Goodnight, Anne McCaffrey
You see pretty with the heart, not with the eyes.–Nuella Dear Anne– I think I wrote you when I was a child. I hope I did. You and a few others helped me make it through a childhood… A childhood I’ve made up for …
Category: Blogging Challenges
You can’t be truly rude until you understand good manners. Rita Mae Brown
Could you please explain to me why it is ok for adults to act in ways they would punish their kids grandkids students for? Why is it not ok to talk over, to interrupt when someone else is talking unless YOU are doing the interrupting. Why is that …
Still here, with cranberries
Have some things going on that are getting in the way of doing more writing tonight. Gearing up for the big clean and cook this week, but first have to teach some professional dev classes and finish up a couple of projects. I’m really looking forward to a …
And Memories Fade
Sometimes there are moments there are songs. Things that make you feel something. And you hear a song. It’s odd how much that song encapsulates everything that you were and everything that you are in your secret heart. I got together with two friends that hadn’t seen each other in …
In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels ~Echo and the Bunnymen
The prompt for the 17th, which is not today, but which I decided to do today, because I’m like that is: Make a list of everyone you’ve ever had a crush on in your life, then choose one from the list and describe him or her in great detail. (Guest …
More than a Movie
Came home bummed again. Yes this is a refrain. I’m not sure if it is just needing the break or something more. I think it might be something more. J suggested we go to dinner and see Puss in Boots. We all love the crazy kitty with Antonio Banderas’ voice …
Whiskers on Kittens
it’s Monday and I’m disheartened, so I’m going to show you a few of my favorite things. Dr. Steel. I’ve come across him off and on over the last few years, but I’m saddened to know he isn’t doing his show any longer. And I love Steampunk, an …
The Things We Keep.
it’s funny the things we keep. The things we keep for ourselves, the things we keep for our children, or in our case child. The things we keep for each other. My mother kept my baby ring. What a funny thing to have. I understand a baby cup, I guess …
Post from a darkened room
I’m writing this from my iPhone, please excuse any typos — we’ve just had a power outage, looks like about 4500 people in our county. Not sure what’s going on- it*is*windy but rather mild. I was in the middle of cleaning and rearranging my office. Was going to try out …
“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of potential — for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints; possibility never.” Kierkegaard
OH damn. Damn damn damn. This is the wish. I wish I felt like I did during college or grad school, or perhaps even my first job, when I just knew I was marking time until it got good. And it did, get good that is. I had some amazing …
Where words fail, music speaks ~ Hans Christian Anderson
The suggestion for today (or do I call it blog topic or writing prompt ) is what is your secret or not so secret passion. Oh dear. You know what you have to hear about now don’t you? I’m so crazy about this thing, I’m temporarily changing my appearance for …
Laundry
It was clean and warm and now it is just warm. I think I have the flu. I just woke up and it’s 9:22. I went to sleep an hour ago and I want to go right back.That’s after I came home and then went back out and did some …
Opportunity is a favorable occasion for grasping a disappointment. Ambrose Bierce
I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. I don’t look forward to my days right now anyway, but tomorrow is going to be worse than usual. I have to tell my Bean, that though she practiced and practiced, that though she sounded great when I heard her (and that’s not just …
The electric things have their life too. Paltry as those lives are.~ Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep
From the time I was small I was fascinated by the ballerinas atop music boxes. I was sure that at night the small pink one would wake and dance her way across my room. I thought they met, somewhere secret with all the other small ballerinas and tiny walking toys …
Silent Saturday?
I’m enjoying the virus that has made its way through my husband and daughter, so I thought I’d post two of my favorite pictures from the county fair earlier this year. Doesn’t that look like Duke Nukum?