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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.

 

 

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Memories

I can hear Babs singing it right now. I never saw Cats but in voice-class, this was a favorite. I loved that class. Because I got to take it eight times (four for voice and four for accompaniment–which I was allowed to still use for voice. I hated accompaniment. My eye-hand coordination is worse when stressed and being the one playing on stage nearly killed me. I loved singing. I was afraid at first but soon was able to use the butterflies to my benefit.

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After eight semesters I was able to take voice lessons from the teacher. I LOVED that! Soon I was able to sing with friends or alone at churches and other events. I loved hanging out with my musical friends, singing harmonies, playing musical games.  Ah! Memories!

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When I had to move from the area life took over and all that went by the way-side. If I had to sing solos now I would be a nervous wreck. But I miss it. I must find a way to add making music to my daily schedule.

I’m not good at being audience. I can’t sit still long enough. But in those days I got to be in a couple musicals, My Fair Lady – chorus and Oliver (Old Sally). I like singing in the chorus. I got to be the screechy high soprano because most couldn’t get the notes. I’d like to think I was okay. Mostly it was fun being a part of the production. Musicals are my favorite type of music. I like my music to come with stories. I like acting it all out. No talking parts for me. Makes me too nervous. I can remember song words, not spoken.

Into the Woods, Phantom of the Opera, Yentl, and Les Miserable are among my favorites. What are yours?

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Check out Linda G. Hill’s site to learn about Just Jot It January. Today’s prompt is “Passionate”.

I had thought about other things to write about today but I am very passionate about the problem I’m having the Media+. I went for help from WordPress and their answer was clearing the cache. That worked last night, but today not so much, The problem is back. I will go back to working on something else besides the computer.

Wish I could show you a picture of the ear warmer/headband I’m making for my husband but the Media+ isn’t working. I have no energy to fight this daily. Getting very discouraged. If it gets fixed I will tell you about a school I worked for that taught from passions of students and teachers. I was very passionate about that school. But not today. Sorry. Back to loom knitting.


Linda G. Hill: Who could top your memory. Memory is a cold mother!

        

            

OMG! Wednesday was easy! I may need to work on some other things today! Coloring? Journaling? Editing? Color my hair! Ding ding ding! Time to do my hair and come back and color a picture while I decide what to do next.

Say, anyone having trouble with media/pictures? I can’t seem to access my pictures for WP. When I hit ADD+ the next one prompts choosing what’s there or saved. But when I select from my cloud which picture to use it all gets stuck. I have to hit refresh to get out of that pop-up. So these pictures are copied straight from Linda’s site. Yesterdays SYW was copied from Cee’s Photography. I don’t know if it show up or if it is ‘legal’. What can I do to make that work? It used to be easy.


Just Jot It January is brought to us by Linda G. Hill. Go check out her site. The prompt for the day is boisterous.

After the drama of yesterday’s prompt, I cannot feel boisterous. With all that is happening in the world, I cannot feel boisterous.

There are some things I feel grateful for, the healing of my ex-but-friend-and-always-my-adult-childrens’-father. Health, home, family, friends, food…etc.

But not boisterous.

I think I used to be. I think I am still more energetic that even my body or people I know and love can handle. I think that is why I have a hard time with the fibro/arthritis. I want to follow my ADHD from here to there and back, but only my brain goes and the rest sits and knits. It seems all I can do. At least I can do that. And the projects go to folks who need them. At least there’s that.

Boisterous goes with my kids when they were small and had enough energy people always told me they wish we could bottle it. As tired as I was chasing the four of them, I knew where that energy came from. Boisterous goes with reading aloud books like

The Monster at the End of this Book

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I think if I read it again to my pets I might gain back a bit of the Boist!


Detritus

Wow! I made it through a whole month. I managed to write ever day! I just hope it wasn’t too much detritus. There is still so much I need to know about making my blog look nice and have consistency in my writing. I would like to be more organized in my thoughts. But as with NaNoWriMo, I seem to do better off the cuff if I want to keep a habit of writing. 

I have made new friends by checking out other blogs doing this JusJoJan. Does anyone have any ideas to help me keep this up? I do best with some kind of prompt.

Anyway, thank you, Linda G Hill for this fun experience. And thank you, Lorraine of My Frilly Freudian Slip, for the prompt I had to look up. By the way, Linda says we should say, “Hi!” so Hi!

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Blue

Okay, this isn’t today. This was when the snow was deeper. But the picture grabbed me. It echoed what I have been seeing in the snow daily. It doesn’t matter if it is a sunny day or gray day, the photos seem to come out with a blue tinge.

Today was sunny. I needed my sunglasses along with my coat to take the dog out. But sunny and blue makes more ice. So I don’t walk her. I stay on the porch as she goes to sniff out her special spot for the moment.

Aren’t dogs silly with all that sniffing around and finding their piddle or poo spots? It’s like how I go to sleep laughing every night. She crawls under the covers with me. She turns around in circles at least three times. Then she plops down and sighs a deep sigh. Why? Oh, and the way when she’s in her own bed how she scrapes up the blanket and piles it this way and that, only to do that turn around and around and plop and sigh. Sometimes I wish I could read her mind to see WHY she does these things.

But I digress. Blue is the word.

