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Revisions and editing seem to slap the reverent feelings of brand spanking new overwhelming story. It will forevermore need revitalizing revaluation. That is the preview of the next few months of reviews of said novel.

Revisiting tonight’s sunset:

Per Linda G. Hill:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rev.” Use “rev” or find a word that contains it. Have fun!

And one more for whatever:

Thus Thursday


A quick peek out my window.

It’s been a day. I feel accomplished. The NaNoWriMo goal for today calls for 18,337. A Zoom write in with a friend pulled 18,430 words. With the coming appointment days I wanted to be farther ahead. There’s still enough day to add more.

Duo is done. I’m in a hard lesson but I finally got it done!

And I had no idea what to put here but that sunset got me a start. The rain had been more than usual. I love it! The clouds keep the sky beautiful.

Now back to writing.

Happy Friday Junior!

Tornado Tuesday


No. we’re safe. I know there are some really scary things like floods, and tornados on the east coast. And out here the fire season is getting serious, especially with the lightning storms we are having in spite of sizzling heat. But my tornado is more what I got done and then what I enjoyed as a reward when tired.

I did get a lot of the work done toward my vlog studio and my music studio. Not finished by far but a couple cooler days like today and I think that will be done. I can’t wait! I’ll take pictures if not YouTube the finished results.

And the day ended so beautifully! Forgive the dirty droplets on the window It has been windy and rainy making muddy windows!

I had an issue with passwords and getting into my games got weird. But the issue is finally ironed out. I am doing a sort of inventory of the purchased games to see which I should have downloaded and which I can skip. I tried out something like Mosaic 3? I can’t remember but it was puzzle after puzzle. I may find a time that I might want to play it in the middle of winter, but I need the distraction of great graphics and hidden objects. I can’t see to read well. But with my glasses on upside down, for some reason, I can see the screen well enough to find most objects. They seem to be getting my mind in removal mode. Does that make sense? I play a while then run and get stuff done. Then tired and game again.

My newest fun is Tornado: The Secret of the Magic Cave. The finding is harder as the pictures are smaller but this is a younger feeling game. Though the main characters are at driving age they seem to be living alone in a cabin, and then are having to survive in a cave after a tornado wrecks their lives. They are siblings so I guess that was the way to get away from the romantic element of some of these games. I wish it would play faster but I am enjoying camping without the rocks biting me in my chilled sleep. I probably won’t play the rest of the night as I haven’t played my recorder in days and I miss it.

A to Z Challenge, V


Visual

The little bit we got Sunday Morning
This morning (7 AM) backyard
Obviously the snow blew in from the east.
Toward the driveway. Mesquite buses full of snow.
Toward west side of front yard.
Looking north
I just loved how the mesquite looked.
Ground brown mud but look at the sky!
Blue skies fading but leftover clouds proudly pink and purple!
The reason I had to see this beauty all day.
Thank you, Kali!
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Just another beautiful sunset. Yawn. Just kidding. I feel so lucky to have this view from my living-room.

I wish my cell took a true picture. This isn’t as gorgeous as what my eyes saw.

In thinking of ‘J‘ words January came to mind. Doesn’t that seem years away? Hey, remember Just Jot It January? Ah, that was fun. I know we still had up our Christmas tree. That dim, cold memory needs to go away. Let’s stay focused on the future, June and July! That’s more my speed. Let’s just pray it isn’t another fire season. The news for our area is all about the draught.

In this journal, I like to keep track of my writing and editing. I am nearly finished with the goal of 25,000 words to edit. I feel it is doing its job to jumpstart my jam. 21,957 words thus far!

Suddenly I am finding the need to report my reward games. I finished Love Story–Beach Cottage and am trying a new one, for me. Mystery Case Files The Black Veil. Since I’ve had it a while and never played it takes a bit longer to journey through its lands and find all the jewels. I’ll play as soon as journaling is complete.

