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

Work, Home and Out There

Welcome to my new temporary normal! For the time being. Parts of it may look like your new temporary normal. With the current state of pandemic affairs, here’s what the past week has been like for this blogger. WORK Oh my word, it has been crazy busy. I have been going to work, but only because ours is a small office (less than 10 people) and I’d rather spreadsheet with two large monitors than squint at a laptop while listeningRead more

Grumbles and Yawns

Monday morning comes ’round on the whisper of fleeting darkness It spreads across the horizon in hues of navy and crimson or surrounded by the mist of winter’s fog New life, new breath New work week Monday never knows what joy or sadness or need of coffee it brings It simply is Accepted as a day to start over or cursed by the loss of the past two days Monday is both love and dread Smiles and frowns Monday followsRead more

Another Year of Living

“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.” ~Voltaire~ Today I am grateful to my parents and God for giving me life. It’s my birthday! Presents and niceties are not required, but deeply appreciated. I’m not celebrating too much today as I’ll be at work and have nothing planned for the evening hours. My birthday celebration occurred this past weekend.  Although Saturday was fall-ish cool, it was beautifullyRead 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

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

SoCS: Hey You!

Psst!! Hey!! Yes, I’m still here. Psst!! Ahem!! And I need a beer. Or more sleep. Psst!! Beep!! It’s been a long week. Psst!! Snap!! Yeah, the beer I seek. Or retirement. Psst!! Toot!! It’s over now, I can relax. Psst!! Hey you!! Enjoy the weekend to the max. And do nothing. Psst!! Gurgle!! You should do same. Psst!! Snort!! This poetry is lame. Time for a beer. Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the “poetry” from author Linda G. Hill.Read 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