s picture should work here now as it was the same place.

 

Ride


That prompt may have sparked your brain like it did mine. I was leaning back thinking about an ‘R’ word, looked at my calendar and said, “Eighteenth of April.” Baby Boomers and older probably do the same thing I did. The poem started and then I knew the significance of the date.

 

Paul Revere’s Ride

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow1807 – 1882

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive 
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”

Then he said “Good night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified 
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears, 
Till in the silence around him he hears 
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, 
And the measured tread of the grenadiers 
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, 
In their night-encampment on the hill, 
Wrapped in silence so deep and still 
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread, 
The watchful night-wind, as it went 
Creeping along from tent to tent, 
And seeming to whisper, “All is well!” 
A moment only he feels the spell 
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread 
Of the lonely belfry and the dead; 
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent 
On a shadowy something far away, 
Where the river widens to meet the bay, --
A line of black, that bends and floats 
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, 
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride, 
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side, 
Now gazed on the landscape far and near, 
Then impetuous stamped the earth, 
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search 
The belfry-tower of the old North Church, 
As it rose above the graves on the hill, 
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height, 
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, 
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight 
A second lamp in the belfry burns!

A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, 
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark 
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet: 
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, 
The fate of a nation was riding that night; 
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, 
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock, 
And the barking of the farmer’s dog, 
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington. 
He saw the gilded weathercock 
Swim in the moonlight as he passed, 
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, 
Gaze at him with a spectral glare, 
As if they already stood aghast 
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town. 
He heard the bleating of the flock, 
And the twitter of birds among the trees, 
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,-- 
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.


If you click on the title of the poem it will take you to the website
where I found it to learn more about the poem, the event, and the poet.

This is the 'R' of my A to Z Challenge.

Quack


After our walk today we decided to go for a drive around the lake. My son didn’t realize we had a lake so I had to prove it. It’s small but chocked full of ducks and geese. I was driving so I wasn’t able to take pictures.

 

Even better, we went to the library. My favorite place in town. My son is now official and has his own library card. No, he’s not 4. Add 41 years to that. But I believe you aren’t real until you have the local library card.

I really need to get out my cell phone and take my own pictures around here. This one is very old. It is so much cooler than this!

I’m on ‘Q’ on my A to Z challenge. Time to get some Quiet!

Possible


Probably, it is possible, we will have SPRING. I don’t know what you all are seeing in FaceBook but every other non-political post is about Spring not being here and Winter pushing us past our limits.

This was ‘P’ day in my AtoZ Challenge. The second letter of Spring. Maybe by the time I get to the ‘S’s it will come?

Here’s where you find the real A to Z Challenge that I didn’t sign up for but Playing anyway.


What better thing to begin with the letter Z than Zoo. Here are current pictures of mine:

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Kali and Teddy on the day I went to Hugger Hats, taken by Hubby-AKA Pet Sitter.

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Remember those little tiny chicks and turkeys? Yeah, I can’t pick up the turkeys anymore they are getting too big for me. The chickens never got brave enough to be picked up. The Turkeys try to get me to pet them and are so curious that they will pick on my cell phone as I try to take pictures. Bro is gathering materials to make the portable coop.

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Kali wants to know when Kali can play with the fowl!

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One tired Teddy-cat.

tired Rosey after catching mouse night before

And another very tired Rosey-cat. Both were at our feet this morning with a dead mouse. Irm-thanks?

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This is the end of the #AtoZChallenge! Yay!

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This was fun!


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Well, the prompt word for #Stream of Consciousness Saturday was Yard. Yeah, I’m a day late. I was too tired to think about our yard. Even though it was sort of warm, finally, it was too windy and I was too tired to do much more than stand there as Kali did her OUTSIDE thing.

Did I mention I was tired? Yeah. Went to bed before I had the chance to write the blog. Oops! Didn’t wake up early either. Still kind of tired.

Wish there was a magical person with a magical lawnmower to mow that green stuff that is near the house. That might create a yard. Then another magical person to knock down most of the foxtails and other yellow stuff before the fire season starts. Yeah, that’s the day after the freezing temps it will be 110 in the shade–Oooo–grumpy, too!

