Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Photo

The mustachioed sky is nothing like a pistachioed sky which sounds more delicious. Instead it seemed the sky didn’t want us to relax with clouds. More than 22 lightning strikes were counted. Though it sounds like all were taken care of quickly. The day was cooler with spits of rain so I can’t complain. Even Kali was happy to go outside as the mist was so light she could barely feel it. Oh, and that fresh clean smell that brings such peace. But can it be trusted?

Thank you, Linda G. Hill. Here’s her prompt instructions:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last photo you took.” Take the last photo you snapped. What’s the first word that comes to mind when you look at it? That word is your prompt. Enjoy!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Color/Colour

Color doesn’t make sense to me. How can the two ‘o’s sound so different? To me, in my accent it sounds like ‘culler’. Brits make it sound proper with their spelling. It sounds fuller and yearns for crayons and paints.

Since once again I’m staring at the end of another month of not Escaping  with the coloring club, I think I’ll stop streaming and go to my hobby room and finish the pages I started at the end of last month. Hopefully, that will create Sunday’s blog.

Need to finish today!

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Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “color/colour.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or pick a color and write about it–use it any way you like. Have fun!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Least Favorite Word

No, I won’t share my truly least favorite word. This is kid-friendly zone. For the most part. But there is a word I hear people say. Maybe it is a local thing? Impordant. I even hear highly educated folks say this. I probably say things I learned from my parents and grandparents. I have tried not to say worsh.

I think it is important to wash our hands a lot.

I mean… <– How many people start their whole conversation with that phrase? Seems to me that it should be used to clarify your soliloquy, but start with the clarification seems pointless.

If you use the above words or phrase. I still love you. And I hope to learn the whys and wherefore of these Colloquialisms.

I’m still on vacation so I’m working on my phone. I’ll fill in the parts I’ve left out over the next few days. It had been fun. I am so fortunate to have friends and family so dear! But since I’m scheduling this up on Friday night, I can say I’m being traveled back home, tear in eye. Hand to heart.

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See you Sunday!

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Per Linda G. Hill

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “least-favorite word.” Use your least-favorite word in your post. If you can’t decide on one, use a word that just really bugs you. Enjoy!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Hope

Hope. That is the word in my constant thoughts. 

I hope they can knock down the fires with the least amount of harm to lives and land as possible.

My husband took this when out shopping. This was looking south, the direction I hope to travel soon.

I hope the fires are out so folks can enjoy their summer.  Not just mine. Everyone has been trapped from the pandemic and now we all hope we can get out and enjoy each other and the world at large.

And just as we all feel safer about venturing out, fires, floods, hurricanes, a new variant. I hope our glee to enjoy life isn’t premature.

I hope to hug my adult children and their new families.

I hope the routes are free and clear to make a safe, fun drive. I don’t want to push the fates or God with my will on this. My regrets could outnumber my desires, I’m afraid.

So it is with hope I face this next week. And as in the year past I’ll be flexible to how it works out.

Per Linda G. Hill

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

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, igh

Sigh. Practice time is nigh. I’m getting better. It’s hard to hit the eighty-eight keys when midnight is in sight.

I’d love to say I’m improving on either recorder or piano. But I’m trying to keep the sessions light and as fun as possible. It’s been a long time since I put this much effort in. Trying to clear the practice cobwebs.

Sight is a problem. Cataract surgery not until after September’s consultation. Until then, I’m embarrassed to admit, I’m stumbling on what I could play flawlessly when I was 12. Having larger notations and less on the page helps. As I play a bit of cellular memory eases my plight.

On the recorder a lot is playing recognized tunes. I can read the music. It’s my fingers. If you don’t fully cover the holes air escapes and the higher squeaker tones come out. It’s a matter of laughing at myself and keep trying. Arthritis might be the problem. But if I stay relaxed and quit if it hurts too much, I’m more likely to try again later.

Housemates and neighbors haven’t complained at my late play time. The new position of my music/hobby room is far from open windows or others’ rooms. Still, when I wait too late I’m too tired.

So I’d better not delay the delight.

Have a wonderful Fourth of July!

And good night!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contains ‘igh.’” Find a word that contains the letters “igh” in that order and use it in your post. Enjoy!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Collect

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!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, roc

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!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday–day/week/month/year

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! 🇺🇸

Stream of Consciousness Saturday–Butter

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!