#SoCS: An Iffy Sonnet

If I were someone different, then who? Perhaps an imp of questionable trust A woman who without reason hates blue Or a girl who battles an urge for lust If I were angry, would you like me still? The swearing, the vile looks I give to you Or do I resist a valiant will? A female without persevering hue If I were not smart, would you fill me in? I’d like to be “that girl” on Jeopardy If I wereRead more

#SoCS: Explaining “Lid” to a Cat

“Are you okay today?” “Yes Gibbs, why do you ask?” “Because a few days ago, you didn’t seem okay.” “When was that?” “The day when you went out on that thing with two wheels. When you put on different clothes and left for a few hours.” “Oh, you mean when I went for a bike ride and came home with green paint down one arm and on most of my fingers?” “I guess. You seemed pretty mad.” “Yeah, I blewRead more

#SoCS: A Day Such as This

I aspire to a day such as this When blue meets blue and autumn is barely kicking When the geese aren’t sure if they’re supposed to stay or go When a summer-like breeze mixes with a waft of fallen leaves And Mother Nature spares us from her killing frost I am inspired on a day such as this To hop on a bicycle and ride ’til it hurts To follow a trail littered with leaves and invisible footprints To breatheRead more

#SoCS: Twenty Years Later

Where were you? What was going through your mind? How did you feel? If you were an adult on November 22, 1973, or 1983, you might have been answering these questions in regard to John F. Kennedy’s assassination in 1963, as part of a ten or twenty year anniversary. This murderous act was part of twentieth century history that shocked many in the United States and around the world. As a child, I remember watching the black and white funeralRead more

#SoCS: Soar and Fly

My oh my, how we fly From day of birth through good-bye Decades pass Memories last But, still, we wonder why My oh my, what is this life Is it about husband and wife A child or two Or single in lieu Or perhaps it cuts like a knife My oh my, the days slip away We pray for three seasons to stay Time can be a snake Age can take a break Preferring to go out and play MyRead more

#SoCS: Yes to the Horizon

“I’ve been in my helmet, I can’t tell you how many times, smiling – and actually laughing out loud, enjoying what’s going on around me. You do feel it. It does enter you; it takes over your whole spirit. You just kinda want to go YES!” ~Lance Coury, as quoted and printed in The Enthusiast magazine~ Road or trail Two wheels or three An ode is what this needs Fast or slow Clutching or shifting The smiling spirit it feedsRead more

#SoCS: Luck be a Whiner at Home

“Mooommmeeeooowww!” “Oh Gibbs…” “What Mooommmeeeooowww?” “Why are you whining so dang much?” “I’m not whining, I’m crying.” “Cats don’t cry, not in the human sense.” “My heart is breaking.” “Why?” “You’ve been gone far too much lately. Not home. Absent from the couch, where I lay on your lap.” “I’m living my life and enjoying the summer with other humans.” “What about meeeeeeeee?” “Gibbs, I can’t stay home 24 hours a day, every day. That would be boring and unhealthy.”Read more

#SoCS: Food for Thought

Today, Linda G. Hill is asking all of the SoCSinites in blogland to use the last photo taken and come up with a word to use in our post. Mine is FOOD. I love food, but so much more when on vacation and opportunities arise to try new places and give the thumbs up or thumbs down. Last week, my biking buddy and I had several opportunities for new experiences in the Milwaukee area, along with adult refreshment to washRead more

#SoCS: Deja Vu in a Least Favorite Word

For today’s Stream of Consciousness submission, Linda G. Hill asks us to write a post with our least favorite word or one that bugs the heck out of our sensibilities. I first thought of the following unlikeable words: Liver, Algebra, Covid, Hate and Death. However, some of my readers already know I hate liver and algegra; I find Covid to be tiring and overwhelming; and both hate and death are not what I want to write about today. I foundRead more

#SoCS: Hot and Dry

The photo above is one of Little Lake Butte des Morts on June 16th. Another day without rain, but a perfect summer day. The above-normal heat of June had subsided, but the slime green is a telltale sign of how our weather has been. The lake thinks it’s August, the dog days of summer, not the waning days of spring. Too many hot hours in the upper 80’s and low 90’s F (30-34C), without rain, have lowered water levels, madeRead more

#SoCS: I Drive to this Place

I drive to the forest I hide in the forest Breathing in cool air I know in this place It is a safe space For a grumbly soul to bare I ride past a thousand trees The blue of lake’s seas And give two legs a dare Twists and turns abound Up and down without sound In sync with a gravelly stare I drive because I must The heat at home an angry bust The heart finds its weather loveRead more

#SoCS: A Yarn Too Far

Dad was good at telling long, detailed yarns about anything. Trips he and mom took. What they ate at every meal during their trips. The relatives they would visit. Their conversations. All of them. The people I didn’t know that they would visit. Stories from his days as a grocery store manager. I remember mom getting a look of frustration on her face on several occasions and then saying, “She doesn’t know who you’re talking about. Finish your story!” IRead more