SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more

Better Than a Food Journal

Recently, my friend Heather, or MOSY as she is known in blogging circles, wrote a wonderful piece on having Gratitude. She beat me to the punch. I had intended, ever since Mother’s Day, to write on the same subject. It was on May 12th that I started a Gratitude Journal, one in which I would write down three things I was grateful for, every day. So far, so good. Keeping a gratitude journal is easier than keeping a food journalRead more

The Stream of Whatever

One thousand, five hundred and sixty-five. That’s how many blog-related emails were waiting in Outlook on May 5th. The Fourth could no longer be with me or help. I deleted them all. Yes, I did that. There’s no way I could attend to one thousand, five hundred and sixty-five emails. Sorry blogger buddies, don’t take this personally. I’ve been gone Monday through Thursday the last two weeks. The weekends have flown by. I’ve been packing, unpacking, doing laundry, re-packing, eatingRead more

SoCS: Lips and Gremlins

It’s been one of those weeks. Blipping tiring and frustrating. Mostly work related with a bit of messed-up weather. The Elevator Story I was out of town for a couple days this week, at a business meeting in Madison. One of my peers had been bemoaning the fact that “the gremlins” were after her all day Monday. Anything that could go wrong, went wrong. I sat next to her during the Tuesday portion of the meeting. At about 4:00 pm,Read more

Musings from the Pod IV: Holy Mackerel!

“Hey Gibbs!” “Yes Ziva?” “I have been meaning to ask you something. What happened Friday night?” “What do you mean?” “I want to know what happened. I heard mom yelling at you. Loudly. I heard her say the “naughty” word and then mom chased you into the bedroom and shut the door.” “Yeah, so?” “What did you do?” “Why do I always have to do something?” “Mom yelled “naughty” at you, so that probably gives it away. You always seemRead more

It’s been that kind of week

“If I see another bunny or squirrel run across my desk, I’m gonna shoot it.” (Spoken to a fellow employee by Yours Truly) Before anyone calls PETA or Dan summons The Editor, let me explain. It’s been that kind of week. A bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel week. There’s a lot going on. I love chocolate chip mint coconut milk ice cream. Costco is out of my Mediterranean salad mix. Ugh. I almost forgot to write aRead more

“Where are you going now?”

Mom? Yes Gibbs? Where do you go? What do you mean?  I mean where do you go when you leave here? Many different places, Gibbs. Tell me. I go to work Monday through Friday. Are those the days you get up really early? With you, I’m up early every day.  Very funny. It’s true Mr. 4:00 a.m., but on work days, I don’t come home until after I’ve starved you to death. Ohhhhh…those days! Yes, those days. Where else doRead more

SoCS: So Far or As Of?

So far, it’s been quite the week for her. As of early Monday morning, March 5th, 2018, it hit without much warning. She knew she was in trouble, but not to what extent. It didn’t seem quite so powerful then, certainly not enough to keep her home from work. On Monday afternoon, trouble grew. Into tiredness, inability to think, her chest tightening,a cough developing. Quitting time became an hour before quitting time. That’s all she wrote. In her mind, she’dRead more

SOCs: Waiting on a Prompt

It’s Friday, 4:57 pm. I’m waiting on a prompt, waiting on a word that I’ll insert [HERE] Wondering if I can rhyme it with something or nothing or a noun that sounds like [INSERT HERE]. Perhaps there is a story within [INSERT HERE]. It’s hard to write a story without [INSERT HERE]. Linda? Hello? It’s Friday, 5:02 pm. Still waiting on a prompt. Linda is probably busy writing her post with a prompt and the new SOCs badge, created byRead more

Weathering a Cold

The weather on Friday was nice To the outdoors it would surely entice But as I lay in bed With a cold in my head An open patio door would have to suffice “Who gave me this cold?” I cried As germs gave immunity a ride Whether Kleenex is flung or I cough up a lung Mucinex is swallowed with a deep sigh I had hoped the week wouldn’t end this way When a sore throat made itself known onRead more

What? Again?

I barely had time to breathe during a four-day Memorial weekend, let alone publish a post. But, as I let the chemicals turn gray to a lovely shade of dark mahogany brown, and before I visited mom and spent the beautiful blue-sky afternoon with girlfriends, I found time to begin this rambling story. Natasha said to me on Sunday, “There’s always something to do,” and she’s right. Always. And I wonder how that happens to a single, sans children adultRead more

The Helium Chronicles

Let’s think beyond a single post written with a single focus, and lean toward the “weekly” part of “weekly writing challenge”: you’ll start your post today, but revisit and add to it over the next several days. MONDAY The sound of “helium” escapes from a Motorola cell phone. It’s a pleasant sound (in theory), one that manages to awaken a sleeping subject. This morning, at the start of the dreck that is called Monday, I dread helium as it officially signalsRead more