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The first few entries come from a private journal I have kept for a few years now. also home for my entries for 
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| Life changes, as a child you hold toys in your hands, manipulating them, talking for them, using them to cultivate you growing imagination. Gradually, you no longer need them to create your stories, to have fun playing. Your toys move behind your eyelids in the curtains of your dreams. The stories still flow but life has so much more to interrupt the play. You read other people's stories, you let them play for you. Your imagination muscles grow weaker. What we all need then is the time and courage to pull out our old toys and remember how to play and imagine. That's why so many people feel drawn to spend so much money and so many resources to obtain the things they played with when they were young. The have felt the atrophy of their imaginations. It is instinctual. The problem is that they put the toys on a shelf and just stare at them occasionally, wondering what isn't working. That isn't what will help. If you are feeling the atrophy play with the toys don't look at them. For those of us who keep our imaginations in constant use with good muscle tone it must be remembered that it doesn't ruin the exercise routine to ride a bike down a trail for fun once or twice. Swimmers don't lose their stamina by playing Marco Polo instead of swimming laps. Writers can pull out the toy cars and blocks and still write The Great American Novel. Play is good for everyone, and toys can be an essential part of play. Take out your dolls and your wagons. Hop on your bikes and your scooters. Visit the lands of imagination so dimly remembered and play. |
| I read something interesting recently and it has been going through my head a lot. Basically, it said that we do not have the ability to feel wetness. At least not like we have a sense of hot and cold, or pressure or pain. What we perceive as wetness is a learned calculation of combined sensations we know that feel wet. I have really thought about it and have been dissecting the idea. Wet feels cool or warm, basically different than the air around you. If you ever climb into a bath that is the same temperature as the air around you it can confuse the sensation a bit. Wetness moves the hair on your skin in a certain way that feels wet. Wet clings like few things can and you feel that cling to your skin. Since the wet sensation is dependent on a guesstimation of what actual sensations add up to, I could definitely see it as a "sense" that could be easy to fool. I don't know how this will affect my writing but it certainly opened my eyes to the idea of really examining what my senses are telling me. |
| It's been a while since I posted. I haven't been doing too well mood-wise. I am missing a lot of the furbabies I have loved and lost. I have done a couple of entries on them in various book items. At one point dennis23468 asked me if it was worth it. He has also made posts questioning if connections with anyone or anything are worth it. Here is my considered response. Yes, it may hurt at times but it is definitely worth it. Without connections with other people, you spend far too much time conversing with yourself and no one else. The thing is that hope is contagious, laughter is contagious, and optimism is contagious. If you pull away from everyone you aren't exposed to these things. All you can really catch when you converse exclusively with yourself is a bad case of rot and mildew of the soul. I find that alone a person ends up seeing the darkness. It takes exposure to others to catch a glimmer of the light. It is easy to be the light for someone else, but so much more difficult to light up your own life. The song says, "YOU light up my life." not I light up my life. I have written and posted about the pain I feel about the past looking for just a little of that light from others, and I have received plenty. Now I am attempting to return the favor and offer dennis23468 a glimpse of my light. I wouldn't have even pulled out of the depression as much as I have if his darkness hadn't begged for a little light. Even in pessimism he sparked a little light in my life, just by responding. Yes, dennis23468 it is worth it. |
| I got a new Mulberry-colored dress yesterday, it is just t-shirt fabric so it feels really nice and comfortable. My dog hates it because I tend to go around the house without pants or leg coverings and putting pants on his how she knows I am going out. But with a dress, she is anxious from the minute I get dressed because she can't tell when I am getting ready to go. Right now she is laying down about 18 inches away from me staring through me. She won't let me leave her sight. I get up to get a drink and I am practically tripping over her. She really can't help it. She has anxiety so bad she's medicated. The interesting thing is that her prescription is filled at our people pharmacy because her vet is like thirty miles away. Great vet, Gracie loves her. She hates the drive to go to the vet but when she sees the office she relaxes. OMG. Gracie won't even blink as she stares at me. She really doesn't want me leaving the house today. I just patted the couch next to me to invite her to come to sit by me so I could pet her. Before she could get up the cat came out of nowhere and sat practically in my lap. I swear I didn't even see him a minute ago. Apparently, he was stalking me but changed his mind when I invited "him" onto my lap. So now Grace is twice as pissed off at me... |
| Having a crappy day. Got in the car after my mother-in-law, sat in her seat... She SHOULD have warned me it was suspiciously sopping wet. I had to do all my errands today looking like I pissed myself. Would have bought a different outfit at Walmart but unfortunately, my mother-in-law had overspent and I now have 40$ less to work with this month than I was expecting. Ended up going to three different stores looking for the final piece to my mother-in-law's anniversary gift for her parent's 65th, a present she described and I was supposed to make happen, with 40$ less in the budget to spend than I was expecting. So I might have accused her indirectly of pissing herself in the car when I finally got home with my sodden bottom. Maybe that was going too far but darnit a woman can only be pushed so far before she busts loose and shanks a B@#$^&. |
| Stupid book! Laying down Miserably was a horrid book! Who cares how bad a person's bed is! Mattresses are getting a bad wrap. They can't help if it is lumpy or flat or saggy. Villifying mattresses is just wrong. They do their best to be as supportive as they can. Really they tried to make their attacks on mattresses classier by writing parts of it in French? French isn't classy. It smells like cigarettes, stale coffee, and poodle dogs. None of which add class to anything. This is the worst, like a French accent makes anything other than the common potato better. Especially since french fries aren't even from France! I can't think how this stupid book could be one of the classics of the world! How do you make a musical out of a natty book about rank mattresses? Why oh why did I waste five minutes skimming this book anyway? That is four and a half minutes I will never get back. (The other thirty seconds don't count because I was filing my nails while skimming.) Anyway this is the second worst story about beds that I have ever read, The first one is The Princess and the Pea. I can't understand how she would feel a smushed pea under all those mattresses. It is totally ridiculous. Prompt ▼   Gracie Ginger Cuddlebug Supreme #internetfamouspup |
| Hey everybody, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I have been to the ER twice this week once for a migraine the second time for severe abdominal pain. It wasn't appendicitis, a kidney stone, and probably not my gallbladder. I won't find out what it is unless I follow up with a GI specialist. It has been an ongoing problem but every time I followed up as I was supposed to I was told that what they told me it was, it wasn't and I am so over it... I am having problems with grief. Mother's day is this weekend and I lost my mom several years ago. I miss her badly and just haven't had an easy time getting motivated to do much of anything. |
| I am having another migraine. This is the last of what I am going to get written today. |
| I ended up in the ER with a migraine today. They gave me shots. Now I don't have a migraine anymore but I am very SLEEPY. Grammarly is trying to tell me I don't need an "A" before a migraine. Wtf. I just left out the "a" and it threw a fit. I am too tired to argue with a dumb AI. Good Night All! |
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