This has been another Monday that I slept through writing group not realizing it was Monday. How it is that keeps happening? Napping is so juvenile! But nightly the ‘outside’ trips jack up my sleep. Having this sweet dog is sometimes harder than when I had 3 jobs: going to college full time, working full time ,and being a single mom of four. But I love her and ad-just<–that ought to count!

Well, it is time to get out the joystick, well ‘mouse’ is for ‘M’ day isn’t it?

Have a Joyous week all!

Bitmoji Image
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Gorgeous view through dirty glass. The sun going down is the glorious part of the day. I am so grateful to have a view like this every day.

Gratitude continues with the editing progressing. 19,919 words processed so far. Before long I will be to the point of actually writing more on the story.

Gusty cold air prevented my taking walks two days in a row. I wish I had an indoor treadmill for these days. Grrrr!

Goodness will you look at the time? I am actually getting done early today. Maybe I will be able to finish my game and then finish reading my book. I HIGHLY recommend Caste by Isobel Wilkerson. I’m listening to it on Audible. Review to come in a couple days.

So without further ado and adding one more G:

good night
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This and That Thursday


There is a reason I leave my curtains open until darkness has settled. Even on a cloudless and cold day, there is a reward:

Another fun view from my recliner as I knitted

This furry friend has adopted us but is too feral to come in so we can take better care of her. By the way, that is not her looking at us. Those are snowflakes that seem to be right where her eyes might be if she were looking at us. But if she were looking right at us, you would see the largest green eyes a cat can have. She is so sweet and friendly. But she doesn’t want you to pick her up, and she runs at the slightest noise. We will still work at getting her in to take her to a vet and get her fixed and vaccinated. Then I will really want her as an indoor kitty—too many dangers out here in the country.

Remember these?

I didn’t like how they looked on the cuff, so I frogged them and started with a comparable color toe.

I won’t bore you with the other 8 pairs of socks I’m working on.  And I’m still learning to knit toe-up, two-at-a-time, magic circle. I’ve shared this video a couple times, but I am still using it to learn. So here you go.

 

 

Easy Writers Prompt: Last Time?


Prompt: Last Time

 

As we were the last of our good into the U-Haul, a friend walked and hugged me. What if this is the last time?

 

I like moving to new places. I’m not too fond of goodbyes. So I avoid the “what if this is the last time?” thoughts. That is a dark, long rabbit hole to travel—the result: depression Hell.

 

Would knowing it would be the last time change anything? What amount of trying could change that? How about taking a picture of your sad friends, would that change anything? Would it help?

 

Would knowing it was the last time I saw my grandparents or parents have changed the outcome or make me feel differently afterward? Death resulted. My missing them still occurred.

 

As I mentioned, I moved a lot. Each city and new home became an adventure. Each new meant saying goodbye to old. But outside of mortality, the goodbyes were permanent. Friends and family remained in contact even when we only had snail mail and long-distance. The buildings were just buildings.

 

Still, there are buildings I always walk through in memories and dreams. My grandparents’ houses come to mind. I always walk through those homes. I smelled the cedar closet of mom’s parents’ place. The glider swings outside, one for the grandkids, one for adults. The garage where grandpa made me the oldest grandchild, and future grands, blocks. Oh, the smell of wood shavings.

 

Both grandfathers were carpenters. Mom’s dad did cabinet work, while  Dad’s dad did home construction. Both grandparents’ homes were nearly identical copies.

 

Enter the back porch where both grandmas did laundry. Back then, wringer washers we grands were able to help with, if careful. Back then, Dad’s mom had a dog named Hector. Nobody locked their doors. The family walked in without knocking.

 

Now the kitchens. The aroma of cooking food or dish detergent, oh, and coffee filled the room. To your right, there is a corner bench with a round table. We used this table for small meals or kids table for holidays. We kids crawled under the table if we wanted to leave during a meal. On the same side as the table is the windowed sink and the cabinets for dishes, etc.

 

My mother’s parents’ kitchen was bluish. My father’s parents’ kitchen was yellow.

