SoCS – Silent Letters

Linda is our hostess for SoCS. You never know what task she will present us with. Saturday she asked that we think about silent letters.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word that contains a silent letter.” Choose a word that contains a silent letter and use it in your post, or write about words with silent letters in general. Enjoy!

Life changes as we get older. And damn it, not all the changes are easy to handle. I wish I had half the problems and twice the solutions. You’d think that by now I would be numb to bad news. Sadly, I am not. When doctors talk to you in that voice designed to make you stay calm, it is a sad indicator of unwelcome news to come. I have no doubt that I will move forward the best I can. But… just once, I’d like them to tell me some good news.  

Of course, for me emotional problems exacerbate physical ailments. My fibro seems to start a campaign to attack new areas with pain just as I tell myself I am getting a handle on my feelings. My head is swimming with serious worries about loved ones. It would be helpful if I were able to get some restorative sleep, but unfortunately, I struggle with insomnia. Physical pain, emotional pain, and a lack of sleep are the trifecta for a difficult existence.

I am in the doldrums right now. I hope to not stay here long. I am keeping myself busy working on chores. I get pleasure from accomplishing tasks. I am focusing on finding moments of happiness. This weekend, I am going to see my grandkids to celebrate Z2’s 16th birthday. The day will be filled with good memories. I can use some positive energy to fill my bucket.




SoCS – Bored/Board

Linda is our creative host for SoCS. She gives us a task to complete and many many bloggers take up her challenge. This week she says:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “board/bored.” Use one, or use them both for bonus points. Enjoy!

To keep myself from getting too bored completing a lengthy task, I typically listen to music. If for some reason (like I accidently pulled out the wires on the outside speakers when painting) I can’t listen to music, then I sing a song to myself. I don’t usually sing the entire song, just the part that comes into my head. After far too long, I get bored with the song and try to think about another choice. Luckily my neighbors can’t hear me softly singing. I suppose if they could, they would think me a little crazy.

For days and days, I worked outside laying down the artificial grass and pavers. On one half I raked and leveled the ground as good as I could. Then I tacked them down with ground fasteners. When the final ones came, I just laid them down. It is too hot outside to work much outside. When the weather cools, I will go back and finish the job properly.

The last few days I have once again been cleaning and purging things in my garage. My messy garage needed some TLC.  Weeks ago, I sent off garage items to family members and took loads of materials to the thrift store. I have four large cabinets as well as a workbench and piles and piles of miscellaneous stuff. My goal was to clean out all the cabinets. (I will leave the workbench to a later date.) It didn’t help that I added objects to the garage that I had cleared out from my scrapbooking room.

I didn’t feel like listening to music in the very hot garage. To “kill two birds,” I decided to listen to some CDs that I might like to send off to a friend. She is dealing with eye problems and can’t read right now.  I had 4 CDs of radio comedies from the Smithsonian Collection. I worked tirelessly while enjoying The Jack Benny Show, Burns and Allen, Edger Bergen, Eddie Cantor, The Life of Riley, Our Miss Brooks, etc. I also listened to Gilda Radner Live in New York. I also listened to Ray Romano, Live at Carnegie Hall. The most enjoyable thing I listened to was Almost There read by the Irish author Nuala O’Faolain. It was wonderful. I will search for her other books now. After hearing her read her book, I’d really like to get them on CD. Her Irish accent is mesmerizing. I hope my friend enjoys the CDs.

I moved my rubber stamp collection from my scrapbooking room to the garage. I downsized the number of cabinets, and I thought I was ready to let the rubber stamps go. As I went through the huge pile of a few hundred stamps, I realized I was not ready to say goodbye to all of them. As I listened to the wonderful memoir, I sorted and categorized my stash. There is something therapeutic about holding and organizing things you love. After cleaning out my cabinets, I now had room for the newly categorized stamps. The large bag of stamps going to the thrift store should make someone happy.

