SoCS: What’s New Pussycat?

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, blogger Linda Hill gave us our marching orders: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “song.” First, find a picture–the closest one to you. Your prompt is the title and/or the lyrics of the first song that comes to mind when you look at the picture. Have fun!” I’m still working at home, in my bedroom, with a fairly small work space. However, I manage to find space for my coffeeRead more

SoCS: Tossing it Out

I‘m going to toss this out there on a bold dare Launch a message at will while the neighbors fire up the grill I’m a stone’s throw away from saying what I need to say The line shall be cast far out and you’ll know what this is about The pitch is soon to be known without use of a cell phone Catapluted in your direction with a blogger’s affection Propelled as a response to a prompt’s nonchalance Heaved intoRead more

Winter Walk in the Flats

This past weekend was gorgeous, weather wise, for February in Wisconsin. Highs in the upper 30’s, close to 40F (4.4C). Blue skies. Glorious sun. Saturday was a perfect day for a winter walk in the Flats of Appleton, along the Fox River. People and their dogs and kids and one guy on his bicycle, relieving a bit of cabin fever. I’ll let the photos and descriptions do the talking. Click on any photo to enter the gallery and have anRead more

SoCS: Kohl’s and Prose

I do not have a flyer in hand I do not have an ad under nose Only a mailing filled with prose The Kohl’s twenty percent has been used And the five dollar bonus too Toward pretty sweater of teal blue I threw the fast food coupons away Into the garbage last week with the remnants of a smelly leek Internet has been a special friend Spending here, spending there A little bit of a credit card tear Searched forRead more

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