 

That bluish kitchen had a window to the den to transfer snacks or coffee. That window was one of the small differences between their unique yet similar homes. On that side of the kitchen were the fridge and stove.

There was a pull door between the kitchens and the dining rooms. We grands loved them. We’d slide the door closed to playing ‘elevator.’ At one point, that game was called to an end in both houses as the shut doors stopped the traffic flow in the house.

 

Long dining tables and beautiful china cabinets were on the left of the next room. At the end of my dad’s parents’ table was my grandfather’s desk. On it was a phone. We would pick up the receiver and tell the operator to connect us with Overland 9-0757 on this line, please.  That rang to my other grandparents’ phone on the kitchen wall, also black. The phones were black then.

 

I’ll traipse through the rest of the two houses later as I think I have gotten sidetracked from the actual prompt. I’m just saying if I had known I wouldn’t enter these homes the last time I visited, what would have changed?

 

And who knew the last time I walked Newport Beach while waiting for rush hour traffic to subside, still arriving home at the exact time I would have should I have parked on the freeway with everyone else? I vividly remember the sparkle of water and sand. The sea breeze the most brilliant olfactoric experience ever. The walk planted itself in my memory along with the sunsets and gulls flying overhead.  Strolling the sand, or wading in the foam, between lifeguard station 68 and the runoff, my life was in its most peaceful place. Knowing or not knowing the last time changes nothing.

 

Oh. And when was the last swim? Over two years ago. Would knowing it was the last time, change my summer meditation?

 

When triple-digit heat or the tooth infection threatens my calm, I dive into the pools of my past. I swim underwater to the shallow end. Coolness against my skin, releasing the heat. Then the pressure of needing air pulls me to the surface. Then back under as my hair mermaids out, I’ve only had short hair for a couple of years. It was long most of my life. This shorter scuba dive brings me back to the surface to breast-stroke laps until exhaustion brings me to slog out, pick up the towel and breathe deep of the moist, fresh air. Summer soothes every ounce of my being.

 

Knowing it had been the last time doesn’t mean it was the last time.

 

Now, if only I could remember where I put my cotton yarn.

 

 

 

Sunday, August 2nd, 2020


I have nothing to report today. All is well, bad tooth seems to be behaving properly. Though not as hot as earlier this week, it was still warm enough to be draining. So the day was spent playing games on the phone, or knitting while watching the Jurassic Park trilogy and an early evening siesta. Oh, and I managed two loads of laundry, washing in the morning and drying right now at 9:30. I just didn’t want to add to the heat.

Kali gave me chuckles. She looks at us like we ordered this weather and we should fix it. She lays around all day. Then around 7, she wanted out. The breeze was amazing. I nearly joined her as she frolicked all around the yard. Jumping like a white rabbit all over. I knew if I tried that I’d break a leg, but I enjoyed her romping.

The heat affects the cats a little differently. They find places on the floor to just spread eagle. Teddy (my ginger) loves the towel I have on the bathroom floor in front of the shower. He likes things that are close to his color. Rosey (my black polydactyl) is more like my young kids were. If they were too hot they wanted to snuggle and share the warmth. Ugh! You love the love, but the heat!

The sunset this evening was beautiful but I was too busy to take a picture. I think it is so colorful because of the fires on the other side of the mountains. I feel bad for the people living closer to that mess. Still, it is gorgeous. Maybe it is time to take some pics of everything. Ah, but that would take effort, and there are clothes to fold.

Happy Sunday everyone!

One-Liner Wednesday #WDIIA


After days of rain and cold, this was a clear-skied sunset.

Yeah. It’s still cold. Blurry is due to shivering. 35 degrees tonight.

Again, a very busy day so I haven’t much to show. Tomorrow I will be getting envelopes ready for the mail. I’ll take pictures before I send them. But I won’t be able to show you until the posted goods reach their recipients.

 

One-Liner Wednesdays are an easy fun prompt given to us by Linda G. Hill. Check out her blog!

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