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Just Be There Blog

by DyrHearte writes

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing.Com · #388967

Daily notes and timed freewrites but mostly my blog

All comments are encouraged, I am interested in what others think and feel along the topics I choose to write about.

Highlighted entries:

[#732826] "In Memory"

Thank-you geja8856 for this wonderful gift

Half Borgevna and half Morivini and destined to save her world.

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Writer_Mike

Jun 9, 2020 at 4:19pm
In response to "Remember "Tricky Dicky"?"

I don't remember Mr. Nixon well, as I was just a teenager not particularly interested in politics, but I was sitting in my barracks room about 5 miles away from the Oval Office when he resigned. It was a very strange time and strange feeling. The last time I "lost" a President in office was when JFK was assassinated. Nixon's resignation wasn't at all the same scenario, but something had still gone very wrong.

DyrHearte writes

Dec 13, 2019 at 2:27am
In response to "snow, shoveling, scraping off car, wet, slippery snow"

Yes, shoveling, comes with the wet white. I see that it's snowing again a bit. So maybe we will have this around for a while

DyrHearte writes

Dec 13, 2019 at 1:36am
In response to "snow, shoveling, scraping off car, wet, slippery snow"

Yes, shoveling, comes with the wet white. I see that it's snowing again a bit. So maybe we will have this around for a while

MichelleWriteMeow

Dec 11, 2019 at 7:45pm
In response to "snow, shoveling, scraping off car, wet, slippery snow"

I sat down to work on something late last night, and between midnight and 2 a.m. -- I finally looked up to realize there was snow outside. And it kept snowing and snowing. It warmed up a bit but I sort of hope it stays, too. We had that one weird storm in October (they didn't close campus but I was absolutely late for class), and then nothing since! I drove back from a neighboring city last night and got lucky: all I encountered was fog. Now I'm waiting to hear if I have to shovel that sidewalk all the way around the side of the house...

DyrHearte writes

Sep 3, 2019 at 12:30am
In response to "Rescue"

I visit often, but I haven't written for a long while. Today my muse was frisky

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🌕 HuntersMoon

Sep 3, 2019 at 12:13am
In response to "Rescue"

Where ya been? Miss seeing you around. Reads well.

DyrHearte writes

Jul 2, 2018 at 11:45am
In response to "Fortune Cookie Wisdom"

Nah, I'll take the soft pretzel with mustard. Good to see you Ken

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🌕 HuntersMoon

Jul 1, 2018 at 10:09pm
In response to "Fortune Cookie Wisdom"

Glad to see you back and posting something. 😃 First of all, it's from a fortune cookie! 😜 Let me interpret it for you:

Live for today - Eat the damn cookie.
Remember yesterday - You were hungry for something sweet.
Plan for tomorrow - Yuk - this tastes like cardboard. Maybe I'll go with a cupcake!

😂 🤣 Ken

🌕 HuntersMoon

May 30, 2017 at 9:07pm
In response to "Creativity Agenda"

Now you've got it!

Remember, write first for yourself. Who cares if anyone else likes it? That's not why we write. Just remember what Robert Frost said: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." Yes, it's that's simple

Ken

DyrHearte writes

May 29, 2017 at 1:37pm
In response to "climate differences"

Sad to say that time isn't my problem. Whenever I had that urge to get something down on paper, I've always made the time to do it. Writer's block isn't related to having the time to write; for me, my internal environment isn't correlated to getting creative. Don't know why, as soon as I figure it out I know I can get my books back on track. Somewhere, when my relationship stopped, my self confidence, or self friendship got all messed up and the energy required to complete my dream went away. I've had all the time I've ever needed to finish all four of my books...I've not had the creative energy to finish them.

With this move back into a peopled world where I can sink or swim on an emotionally caring level, I hope to rebuild my confidence in my talents again. I think that is the key to my creative energies. I'm hoping so, because nothing else has worked these last many years.

May 27, 2017 at 6:18pm

#911853

climate differences

Well, I'm finally starting to get that settled feeling. Two months ago today, I lost my job which forced me to move from western Montana to western Idaho. The difference of climate is telling; but, being with family helps.

Today, I am reminded why I loved living in the Bitterroot Valley. I lived there for nearly 25 years (August 1992 to April 2017) and took for granted that the 80 to 90 degree temperatures don't happen until July and August. Well, here it is nearly June, less than a week left in May, and the temp is already 80-90 degrees. For the last 25 years I've taken for granted that when it got hot in the valley you could drive for a half hour and get to a higher altitude that would be 10 to 15 degrees cooler. Time to enjoy a picnic in the woods by a stream in relative privacy. Can't do that here. The hills of Idaho aren't high enough for any major temperature change and the Mountains are further away than a half hour drive. Also, anywhere you go to commune with nature is very crowded with all of the Memorial Day weekenders with the same idea. Even without the holiday, Idaho weekenders out number Montana weekenders by far. I've not realized how private my life was in Victor. I'm beginning to miss that privacy. I'm beginning to miss the semi-solitude I so enjoyed these last 24 years.

The plus side is the growing season for the garden is approximately a month longer here than in the 'Root'. So, I will take advantage and do a little planting today...nothing big. Some beans, corn and pumpkin. and a few radishes. There is a corner of the kid's (by kid's, I mean my son and his wife) garden that didn't take, so I have replanted three hills with the three sisters (beans, corn and pumpkin). It is a spontaneous experiment on my part. I will have to let the kids know I've replanted the hills in case they decide to do some of their own replanting.

The heat of the day drove me back inside. My son has taken the rest of the family to the river so the boys can play in the water. I'm content to enjoy the coolness of the basement where I'm set up.

On the job note, I've not had much luck having a job just drop into my lap. The applications I've sent in have not born fruit. I can't say I'm disappointed about it though. I have enjoyed not having to go to work. I suppose I could go through the employment service, but to me the pittance of employment insurance isn't worth the acid reflux medication it would invariably have to buy. For the first time in years, I'm enjoying eating without the heartburn. No work, no immediate need to find work...(my son has assured me it is okay to take my time)...equates to no stress and no stress equals no reflux.

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