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 |   This stuffed Beanie Baby dog came tagged "tracker" which fits my search for knowledge. |
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Here are words I like to write All day long 'til it is night. Words go up and words go down When complete approve the sound. If you complete my little rhyme, Things will come your way in time.         
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| Thursday May 16, 2024 3:30 am  Prompt: Would you rather be a famous writer, a Rock Star or a Doctor who finds a cure for cancer? Write about this in your Blog entry today I would love to be a rock star from which I would make oodles of money to support my novel writing hobby. My doctorate would be in molecular biology which would allow me to work on cancer research in my spare time, like backstage before a concert or when my muse goes on hiatus. |
| Saturday May 11, 2024 8:50 am  Maya Angelou said, "To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow." My mother was a turtle. She was introverted, the opposite of me, with little to say unless asked. When asked, she poked her head out of her shell and talked until your butt got sore sitting there listening to her. She never walked fast or rushed a thing in her life. Look at me. She waited until the very last day of the year to have me. I do know the turtle wins the race. She won my heart, respect, and forever love. She has been gone since 2002. I miss her more now near Mother's Day. Note: Her favorite color was lavender. |
| Friday May 10, 2024 5:45 pm Please use these words in your entry today: Mother, accurate, handy, relevance, reckless, swop, fork, and accountable. Mother and I met for our usual Saturday lunch date. We were seated at our favorite booth. She was given a seniors menu. It had been a drama-filled Friday the day before. I was eager to tell her all about it. She was a good listener and never rushed me. My friend, Sue, was arrested for reckless driving. She called to ask me to call her mother and explain what happened. She talked about camping with her boyfriend, Jon. To me, it had no relevance but I was not going to interrupt her train of thought. She called at dawn. My mother knew Sue well which is why she was not surprised. I dropped my fork. She asked if I was sure Sue said reckless. I assured her it was accurate. She had babbled on about Jon and camping, and not saying how or why she was driving like a maniac. The girl was never accountable for her actions. I checked to see if the waiter was handy to bring me a clean fork and refill our drinks. He was and picked up our glasses to refill them and swap out my dirty fork. My mother took a sip, looked up at me, and said how happy she was to have me for her daughter. That was Mother's Day 2002. She was gone on the seventh of July. I tell my daughter how happy I am to have her as my daughter and have heard her tell her daughters the same thing. It is a beautiful thing to say and hear. |
| Tuesday 7 May 2024 Tuesday It was brought to my attention, in a blog entry regarding all the (not so good) things that go on in America, that we write our dates wrong. Most of the world, he writes, uses the day, month, year format. I like it so hope to remember to use it in my blog. I was not crazy about the long list of things about Americans, but remembered to respect the freedom of someone to express their thoughts. I admit it. I do not have time to do everything. If I make a formal blog review, responding to a blogging group's post, I take great care writing it. I know at least one person from the group will read it. I want it to be presented and written well. That is time consuming. I have the reviewing down. I take the opportunity early in my day to review someone who I come in contact with. Someone who reviewed me, something drawing my attention in the Newsfeed, or a Newbie. That is when I have time to go into the Newsfeed. I let that go in favor of monitoring the progress of fulfilling the Auction packages and raffle ticket goodies. All is under control. I was not certain when or how I would contact the few people who owe for their bids. I put that off for a few more days. |
April 28, 2024 Sunday 4:45 pm MST Ideas here, Ideas there, Ideas are hiding Everywhere! An essay inspired from a segment of the "Sunday Morning" TV show I saw this morning, regarding doing nothing, is the topic for only my second essay in the past year. It comes at a time when Congress has a bill they are considering to lower the required minimum full-time work week from 40 to 32 hours. A new book called "Do Nothing" promotes spending periods of your day spend not doing anything. Any work, that is. Dining out, walking down the lane/beach/mountain trail are just a few of the things that one can argue is doing something but it is not working really. Important to me was the report that people over 65 don't like to do "nothing," many working past the generally accepted retirement age. Scientists at MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology} report the brain needs to spend some time each day letting go of the cognitive brain to let the subconscious have a turn. The author of "Do Nothing" gave the lion as an example of an animal who works very little (seeking and killing its dinner} while spending the bulk of its time sleeping/napping/doing nothing. Was it Colonel Klinger on the TV show "Hogan's Heroes" who said "Veddy In-ta-resting?" Corrected: "Veddy in-ta-resting" comes from Laugh-In, a German soldier character played by Arte Johnson while smoking a cigarette. Thanks s  REVIEWING |
| Friday April 26. 2024 2:30 am WdC time  Describe a specific sound, smell, taste, etc in your blog today that irritates you more than anything, like chalk squeaking on a blackboard. I love my sister who is closest to me in age. I had three. We shared a bedroom until we were sixteen and thirteen. She was not good at putting toys away or making her bed. I covered for her always. She has a habit that drives me up the wall. She will put ice in a glass and then chew it cube by cube. She will do the same with anything she is drinking with ice cubes. She will shake that ice into her both and crunch, crunch, crunch. She doesn't live in the same state and we don't get together often anymore. We were on Facetime recently and there she was with her ice. Ewwwwww6. |