I think I am avoiding it. I keep hearing Cabaret in my head and feel it is time to rewatch it. I know a lot of people are discovering 1984. If we aren’t careful and learn the good our country has to offer in constitutional law and “We the people…” who are the popular vote, we could find ourselves singing Cabaret as was sung in the last scene.

Blue is such a lovely color. Why is it given to the word that means depressed or apathetic? I love the ocean. But surrounded by the sea and sky with no land in sight, possibly falling in and being engulfed–that is the ‘blue’ that is painting my world lately. Loving so many people that just don’t see the world the way I do. That I feel are singing the opening scene of the play. Blue.

Much as we want to bring our friends and family to our way of thinking, it can’t be done. It’s all emotion and little reason, even when facts are right there. I get it. There are beliefs I have that no fact can change, beliefs that give me faith and hope. But at some point, we have to realize the truth, even if it throws us for a loop. Walk in the other person’s shoes.  Allow for those emotions. But somehow, before the end of this play, we need to remember. Before we find ourselves surrounded, engulfed by this sad blue ocean and drowning in something we can’t pull ourselves out of.

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This meandering BLUE is brought to you by Linda G Hill. Thank you for helping me write every day of January! What happens in February?

 


After much thought on the subject–the history of my life, in fact. This is the shortest blog for me. I hate history. I prefer Herstory. See all my reviews to understand.jjj-20173

Prompt of History brought by KL Caley

Thank you, Linda G Hill for a wonderful month. What will I do to continue this next month?


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There. Now that we’ve piled them up neatly we can start a good fire to keep us warm while we let our collective consciousness flow. Nice. Hot cocoa and marshmallows would be nice. But in all this imagining, I feel one consciousness. Everyone seems off on their own ventures so I guess this one is up to me. Pass the melty s’more? Please? Please? Please?

The empty echo reminded me that I may be one of the only folks in the world who has never had one of those yummy tidbits. Went camping with the family all of my childhood yet no one in my family had ever eaten one–at least back then. Now, with diabetes, I guess it is good no one is here to pass me one. They do sound decadent.

All this reminds me of those camping days. The family would go on three-week vacations. Mom saved up every penny and Dad saved up every bit of vacation time. I had a love-hate relationship with camping. I have memories of sitting up on the highest rocks with pencils, crayons, papers to draw on and lots of books. Those peaceful moments away from family were the best.

I have memories of sitting up on the highest rocks with pencils, crayons, papers to draw on and lots of books. Those peaceful moments away from family were the best.

Waking in the cold with the tiny pebbles eating their way through flattened blowup raft-bed, sleeping bag, and my very flesh. Not the best memory. Worse, waiting for the sun to warm the world enough to crawl out of the sleeping bag to make the mad rush to the stinky non-flushable toilet maddeningly painful.

Evening ranger talks and sing-a-longs with educational slides–wonderful! Daytime hikes with rangers to learn of local flora and fauna–Heavenly.

Dirty nails, dirty everything. Cold baths in the tent. Dragging heavy pails of water from the faucet that seemed miles away, getting to camp soaking wet from being splashed the whole way, then still having to wash dishes in the plastic container–Ugh!

Was it any wonder that by the time I was an adult I refused to camp unless there was an automatic dishwasher, washer, dryer, full bathroom facilities, comfy beds, etc.?

Still, I remember the time, BC (before children), that their father and I were forced to camp out under the stars. We got to camp too late to set up a tent.We zipped our sleeping bags together to make it cozy for the newlyweds we were. A biker had this campsite alone and he invited us to share his site. A little scary but he seemed nice. But the biker would prove to be the least of our worries.

As morning came around I heard bumping and crashing. An old pro at camping, I knew bears were looking for food. I was on my back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. Suddenly a big black nose was sniffing at my nose. I closed my eyes and hoped sniffing was all this brute was going to do. As soon as I felt the footsteps walking away, I nudged my husband and whispered, “Bear.”

No sooner had I said that there was a great big string of obscenities shouted as the biker woke to the same visitor. He scared the bear so much that the bear knocked everything off the table and cookstove and slid down the hill out of sight. The biker was pretty shook-up until he started laughing.

The bear had left a huge path of catsup, mustard, and other foods strewn all over then on either side of the bear butt prints all the way down the hill.

Good times! Let’s sing: The Bear Went Over the Mountain…

Now let’s recite:  How much wood would a woodchuck chuck… Ah, never mind.

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Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “wood/would.” Use one, use both, use them any way you would like. Have fun!

Thank you, Linda G Hill for a fun January! Whoever would have thought I would get through a whole month of blogging daily?


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Hi Cyn Thank you for the prompt of the day. Incomplete.

Thank you, Linda G Hill for the fun of Just Jot It January!

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Incomplete

Here are two hats and a scarf that I am currently working on. I always have three to five or more projects going at the same time. And that is true today. I have two more shawls and a doll and gloves all in various stages of incomplete. For many that would be unbearable. Especially, if they are goal oriented. But I have found that my hands hurt less when I switch around between projects. And some projects use all my concentration, those that take constant counting, like the green hat on the purple loom. The white hat on the light green oval loom is the most comfortable as it is loose with no counting. The scarf is just a garter stitch, knit a row purl coming back, on the smaller oval loom. Yes, all are incomplete but make me absolutely happy as I chug along. It isn’t the destination, as they say, it is the trip getting there. In this case, I go into physical shock when I’ve completed something. I need to find the next and get started NOW. That goes for my knitting and reading the most.

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