After 6 hours of working this morning, I was ready to make a drop off at the thrift store. I showered and loaded up the numerous bags in the back of my car. There were books, gifts I bought for the grandkids that they are no longer interested in, board games, electric frying pans, 2 food processors and all the attachments, a couple of coats, a blender, a George Forman grill, some CDs, rubber stamps, summer dishes, small kitchen electronics, a framed piece of art, and other treasures loaded in my car. I decided to take Annie with me to the thrift store. I make the long drive to a Veteran’s Thrift Store because I believe they do better for the world than any Goodwill thrift store.

Annie was thrilled to get to go for a ride. We made it to the thrift store, and I popped open the back door. The worker came and told me they were only taking clothing because all their other bins were full. I explained that the majority of my items were not clothing. They said I could come back tomorrow because the drop off was open from 8 to 12:00, even though the store was closed.  Back we came to my house. The items remain in my car. Annie won’t get to tag along tomorrow because I need to pick up a few things at the grocery store.

My exciting life of cleaning and organizing leaves me anything but bored.




SoCS – Bagged

Linda is our wonderful hostess for SoCS. She says:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bagged.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

When I saw the topic, I wondered what on earth I could write about. My first thought was “bagged” as in drunk. I don’t drink alcohol so that didn’t make sense.

I then thought about all the extra stuff I bagged up and donated to the thrift store. I had bagged seven or eight large donation bags with scrapbooks already in my garage. After it got too hot outside to work, I went to my sewing room. I’ve cleaned out that room numerous times. There is still much that needs to go. I bagged up 12, 18-inch dolls to be included in my donation. I had purchased them at thrift stores to re-gift with clothes I made for them. I enjoy making doll clothes. I kept 5 of my favorites to give as gifts this next holiday. I also bagged up fabric to give to a friend who makes quilts of valor for veterans. The linen closet is outside my sewing room. I figured I should see if there was anything that needed to be donated in there. I found a few purses that fit the bill.

One item I found in my sewing closet was outdoor stuffing. I had torn apart some outdoor cushions when the exterior fabric was too far gone. I bagged the stuffing to be used later. I am very much a reuse and recycle person.

By the time I finished all my gathering, I had 24 bags to take to the thrift store. I dropped off the fabric to my friend first, then continued to the thrift store. I rarely donate to the Goodwill near my house. I know that they do not treat their workers well and make huge profits that go into their own pockets. Instead, I make the trek to the Veterans Thrift Store. I want my donation going somewhere that helps those in need. The gentleman collecting the items brough over 4 grocery carts in total to take my donations. Then he told me he had no donation receipts and wanted to know if I wanted my things back. I laughed and told him I didn’t need the receipt. It was my chuckle for the day.

I had to come inside early these last few days. The heat meant I could not stay outside long. I decided to make Annie another outside bed. I brought two old seat cushions I stored in my garage upstairs. I hand sewed them together. Then I added some of the stuffing in the crease area. I sewed a patch on both sides to keep the cushion even. Then I sewed a thin layer of outdoor fabric to the bed. I used scraps from my outdoor fabric bag to make a cover for my project. Unfortunately, the fabric was super thick, and I broke something on my machine. Tomorrow, I will take it to the repair shop. I NEED my sewing machine. I had to finish enclosing the cover by hand. I don’t think Annie will care that the last part is not machine sewed.

The blog is now, in the bag.

SoCS – Where I Am or Where Am I? A Saturday Ramble

Linda is our Host for SOCS. Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is …

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “—amble.” Add letters to the beginning of “-amble” to make another word or use it as is in your post. Enjoy!

My life personal life “issues” have been on overload lately. Adding the awful SCOTUS to my list of worries, just makes concentrating even more difficult. It feels like my emotions are in shambles. I love blogging and it has been a life saver in many ways in the past. I know why I’ve not been up to blogging. SoCS is the perfect opportunity to ramble on and get my feet wet again. I am missing the blogging community.

