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

SoCS: Going Somewhere

Abruptly, as I begin this verse, and slowly, as it frames the page, It sits beautifully. The expression of words curve delicately into a prompt. Prompts are delightfully fun and quirky and thought-provoking. Yet, truthfully, a prompt can instill the cold, clammy sweat of writer’s block. I calmly think of what to say, what to do next. Oh my. This should be wickedly fun, not wearily woesome. I absolutely must act briskly and quickly to spin a yarn For I shall be somewhereRead more

Processing 16 Years

Over coffee on Saturday morning, a friend asked me, “How are you processing?” She was asking about moving forward from my mother’s passing in February. A number of friends have asked this question in various formats, with concern in how I’m handling a new chapter of life. It’s a question that’s contemplative in response, at times difficult and at times easy to put into words, but I will try to answer. This is more than about mom, it’s a journeyRead more

SoCS: A Firm Grip

I have a firm grip on blogging But I don’t Squeaking in a post, barely time to visit you I have a firm grip on exercise But I don’t Too tired, too lazy, too cold I have a firm grip on home filing But I don’t Piling up in the closet, higher and higher I have a firm grip on reading But I don’t Too many books, the list never-ending I have a firm grip on chefing But I don’tRead more

Guessing Game

Last Saturday, I asked Natasha an important question. “Guess what day it is?’ After a few seconds of intense thought… “Is it my birthday?” No. “Is it Saturday?” Well, yeah, but…no. “Is it Star Trek Day?” Every day is Star Trek Day. “Is it Columbus Day?” No. Natasha guessed a few additional days related to Star Trek and whatever bounced off the top of her head, but I don’t remember the exact words. In trying to recollect them several hoursRead more

Fuel for the Musical Gas Tank

“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.” ~Hunter S. Thompson~ This past Saturday, I spent most of the dayRead more

Adding up the Weekend

I had one of THOSE weekends. The kind of weekend when not doing anything adds up to quite a bit. Therefore, it’s time for Monday morning math. Simple addition. Take one weekend, Saturday and Sunday (two points each). Add in perfect weather that looked like this: Temperatures in the upper 70’s, low humidity, blue skies, a few passing clouds (five points). Include time spent with friends and church community. (Ten points for friends at a birthday/anniversary party and an estimatedRead more

Hanging Pictures

Natasha and I were held hostage in the apartment this past weekend. Wisconsin had an April blizzard that left around 21″ of wet, heavy snow in Appleton, under which was water and ice. Tons of white winter fun! So, we spent the weekend cooking, baking, watching TV, surfing the internet, sewing, playing with the cats, laying around, etc. Natasha braved the awful weather on Saturday to follow her daughter’s car and make sure she made it home safe. Natasha isRead 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

Musings from the Pod III

Gibbs? Yes, my Queen? What’s eco? Eco? I don’t know. Why do you ask? Because mom wants me to write a post for her about eco. I have no idea what that is, so I don’t know what to write. How did mom come up with that word? Not sure. Maybe she was drinking her happy juice again. I heard mom mention another human named Linda G. Hill, but I don’t know what that has to do with anything. She’sRead more

Flewn Time

I often look for the answer to the question… “How did it get so late so soon?” Does anyone know? It’s almost December, three weeks and five days before Christmas. We haven’t seen much snow. Why do the days go by so fast? Does anyone see? Until January 1st, when time seems to stop around here. Most northerners will agree. Why does Saturday suddenly turn to Monday? Does anyone care? We need another weekend day to finish what we started.Read more