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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun! Per Linda G. Hill.

I am horrid at mail of any kind. Email and snail correspondence get dusty waiting for me. Especially since we moved into the middle of nowhere. With no house delivery, we used to go to the post office a couple of times a week. We now are lucky when picking it up a couple of times a month.

I have a friend I would love to emulate in her mailing habits. Out of the blue recently I received the above postcard. She wrote a haiku on the back with a nice message of affection. She is the one that sent the present a day for advent. They were things like dollar store bubbles or silly putty. But out here and with the fibro keeping my housebound most of the winter, these were treasures. I felt like a little kid with each gift I opened. I feel the same when I receive a postcard or letter from her.

Not only is this humbling to me, but it also teaches me how little things can make life worth living.

This is my promise in front of the whole internets: I will start writing notes, letters and other types of posts to this friend and others. Even in Spanish if I have to. 😉😎

 

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The Sole With Soul

I don’t know why I made that title. Mostly to remind me of the prompt of the day. But it did make me see dancers. Yes, this one:

For seeing the sole of the shoe in the moonwalk dance during the Billie Jean performance brought me back to listening to popular music. The 70s were not nearly as exciting for me as the 60s so I had taken to just my few albums, ​33 1⁄3  if you please.

The next decade offered tons of wonderful music as one of my children noticed the Beatles and another the Cure and Depeche Mode and Queen I was happy to turn on the radio. The kids and I sang loudly!

Music plays a part in my soul at all times with such eclectic turns and extremes. From the forced piano lessons from ages 5-15, church music, singing non-stop even in my dreams, classic and even an occasional loud metal or rap. It’s all in there and always on.

As for the other picture in my mind for the prompt, and I hope I can find a picture that matches the one in my head, the dancing sole-fish:

Okay, I know it isn’t a sole fish, but he seems to be dancing with soul!

 

 

Thanks, Linda, for this fun challenge!


Wow. I just changed my physical calendar. That’s how out of it I feel. Those trips to the ER/Bend are so hard on me, especially when we don’t get home until 4:00AM and asleep at 5:00AM. We slept well past noon. Just exhausted. STILL two days later. We should be celebrating the relocated shoulder.

Maybe some won’t understand the extreme tiredness that happens to those of us with chronic illnesses like fibromyalgia, arthritis, etc. The days of a quick recovery and getting back to business takes a lot longer.

Lots of naps as just sitting around doing less than nothing happens as I try to get something done. Yeah. Laundry did happen. Three loads felt more like 50 loads. I should know. I had four kids so I know laundry.

It is exciting to know that Snowmageddon has calmed down. The temps are higher, the snow is melting. Maybe March is going to be better than February? I sure hope so. When I finally recover I hope the mud and ice are gone so I can get outside and walk, and maybe get rid of some ‘guilt’bushes (sage that is growing to close to the house presenting a fire hazard).

I tried a new Yoga today but I don’t think I’m ready so as of tomorrow I’ll get the chair yoga going again.

There is a lot more to say but the energy is gone. Maybe I’ll get back to it tomorrow.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is a challenge brought to us by Linda G. Hill.


The thing is I wanted to go look up quotes and pictures. I don’t believe that is the point of Stream of Consciousness. And it wasted my writing time.

I guess I feel a little bad when I have to be the critic like I had to be with yesterday’s review. Here I am at the point where I need critiques of my overall book (not ready for the pickiunies). And I’m afraid. Yet as I review books I feel I have to let first of all my future self how I felt about a book and then friends. I never assume that mine is the only critique. It may not even be close to how I feel if I re-read a book later in another level of my path as a person. It is just what it is in the moment.

Often when I read a book my pain levels are high, or my brain is foggy, or circumstances in my life flavor everything I do. I try to include these variants in my reviews. I know to some people that may be a limb I shouldn’t go out on. They just want to know about the book. Not about me. But like I said above, I write these for me and share with others. I spent too many years re-reading the first part of a book thinking it seemed familiar. But no way to keep track until GoodRead came along. I share copies of my critiques on Amazon and here and NetGalley.

Is that against Internet rules to do that? I often see that people say, ‘as posted on…’ Am I supposed to say that? Why? I just copy and paste my own words. If I want to share someone else’s I try to make sure to give the author attributes so it doesn’t seem like I’ve copied someone’s work. But it seems like it ought to be okay to share my own, right?

Anyway, is there a quote that says, ‘All the world’s a critic.’ or words to that effect? That was the quote I was trying to find.