I foolishly think I am doing OK. I tell myself that because I am physically putting effort into my yard, I am dealing with my emotional pain. Ha-ha. When I am working hard, my brain takes a short vacation from my worries. They don’t really go away, but I try and fool myself that I am handling it. I wish I could scrub away my problems like I scrub my patio tiles.

I am working on holding my boundaries to keep my sanity. I am saying “NO” to things that don’t feel right to me. I am saying nothing to poor decisions being made by others. It does no good to offer my 2cents when I am not listened to. It just makes things worse. In a long conversation last night, my tongue hurt from literally biting it numerous times. I am still proud of myself for keeping my side of the street clean. I dearly love some individuals who are making decisions that are counterproductive to their well-being. I have been notified of some people defaming me for standing by my boundaries. Day by day, the dramas are more disheartening. I need to find some peace.

My poor dog is terribly frightened by fireworks. Her whole body shakes and her heart rate is off the charts as the explosions go off. She runs around the house trying to find an escape from the noise. Every night as Disneyland lights off their fireworks, poor Annie gets stressed. I went out yesterday and purchased some things to try and help her. I bought a thunder shirt. She is on the edge of the size requirements. I bought a large, but it was a bit too big. I returned it and purchased a medium. I followed the directions on the package and give her a few treats when I put it on her. The pet store had a couple of types of CBD doggie meds. I took a gamble and purchased the one with more CBD but without Melatonin. I also went to the vet and purchased some prescription drops. I obviously won’t be giving Annie both meds, but I hope to find what’s best for her. I gave Annie the CBD tonight. She slept through the early fireworks but awoke as they continued. She was pretty mellow but still unhappy with the noise. Tomorrow, I will try the med later in the evening. The fireworks were extra-long tonight and Monday will be much worse.  I want to find something that works well so that I don’t need to scramble on Monday to help her stay calm. The fourth is a wonderful holiday celebration, but not for my dog.


SoCS –

Linda brings us a new SoCS prompt every Friday to be posted on Saturday. It’s still Sunday here, so I am only a day late.

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!”

I have been unable to produce much of anything lately. My mind has been preoccupied with the terrible news being handed down by the f^^^ing Republican judges on the Supreme Court. I have read more than my fill about the disgusting decisions they have made to ruin our country. They have no clue as to what the real world is like.

The judges have decided that anyone should be able to carry a concealed weapon. With the horrors of shootings going on, I don’t understand why anyone in their right mind could vote this way.

I have two relatives whose babies’ heartbeats stopped very late in their pregnancies. Nothing could be done. Thankfully, because this was before the latest awful ruling, doctors were able to end the pregnancies. The young women did not have to wait months carrying a deceased fetus. They each had to attend therapy for the loss of their first babies. One can only imagine how much worse it would have been if they were forced to carry until term. I fear for the young women who will now be forced to make decisions they should have not to because of some wealthy Republicans who haven’t a clue. I have daughters and a granddaughter who no longer have control over their own bodies. It is disgraceful.

The last thing my mind wants to do, is to be productive. I haven’t blogged like I’d like to; I haven’t read my emails, I have written my daily gratitudes, and I haven’t been avoiding the chocolate that sooths my soul. I decided today would be the day to attack my emails. I have almost 600 waiting to read. As I come across the emails from bloggers, I read the blogs. It gives me a small feeling of success. I doubt I’ll catch up today either.

I’ve been trying to get some things done in the yard. I need to go out at 6 AM after feeding Annie. If I can’t be productive with my brain, at least I can be useful in my garden. I play my music on the outside stereo to keep my brain engaged in joyful tunes. As soon as it gets too hot, I need to come in the house away from the high temperatures. It’s been a hundred for a few days, with no relief in sight.

I yearn for by brain to return to some sense of normalcy. I want to be productive in many ways. Right now, my heart hurts. My souls hurts for the damage done to this once great country.