So, you can see, maybe why I wasn’t into this prompt. Broken hubby, bro working 6 days a week, me on the tail end of fibro-flare facing the word, YARD. Even if it weren’t the prompt word of the day it looms over me with a vengeance.

Maybe I could have enjoyed the thought that a yard is really 3 feet! Broken down even smaller is 36 inches. I tried this last year. I’d go out and work on the “yard” a postage size part of the ground at a time. Never got past the front porch and the back porch before the heat robbed me of energy and fibro killed me. But the postage stamp places still look better a year later, so I say if a yard is as good as a mile, an inch is as good as a mile. And didn’t I move here for the sky anyway?

ANYWAY…

This is my contribution to the #AtoZChallenge a day late and many dollars short.

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X

This could be the most challenging of the #AtoZChallenge. I wanted to go with the easy, xylophone, or x-ray, but couldn’t think of enough to fill a sentence much less a small blog post. So I went to my online dictionary and ran across words I knew but needed a refresher. So I exited the dictionary with a minor idea. Let’s see if it works.

Are you a xenophile or a xenophobe? The roots of the words are easy in this case. xeno=people especially foreign or exotic. Phile=lover of. Phobe=afraid of. A lot of us don’t think about it much. We tend to think we like everyone.

That would be true for me. I like to think I like all people. But throw me into a room with more than two people I don’t know and I go into a panic with sweats and shakes. One on one, I am fascinated by all people and their stories. If I get to know them well enough I can handle them in a bigger group of folks I know.

Parties? Church? Can’t handle the crowds at all. Even the nicest of groups like the Unitarian Universalists, probably the least judgmental of church groups I’ve ever been in, too many and I am a basket case looking for the nearest exit. (See what I did there?)

I get my xenophile fix by reading about people from other places and walks of life. I think everything you read that stretches your understanding reduces the possible cases of xenophobia.

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il_570xN.633693719_ddlh colorcoded keyed toy piano

But Hey! I learned to play the xylophone before I learned the piano. It had many colored keys like my first little piano. I was and am a little upset that adult pianos are black and white. Mine is pretty and I love rooms of black and white, I would love a room of those colors and a black baby grand, with the tiled look going into the indoor pool of the same colors. Now that is seXy! But red and yellow black and white and brown and purple, blue and green, this started out a song but the dream of this piano/xylophone overreached! Oh, but the piano room with the wood as the main feature could use a glockenspiel! Ooh! Xylophone vs glockenspiel! There’s a topic for another day!

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Notice the above paragraph has no people? Yeah, for a few seconds there I was not nervous. As much as I love people and want them in my life there are times that I could X them out and bury myself in my music or art or writing, reading–ah but sooner or later I crave social interaction. I long for long talks and learning others’ stories. Suck it up, shake and perspire, enjoy the Xeno!

Where are you on the Xeno charts?

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Nearly finished with this fun #AtoZChallenge!

#A to Z Challenge–W


Wow!

In spite of everything, I made it this far! That said, I feel I am not going to give this one the blogginess that it should have. I thought about it all day how I would talk about Wednesday (W), as it was pretty special. But try as I might I can’t seem to find the energy for more than a nod toward today.

Yesterday I packed up and went to our Hugger Hats meeting. It was fun. But having just done the packing and unpacking twice (for vacation and then for home) just packing the small bit for the group was more than my body could take. And I came away with a bag full of fiberfill and lots of small balls of yarn as they want me to make dolls. They like my dolls. I like making them. But bringing it all home just exhausted me and that’s how I’ve been all day! One fun day, one crash day.

Today I vegged and worked with my new Bernat Blanket yarn. I’ve made and unmade the same item 6 times. I’m on my 7th. As it is, I don’t know if I will leave this made or frog it again and make something else. It is soft and wonderful to work with and I feel I am floating as I work with it. I don’t have enough to make an afghan but I just needed the sensation of soft today. Maybe I’ll just make panels to sew together later.

Do you see how I just meandered around on this? Does anyone else have problems like this? The tired has lasted so long and I have no focus to — anything! Wow!

I started with a Wow that was high and enthusiastic. I’m ending with the wow of near apathy. So I’ll hang on to what is left of the first one so that when I have rested for the night I can enjoy the high again. Wow!

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#AtoZChallenge has been fun.

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