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Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.
A new blog, in case I ever think of anything to say.
November 14, 2019 at 3:09pm
November 14, 2019 at 3:09pm
#969628
It's obvious to everyone except the auto blog reminder sending mechanism that I have forgotten how to write and I am trying desperately to avoid any feelings of responsibility.

I've been knitting socks. It's November and keeping my feet warm is a decent reason for avoiding any activity that doesn't contribute to my pedal comfort.

I don't know where the words went.

I am going to force myself to write something, but that might just make it worse.


October 6, 2019 at 8:32am
October 6, 2019 at 8:32am
#967325
I think that early morning is the best time to write. I mean - really, early morning. Whether it's 4am or 5am, the most important thing is that it is still dark and no one else is up yet. Solitude and darkness. My old friends. Solitude is kind of a loner but darkness gets around a bit. Darkness is good friends with Paul Simon, too.

Anyway, I like to get up early. Sometimes, I get up too early. That was the case yesterday morning when I was up too early but had this brilliant idea about putting the coffee on to brew while I crawled back under the bed covers for a few more blissful horizontal moments. Sorry, almost forgot to mention this - coffee is another old friend you need in the morning. Coffee, darkness and solitude.

One thing you don't need is foggy morning brain. Not a friend. The coffee will clear it up, if you can make it, Aye, there's the rub,

I got up too early yesterday and decided to make the coffee. I had the large can of coffee open on the counter when the cat made some distracting noises on the other side of the room. I turned to see and my arm brushed the coffee can right off the edge of the counter onto the floor.

This was actually an amazing sight to see, for the can of coffee landed directly upside down, with its bottom in the air. The open end was on the floor, and there was a light dusting of coffee grounds in a brown halo all around it. "Go ahead." it taunted me. "Pick me up and see what happens."

I knew I had foggy morning brain so I did nothing. Not right away. Well, I said a naughty word, but then I did nothing. It occurred to me that only the coffee that was actually touching the floor was to be discarded. The rest that remained in the can was still pure. What I needed was a thin sheet of steel to slide under it and then to flip it over.

I didn't have any steel lying around so I had to go for sheets of printer paper. I used a couple to make it a bit stiffer. The whole process would have gone better if I could bend over and touch the floor first thing in the morning, but alas, that's unlikely to be the case before I have had my coffee.

I saved more than half the coffee that was left in the can but I swept up and tossed out a good three or four pots' worth. I finished putting the coffee pot on and didn't bother going back to bed to wait for it. The mood was ruined.

Today, I didn't get up so early. If darkness is really my old friend, he'll make the coffee.
September 23, 2019 at 11:15am
September 23, 2019 at 11:15am
#966647
I have a form of mental illness. I don't know what category it falls under. Perhaps it is a neurosis or some kind of obsessive compulsive disorder or maybe it's just some hidden well of hope that bubbles up to the surface now and again, but it's definitely not normal. I know this because all those around me say it's not normal.

See, I have this need to rearrange the furniture. Not constantly, just frequently. Maybe three or four times a year, tops. I can't say when the urge strikes or what causes it to strike, but once the thought of rearrangement sparks in my soul, I cannot stop thinking about it. I appear to be watching TV, or typing on my laptop, or even calmly knitting round and round as the leg of the sock on my needles lengthens, but what is really going round and round is the furniture on the imaginary floor plan in my head.

Normal people tell me everything is fine as it is. I know that they really just hate to be bothered with all the fuss when the furniture starts to rotate round the room. And no one welcomes the uncovering of secret sins hiding beneath the formerly stationary seating. Now the dropped wrappers and odd socks come to light, covered in dust and cat hair.

It's all futile, really. The truth is that I hate all my furniture and the room is uncommonly boxy with doors and windows in exactly all the wrong places so that there is no good or right place for a long sofa, or the right angle for the chair so that the television is well in view or even a spot where the light from the window or the lamp is not glaring off the TV screen.

Still, deep down inside, I harbor a tiny hope that if I just keep moving the furniture around, I may accidentally hit upon the arrangement that makes it all agree with each other and nestle into a logistic harmony with the room's construction.

Until that happens, I am doomed to keep it all revolving.

September 17, 2019 at 7:31am
September 17, 2019 at 7:31am
#966316
Let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the deaths of rock stars...*


Ric Ocasek of The Cars just died. It was a bit shocking, mostly because up until this past Sunday, when he died, I didn’t know he was 75. I suppose he was bound to be, but I hadn’t seen him in years so he was still young-ish in my memory. Eddie Money died, too. He was only 70. But he looked older.

