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A collection of thoughts come to me today. Forty two years ago today my third son was born. It seems a million years ago, yet yesterday. Never did he feel new to me. Never had the gene-pool collected so many aspects of loved ones. I think he inherited all the good of us. His preciseness, musicality, need to express, yet need for isolation makes him difficult to control but more lovable nonetheless. His life finally seems to be blooming. Love has found his life. I hope and pray that for him forever.

Now let me collect my emotions, tears of joy and love. Maybe I have a stable center when I’m not focused on family. But family is what I collect.

Per Linda G. Hill:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collect.” Use the word “collect” any way you’d like. Have fun!


My rocker recliner is my best friend. Not only has it kept me in isolation from the covid, now it has rescued me from four days of traveling for four hours a day. I am in this rocker recliner and I’m staying and that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

Happy Saturday — and my man is home! ❤❤❤


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “roc.” Find a word with “roc” in it or use it as a word all by itself. Enjoy!


Calling all calves to check their calendars. Calculate your birthing dates as your moms will calm babies, and adult humans with calcium rich milk.

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with cal.” Use a word starting with the letters “cal” as your prompt word. Have fun!


Per Linda G. Hill:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “day/week/month/year.” Use one, use them all, use them any way you’d like. Enjoy!

A year ago when we locked down, someone suggested that we should all keep physical journals. The idea was to treat this time in history of interest to future archeologists.

That was enough for me to try.

The above became my contribution to the future information diggers.

I was faithful filling in my descendants with all I knew and how it was affecting me and mine.

I touch on emotions and politics. And the thought hit me, ‘What if technology of today no longer exists in the future for whatever reason. So I wrote so far as my knowledge went to explain television, internet, computers, etc.

Don’t ask why I got so into that issue. But it was fun. How would you explain this stuff to, say your ancestors who still only had candlelight, maybe even no books yet? I was thinking about that as I wrote.

Well, I was dedicated daily until August. That’s a lot of months of journaling. No diary in my life had me writing by hand past a week at most. So I was proud of this little tablet that was nearly half full when I made this entry.

I guess I owe my historical- epidemiologists more entries. If they found the book as it is, they’d probably think the author succumbed. I’m sure they would shed a tear, shake their heads, and move to the next historical site. ‘Poor thing didn’t last the year.’

So for their sakes, I will write an entry as soon as this is posted.

In this handwritten masterpiece I will state the facts of actual cases and deaths. How they were loved and treated by overworked health workers and how they had to die without family or friends in horrid pain.

But keeping with my original idea I will show my gratitude that most of my loved ones managed this difficult year.

I will include that two of my three besties have had their first vaccine. That two of us are still waiting.

Fears of future possibilities will be expressed while sharing gratitude and happiness that we may all see each other by the summer.🤞 Hopefully an Independence Day is coming like none other! 🇺🇸


Butter the top. Butter the bottom. Put the meat in the middle. Best way to deal with a delicate issue with a friend or foe.

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It is hard advice to follow when in the middle of conflict. But taking the time to think thus may help both parties find a peaceful solution.

Meanwhile, butter in coffee? I like butter. I love black coffee. But … okay, I’ll look up the recipe and let you know when I’ve tried it.

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Popcorn is best with butter.

(Can anyone tell I’m trying to get healthy?)

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “butter.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!

Last night as we took Kali outside it was snowing. I grabbed shoes and my new coat (thank you, Rizza!) and stood on the porch looking up. There is nothing as beautiful as white fluffs drifting down onto face and glasses. This gave me maximum enjoyment for a mini amount of snow. (Possibly 1/4 inch.) Most melted. More is expected tonight and tomorrow. Maybe another maximum thrill coming.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday


It never rains but what it pours. We’ve been in a draught for so long here on the west coast. Fires shouldn’t surprise us.

Finally, today a little rain. My eyes are so relieved from lack of smoke or too much sun.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a happy medium? (Photo from Puxabay.com)
2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley! https://www.quaintrevival.com/

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is a prompt from Linda G. Hill.


Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “link.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

It is hot here. I don’t want to turn on the laptop and heat the room further. But the hardest part of posting from my phone is keeping the links right. Hopefully, credit goes where it is due.

