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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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| Almost midnight. 35 degrees. Choking on apple juice and a piece of bread. Earlier Bri gave me cauliflower pizza. She did very well. I could taste the caulifower ... which is fine for me as I like it. I did speak to my sister. Family has been concerned because I haven't been in touch. We shared some medical issues. And that was enlightening. I wasted too much time on social media. Not as bad as before but I need to just disconnect. Few on bookface want to have a conversation. The daily fake news and misplaced outrage is disturbing. I've been reluctant to stir things up on the WDC newsfeed but it seems it's one of the very few ways to engage people. I'm keeping the 30dbc entries mostly short and bland. They are being read and commented on though. 37 degrees and warming at 10:44. It won't get very warm or cold this week. Whatever sunshine we get will be welcome. The sun is streaming in this morning. I've had a coffee but I'm tired. Need to do some writing today. One contest entry is due and another one looms. Which means I just want to read and sit with a cat on my lap. Since I don't have a cat... *sigh* I'm really lonely. 46 degrees at 4 p.m. Wants to rain. Won't. I finished a memoir for a contest. "Sunday mornings, 1960 493 words [360b] "  I'm behind in my writing. Behind in everything. 40 degrees at 7 in the evening. Called my mother. She was lucid. Which is great. If she gets a UTI she isn't. She's 98. My sister just had a big birthday. We won't mention which one because ... y'know ... she's old shh. So need to get ahold of my aunt in NC. I realize folks use answering machines to screen calls but that does nothing for me. It tried to rain all day; nary a drop. On to other things. A pretty badge: ![Merit Badge in Dark Dreamscapes
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  PROMPT March 7th Write about one of your fondest memories. I think I can handle one memory. We took in Aunt Orabelle's spitz for a while. It wasn't a pomeranian ... that's all I remember. My father made a dog house out of cardboard and painted it green. I don't remember his name. I don't remember how old I was. There's nothing bad with the memory. It doesn't trigger anything at all. Did I play with him? I dunno. I know we had a dog Brownie when I was a toddler maybe and an orange cat Tippy when I was little but I have no real memories. Just an echo of an echo. I mention the lack of memories because that's what comes to mind. My childhood lies beyond memories of it. So is it a fond memory? In a way, yes. We wanted a pet. So bad. For a short while we took care of one. I don't spend a lot of time looking for old memories. It's a landscape of landmines. |
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