It’s not a big shock when rock stars die, they do it all the time. These days, there are many rock stars who are dying because they’ve reached that age - the one past which few can continue if they’ve abused their bodies with sex, drugs and rock & roll for several decades (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule). But these deaths are depressingly predictable and don’t really hit one with the same emotional impact as the deaths of rock stars did when I was young.

Back in my day, rock stars did not die of old age or natural causes. They died young. They died suddenly. One minute they were all vibrant rebellion and energy, the next they were an example that parents could use to support their opinion that rock & roll was an evil perpetrated upon the younger generation. My generation. Baby.

Our parents weren’t entirely wrong, some of those rockers were a very bad influence. I could listen to Janis all day, but no young woman should emulate her lifestyle. Drugs and alcohol took out far too many of our idols - Janis, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, Jimi Hendrix - the list goes on and on. These senseless deaths were so at odds with their dynamic talents and stage presence. And we were all so young, then.

Nowadays, when a rock star dies at some age numbered in the 60s or 70s, it only reminds me that when I was young, they were young. The thought that the opposite is now true is equally as depressing as the news of their deaths.


*apologies to William Shakespeare
September 14, 2019 at 9:03am
September 14, 2019 at 9:03am
#966170
I wondered if it's alright to moan a bit on my blog. Blogs are random and spontaneous, no? Therefore, they should be outlets for all sorts of things - within reason, of course, this is a family-friendly blog. And I fully expect these musings to be largely ignored before they are washed away.

I know we all have a love/hate relationship with reviews. We love the good ones and hate the bad ones. And I do moan a lot over bad reviews, but that is mostly because I am an undisciplined brat.

But some reviews just leave me scratching my head.

I enter a lot of contests. I enter a lot of contests with short windows and tight word counts. So, I often have quite a few items that are short - very, very short.

For instance, the "Tweet Me a Story" contest requires a character count of no more than 140. Total. And there's a 25 word contest and a 24 syllable contest, etc. There are flash fiction contests with strict word counts. I try to be clear when things are written to prompts and word counts.

So, it leaves me completely puzzled when a reviewer of a 24 syllable poem tells me it would have been better if I had made it longer. Or a 300 word flash fiction is marked down because some background needed to be expanded, etc. The answer, of course, lies in the description of the item. The poem, or whatever, cannot be made longer. But I can be made crazy.

I hope that when I review things that were contest entries that I consider the form and word count and prompt limitations placed on the author and try to appreciate the work within those guidelines.

Okay, moaning over. We return you to our regular programming.
September 12, 2019 at 7:57am
September 12, 2019 at 7:57am
#966052
I got an email today from an online furniture retailer which encouraged me to consider "accent chairs". This intrigued me. What sort of accents would these chairs have? Or would they alter the accent of the occupant when sat upon? I could not resist, so I clicked on the link.

I will admit that many of these chairs had accents far too posh to be in my house. They would look at the state of the rest of my furniture and refuse to speak, of that I am sure But others had me scratching my head. The cow chair, for instance, upholstered all over in brushed black and white Holstein. I guess the accent is "bovine", and perhaps it is easy to Moo-ve (okay, groan).

There was one chair that had me completely puzzled, however. It appeared to be made from the twisted and gnarled branch of a very old tree. I looked at it from all sides (thanks to the 360 function on the website's photos) and for the life of me, I could not figure out where one sits. What I do know is that it looks ridiculously uncomfortable. It is available from the company called - wait for it - Loon Peak *Shock2* ! for a little over $5,000 (marked down from $12,000).

I decided that accent chairs are not for me. Nothing can tie my decor together, it isn't meant to have a theme. If I go furniture browsing again, I shall look in the "ugly-but-comfy" section.

September 11, 2019 at 7:21am
September 11, 2019 at 7:21am
#965997
The email says that it's been 4 days, 14 hours, and 42 minutes since I last updated my blog. That was when I created my blog, actually. I have never updated it. But I get an accounting of how long ago my last non-update was.

It's as if I just signed up for daily reminders.

I am not saying that daily nagging isn't a good thing. It guarantees that I will have a message in my inbox each day. In a way, it's an AI friend so I don't feel all alone. But, it takes four good nagging emails before I attempt to blog, so not the most effective reminder. If it came as an audio file that played a high-pitched whine until I wrote in my blog... nevermind, that wouldn't work either - I can turn the speakers off.

The problem is that I created a blog without a plan. And that was 4 days, 14 hours and some minutes ago.

Let' s see what happens tomorrow. Will there be a reminder?

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