Weird that the prompt is a word I’ve used often this past week as I sang the praises of  the Flexee Loom. Still loving it  as I work hat number three.

As I close this cellphone quickie, I plan to do my Duolingo. And the word for ‘left ‘ in German is ‘links’

Sorry the segways didn’t link up better.

Have a great weekend!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Practice makes perfect. I used to believe that. I practiced my heart out and became a less than mediocre pianist. Not only have I practiced piano until bloody, but I have also written novels until I am crazy. I admit I am not a natural talent in either art. I do have talents, but I can’t do those things anymore for various reasons. The passions are there.

That said, maybe I have been too hard on myself. There is still hope, and I need to lower my expectations for a while. Aiming for perfection during a pandemic seems a lot more stress than I need to put out there. So if I want to hit 50K, I am going to extend my goal through next month. I will write every day as much as I can. But I can’t handle the stress. Writing Pandamapocalyps helps express and explore thoughts on the virus and letting my imagination play with it. But I need to keep it fun as a stress reliever. That way, I can play with the Pandas.

By the way, my word count is at 27,047. I’ve had the laptop in my lap all day. I barely made over a thousand words more. But as I left yWriter, I was having fun in the story, so I can’t quit. I just want a little less stress. I miss knitting! I need more of that in my life.

So that is my #A2Z version of the #SoCS and CampNaNo report.


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Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wire.” Use “wire” as a noun or a verb or any way you’d like. Enjoy!

More slipper socks finished. Yay!

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And the snow is falling. About an inch in an hour. Here’s the latest of my porch banister that was just wet and brown an hour ago:

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(revised edit: two inches now at the finish of the blog)

That is the peaceful scene I wished for in December or January. Here we are early spring and I wanted to start getting out for walks. But I guess it is helping all of us stay inside and meditate our lives.

You know at any moment we all could have died. Let’s say by accident or gunshot or our own stupidity. I guess the risk-takers would have been more prone to death than those who live from a cautious point of view. It’s all according to how we are wired.

Heck, we have enough coyote-to-roadrunner ratio here that we could have been hit by:

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The loss of life from any or all those incidences are devastating. Yet, they happen every day, bar the anvil. We try to protect ourselves as best we can from any of these, yet our thoughts don’t stray to or remain on the what-ifs.

Our new shared reality is built of constant worry on top of the regular worries of paying bills and surviving winter.

Some of us are wired to be gregarious. We must be around people at all times. Others of us are more of quiet wiring. Many taught to greet with a hug or handshake are shaken to bows or not even meeting people. Besides, who has toilet paper these days? You don’t want to shake that hand!

This is a time for the introverts to enjoy not feeling guilty for staying home, enjoying our own company. This is a time to reflect on how death has always been just around the corner. But facing that it may or may not be your own is hard to grab onto.

We came into this thinking it one more hoax, one more conspiracy. A joke. But even if so, life has come to a halt. Many I know are finding people they know have the virus. Many have it that can’t be tested. It is fear upon fear.

It is like we just opened a new book and we find ourselves in The Walking Dead or something like it. Panic is our worst enemy. Take a lesson from the disaster movies. Stay put and use your time to ponder.

I am finding it hard to listen to the constant fears of others. I’m 70 after all! I have lived a wonderful life. I have a great extended family and fantastic friends. I would hate, at any point in my life to have lost any of them.

At the same time, I have been the young mother as my young children romped about me. I chose not to take my children to see grandparents if any of us were even the slightest bit ill. So I don’t believe in my heart I cause their demise. Yet, at my age, I have lost many I have loved. This is something you never get used to. I assume if it happens on a large scale the loss will be overwhelming. Let’s hope that that doesn’t happen.

Meanwhile, what if we only have a few days to be alive? A few days to enjoy the amount of health we do have? Why spend our last moments worrying. Outside of proper precaution, what more can we do? I’m not saying ‘eat, drink, and be merry,’ I’m saying love your people. Spend as much time as you can by connecting in the ways earlier pandemics didn’t have: Skype, FaceTime, google chat. Talk on the phone if you can handle it. Write out your thoughts, email. If you are so inclined: write letters. I don’t know if sending the letters is advisable as others will have to touch and handle the mail to their detriment. But once this passes, and it will pass, there will be ways to reach out or remember each other.

I do believe we are wired to LOVE.

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