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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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| ... or just madness I told Robert: If I don't help someone and they die, is it my fault? If I help someone and they die, is it my fault? The answer to both questions is no, it's not my fault. But if I help I'll probably be blamed. It's one reason why Fauci is blamed and DJT is given a pass. It's why people don't help at times. Midnight and 35f degrees, 2c. I did pick up a new book. A bit too late to read though. *sigh* 11:40 and 36 misty degrees here between mountains. Our mountains glisten. 100/105% snowpack, so we're okay until summer. This is naturally short-grass, scrub and ponderosa. Quite dry. Water matters. I told Lilli, responding to QOTD: "I am looking at my toaster-oven. I buy everything second-hand and I've had it for years so it's nothing to look at! But... these two rooms with two south facing windows heat up in summer (3rd floor, no awning, no trees, blinds but I have plants and no other windows) and I don't have a/c. So... many years ago I turned off the oven. The pilot lights were roasting me but I kept the stove on and now the oven collects pots and pans. Since I live alone, the toaster-oven works well for me." I told Judith, responding to her blog: "Thank-you for this entry. As a traveler I mostly meet younger people and because I like strangers from strange lands I engage them. And... because I talk to everyone first and I don't ask permission I draw out shy quiet people.  Yes, I know that that's annoying. Yes, it's not always culturally acceptable. Yes, some young American women think a man is going to rape them if he smiles and says hello (a whole 'nother issue). BUT, I use my age to my advantage and I share... whatever. I don't need to ask more than 5 questions to find something in common. Sometimes I forget that I'm old! Young people react to me as their crazy uncle or dotty grandfather or retired professor. I'm fine with that as long as it works. I also interact with pets, animals, trees... There's beauty all around us and if I'm with someone I'll point that out. I like to imagine that I'd do that with aliens as well." To Cappucine: "To Pollyannas I must seem to wallow in my sorrows. Truthfully? At this moment I'm basking in sunshine, noticing the green of my plants and a bright red geranium. And I just ate an 'interesting' concoction of ricotta, cheese-broccoli, tuna and pasta (no recipe). I write better when I'm depressed or at least when I'm not agitated. I do nap. I do daydream. In some ways I've made Sadness my friend. I wring out every tear to water my Muse." 38 degrees and slowly cooling at 8:39 p.m. Only one mild upset in women's bball today: Michigan (6); no exciting games at all. The men's Sweet Sixteen has 7 teams with a seed 6 or over. Imho opinion? I think they goofed up with some of the seeding, but with due respect, it was a quirky year. I wrote two poems today: "Windpump [3]"  "Þimbleberries Þieves (Thimbleberry Thieves) [178.4] " I'm "caught up". |
      PROMPT March 23rd What do you do to improve your mood when you are sad? If you are frustrated or angry, what is your secret to feeling better? If you are happy and cheerful then continue being happy and cheerful and don't let my sadness or sorrow cloud your sunny day. BUT, if you demand that I be happy too? Go away ... far far away. Validate me by letting me be if you cannot embrace me. I work things out through sadness and tears just like others release their feelings through laughter. If you insist on me having to keep it all in because you can't handle it? You're being toxic. And that makes me angry (with isn't good for me). I need to ask myself when I'm angry, "what do I fear?" In this case the fear is becoming invisible when my true emotions aren't validated. I had a friend who always wanted me to be happy around her. No gloom anywhere near her. It actually made it very difficult for me to be me. Perhaps my gloom was toxic to her? Perhaps I reminded her too much of her son? Of that I'm sure. Allow me to work on my own emotions in my own way. You don't own them; you are not responsible to 'fix' them. That said... a hug is most welcome. Listening helps me. Sharing something that resonates makes me feel less alone. Distracting me (let's go for walk, smell the flowers, get coffee, make dinner, plant potatoes, pick peas) can be a great idea. Especially a  with coffee in it (cream, sugar, spice, please).Call me Eeyore if you must. Bring me a mug and a hug if you can. |
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