My  mother used to say, “It’s easy to criticize, harder to walk in their skins.” Something I need to remember always.

Thanks, Linda for this challenge and the prompt ‘Critic’.


Yawn

Just another blog. I’m sorry. I have nothing. Again. But here’s the thing. When do you yawn and why? It isn’t always for boredom. I yawn when I get started on yoga. After I’ve done some of the postures and breathing my yawns go away and I feel better.

Then there are nap and bedtimes when the body tells us that it is time to sleep. Yawn after yawn until we hear what our bodies are saying.

Yawning is dangerous for those of us with TMJ. I watch the emergency shows and last week a lady was stuck mid-yawn and couldn’t get her jaws to close again. I knew this was a possibility that is why I often use that closed mouth yawn you use when you are supposed to be paying attention: plays, speeches, someone talking to you, church, reading something boring like this. I even add the hand over the mouth to help keep the mouth closed.

Oh, what joy it would be not to have that fear and to let that yawn take control. But our nearest emergency room is an hour and a half and then there is the waiting in the waiting room. Germs and ugh! So, I’ll stick with the prim and proper yawn and let go in other areas of my life.

*Yawn* is the prompt given to us by our seemingly tireless writer, blogger, and challenger, Linda G. Hill. Thanks, I think. And good night.


Lightly falling,

Fluffy white,

Suddenly:

Sideways,

Crisscrossing,

Erratically

Blowing.

Blizzard?

Not quite.

End of story?

Hardly.

 

 

This Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to us by Linda G. Hill.


A friend and I were IMing each other. Every time her message arrived my laptop beeps. I like that as I don’t have to stay on the page but can follow my ADD (which isn’t on the prompt, by the way) and click on whichever tab I want to peruse.

But Kali goes nuts. She starts shaking and panting and won’t eat or drink. All those little noises the phone or laptop make to tell me someone wants my attention terrify her. Have any of you dealt with this? It’s been there since she moved in with us and I think my daughter had to deal with it also. I do remember when visiting my daughter that they couldn’t put on the oven because it made small ticking sounds. The would send Kali into a huge shaking fit. You have to cook so they just tried to ignore it and get the meal finished.

Our stove here doesn’t make a noise and the microwave doesn’t seem to upset her. So at least there’s that. But I miss many texts and IMs on my phone and laptop because I try to keep the sound down.

She looks calm but she’s blurry because of the shaking. At least she isn’t panting anymore. The IM conversation was a half hour ago.

She was a rescue way back when. It was her nervousness that ended her life at my daughters as she couldn’t be left alone without destroying the place. My daughter has to go out in the world and work, ya know. We took her in because we are home all the time, so…

We wanted to try her as an assistant dog for me but my anxiety gets way worse when I take her out with me into the busy world. We are only good for each other at home or out in the yard. Even walks make me more nervous because she wants to attack other dogs. She thinks she’s the alpha when the other dogs could eat her for lunch. So I have to be careful where I take her so we don’t have those encounters.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining about her. I love her dearly and in our days she sits connected to me nearly 24/7. I’m just concerned about how to deal with her ‘sound anxiety’. Any ideas?

Well, I didn’t exactly meet the prompt requirement but I did follow my stream. Thanks, Linda!


I’m sorry to have to combine days but, well, life, ya know?

First, I was busy making these while binge-watching shows on television.

A friend’s daughter had a baby boy. By the way, the snowman is for the big sister. The octopus is my own creation. The hat and booties are the patterns from the KB Baby Looms.

The snowman is from Scarlett Royal.

Then I got busy thinking that working my 10-stitch afghan to keep warm while in my living room. But it had been nearly a year since I worked on it and I couldn’t get it to work right. I’d forgotten how I was working it. It was lap-size that that point. I was really unhappy with it all so I frogged it. The whole thing. It took most of the day. (Frogged=unraveled=ripped. Sounds like ribbit, get it?) I kind of like doing that as I know I will have more yarn. I like the sound of the ripping. But then I make yarn cakes with my  Yarn Winder.

I don’t often make that many cakes in a day. I couldn’t sleep last night for the pain in my winding arm. I still didn’t finish until mid-day today. Then I started my new 10-Stitch using Kristen Mangus’s pattern. I’ve made about five inches now, Can’t wait until it can keep me warm again.

Meanwhile, there was no need for companionship as this one is always within my reach, like now.

Isn’t that one of the sweetest faces around? And she understands a lot more than a lot of people!

Jot It 18th

Streaming and Jotting 19th

Television prompt

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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.


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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