| Wednesday April 24, 2024 6 45 pm I am thinking about downloading my blog and removing the first year. I was feeling vulnerable and removed most of my personal photos not long ago. I was reminded when someone asked me what happened to an image. I put one on my first trinket which I may retire. I am all over the place with anonymity. I am pasting my first entry. May 17, 2023 at 2:32am #1049697 First blog entry Yippee! tracker's place, my blog, is open!!!! Thank you Steven (PLEASE BUY MY BOOKS!) and Sophy! GFs on the way! tracker's place will be under construction. I am taking a peek at other blogs to get an idea of how they look. 11:03 pm Tuesday 5/16/23 I am looking forward to the rest of the month. Two family birthdays are left to celebrate. It is pretty much the only time we have cake. The birthday boy or girl selects the kind of cake they want. In February, the request was for an ice cream cake. Not on my food list but oh well. It is good manners to accept a piece of cake if you have no dietary issues doing so. My next two paragraphs went to cyberspace. I am using a brand-new laptop. It is so sensitive, particularly if I let my left wrist lean on the keyboard. I am better off writing in Word first. My old Word did not transfer over. I am just a wee bit techy challenged. I have my former laptop. I keep both on my desk so that I can use the features I am familiar with on the old, then figure out how to get them on the new. I am struck by the overwhelming willingness of members to render aid to someone like me. It is a warm feeling to know people care. Peace out, tracker 11:28 pm |
| April 24, 2024 Wednesday 5:30 am PROMPT: A lot of things started on April 24. See link or write about the libraries you knew as a child. (Warning: 677 words) I loved going to the library. My mom passed on her love of books to the five kids in my family. I was seven when our town's public library was built. The design was quite modern at the time. As a child, I was restricted to checking out only two books at a time. During summer vacation I borrowed two books twice a week. Beverly Cleary wrote many books including a favorite, "Ramona Quimby Age 8." My favorite book, written by different authors, "Cheaper by the Dozen," was based on a true story and instrumental in my lifelong highly developed organizational skills. The library had a special odor. The smell of books, the best of which was a new one, combined with the smell of newly sharpened pencils, were thirstily inhaled while I browsed the shelves reading book blurbs. That was almost as much fun as reading a book because I would leave the library victorious discovering the perfect book among throngs. When I arrived at the check-out counter, there was a hint of lilac in the air coming from the direction of the librarian. Our librarian wore reading glasses on a hand-crafted beaded crystal chain. For a long time, I thought being a librarian was the best job in the world. To have the answer to everything would be so neat. We had a set of the Encyclopedia Americana at home, which was second to the best, according to my mother, the Britannica. She "splurged" on the encyclopedia set when a salesman came to our door. The desired set was slightly out of her price range. The Americana, however, was far superior to the latest set to come out, The World Book Encyclopedia. That is the one I used to copy from for my school assignments. I felt like a traitor using it at the time. The only problem with the set at home, I did not understand most of what it said, using technical language and words I never heard of. Many years later, as a newlywed, I appeared on the television show by the same name. I chuckled when the prize we won was a two-volume set of the World Book Encyclopedia. We used it often to learn before the advent of the internet. In adulthood, the public library allowed an unlimited number of books to be checked out. I was in my heyday of reading at least one book a day. Writing about the library and my favorite author motivated me to do some research. I found Cleary started a program called D.E.A.R. which was for Drop Everything And Read. I listened to a fifteen-minute interview with her from 2006. She said she was glad she was young before television and before many had radios. Her mom would read to Beverly and her father every night. It was wonderful to hear her tell how she came up with her characters. The more popular one, Ramona, was based on a little girl, about seven years old, who lived near her in her neighborhood. She told how the girl while walking home from the grocery store, was eating the pound of butter she had been sent to the store to buy. The name, Ramona, came from hearing someone in the neighborhood calling out for a girl by that name. Aunt Adele, my mom's sister, was a librarian for decades in their hometown of York, Pennsylvania. An avid reader herself, she told me she knew many facts from looking up answers to the same questions. Their mother worked as an elementary school teacher long before most women worked outside the home. She needed to provide for her children after my grandfather died young. It was long before social security was instituted. Being well-educated was a high priority. I have digressed just a smidgen which has been a joy for me as I recalled such fond memories from my youth. |
| Friday April 19, 2024 11:45 am WdC members are a rare breed. Egos and biases are left at the door. I get stoked when I have something bothering me and BINGO! A WdC friend steps up and writes a few words and the object of my pondering takes a hike. Thank you, Kiya! iKïyå§ama  Your note provided the perspective I needed to be reminded that this is my blog whose value can't be measured. I started this blog almost one year ago. I scrolled back to post #1 and was surprised to see the similar statement I made then. Here are excerpts. My first blog entry May 17, 2024 Yippee! tracker's place, my blog, is open!!!!...Two family birthdays are left to celebrate. It is pretty much the only time we have cake. The birthday boy or girl selects the kind of cake they want... I am using a brand-new laptop. It is so sensitive...I am struck by the overwhelming willingness of members to render aid to someone like me. It is a warm feeling to know people care." Yup! I forgot when I got my new laptop. I said it then, and I say it now, the WdC family is ready to render aid. Someone is there at the right time to speak up. It may seem like a small thing to everyone, but to me it is everything. ...I am pleased with this entry. |
| Thursday April 18, 2024 5:45 pm An attitude adjustment about the future of my blog is in progress. I saw this one:
Daily activities like a diary Opinions and editorials about serious stuff Fun recurring themes like Trivia Tuesday Does it matter when one person reads it Who am I writing it for Many have answered that question saying it helps them to write and get things off their chest Off to ponder some more. |
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