A terminal for all blogs coming in or going out. A view into my life. |
Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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27 degrees at midnight. I've been procrastinating. Not getting things done like I should. Can't blame the weather or any disturbing news. So off to bed soon. If I'm smart I go to the post office and cafe by 9. If not? Just another day. 35 degrees at 11:27. Sunny and warming. I went across the wide river and met my friends at The Break. Saw Willie, David who I hadn't seen for awhile, Kathi who loaned me a book. We sat and chatted. I'm the youngest of the bunch but I don't feel that way. They've changed policy at the laundromat where David works so I should do my laundry. It's been months. Not everything washes out well by hand. I'm winded when I come up those 42 steps, but sitting here with my coffee I feel fine. "Old age" is like that. Moments when one feels youthful and present, moments lost in the nostalgia of back when... moments when the body reminds one that it ain't young no more. I'm getting old in ways that disturb me and charm no one. I have so much to do today and no will to do anything. I could just sit here in the sun and lose myself in daydreams. It would be far too easy. 44 at 3 minutes to 3. I'm wasting time listening to Dimash, watching reactions to his performances. At least I ate some beef vegetable soup. It's 3 p.m. Time to work. Back in an hour. 4:18. Got some writing down but I need to continue for at least another hour. Took a break to fertilize plants, clear a spot on the table. Even opened up a window. It's 46 outside. 44 degrees at 6:18. It's cooling. Windows still open. Must close them before bedtime as the nights freeze. Planted two rooted onions... finally. Tried to drown the plants in the hall but still dry at the base of the pots. I want to overwater and then let them dry out a bit. I'll need to be careful as I hope they'll drain. Old plants in old pots ... big old pots. I have made progress on my 8 Journalistic Intentions entries. Just not ready yet. This blog has gone over 4 thousand views so I sent some gps off to the first commenter after I posted this last night. |
PROMPT March 11th What qualities do you look for in a friend? Are there any qualities you avoid? What qualities about yourself do you think make a good friend? Truthfully? When I was growing up I was desparate for anyone to be my friend. But I was withdrawn and wary. I mostly found refuge with other misfits. It was rough being a teenager and I never felt part of a group even when invited. I pushed people away. A special someone? Anyone? I think everyone sensed that I was wounded in a way they couldn't help or heal. So, even when I had 'friends' I kept them at an emotional distance. I kept family as far away as I could. My life changed for the better when someone decided to be my friend when I was 26. We were friends for 25 years. Since then? Why trust anyone? When I travel I do trust ... to an extent. I don't want to be around hurtful mean people. I do find calm quiet people attractive ... because I'm not. However, sparkly enthusiastic people bring that out in me. Either way I don't like drama. Me? I am loyal ... but I'm not a good friend in a puppy kind of way. I'm more feline. I'll love you at a distance. So no ... I don't make a good friend. |