So, … More On Family

Of 13 children, 31 grandchildren, and 50 something great grandchildren, our Pony was the first great-great. Not sure what the great-great count is up to now.

PoPo is the eldest grandchild, B the eldest great grandchild and then little Pony. Somewhere around here we have the picture of five generations. Glad we did that because Grandma B passed away very shortly after the picture was taken. Now Grandma T is gone too leaving three generations of first born sons. Sort of sad that it stops there. But not sad. Happy because it happened.

Oh and B’s dearly departed brother is a clone of Grandpa G. Surreally so actually. Like in the Shining. Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance through the decades identical. Smirking smile. Uncanny. Despite the looks, the personalities were night and day different. Nurture overcame nature in that case.

As always more to come.

So, … Perception or Perspective

Is this like -ic or -ical from SoCS?

Nope! Close but no cigar. Which comes from old timey carnival games where cigars were prizes. 😮

Any who! I’m in a giggling 🤭 mood. Here’s why. Rabbit 🐰 hole ready to ramble?

B’s grandma was the 2nd oldest of 13. There were 31 grandchildren aka first cousins. PoPo (of Internet building fame) is the oldest and S is the baby. Ages 75 to 45 and everything in between. Today they had a reunion at the Den. Locals will know this joint. Good times to be had by all. Before PoPo left we went to return his car and visit.

There were old pictures everywhere. Such a wonderful stroll down memory lane. In one, it was PoPo with his mom and dad. He was about 4 or 5. I want a do over to go back and take a pic of that pic for memories sake.

PoPo: Wasn’t my mom beautiful?

Us: Yes! Inside and out.

PoPo: That’s my daddy G. He didn’t know how many times he was married.

Us: How do you not know that?

PoPo: Who knows? He kept secrets. Each time he married he got progressively worse. My mom was beautiful. His 2nd wife was very pretty. Then J she was just okay. And that woman he was with when he died, well she was a dog.

Then me (for only Lord knows why) I start snorting with laughter.

A dog huh? Well I love dogs so, … there is that.

Followed by hey 👋 I resemble that remark. Ruff! Ruff! Bark!

Where’d that expression ever come from. She’s a dog. What about ugh-mo males? Are they dogs too?

U.G.L.Y you ain’t got no alibi you ugly yea yea you ugly. And who decides who is ugly anyway? 🤔

Perception/Perspective. Finally J-Dub lands the plane.

As always more to come.

So, … Milestone Moment

I am housekeeping my blog.  My it is dusty here!  Achoo. Achoo.

I had 13 saved drafts and I am now down to seven.  That means minus six.  A few (three) were deleted as they were single words on a page.  Weird to see that word, standing there like words do ;).  Isolated.  And me curious about what the hell was I thinking.

I published one #FlashFiction ~ 8/18/18 written back in June but time stamped with today’s date to mark when I hit publish.  The other two were also published today but privately.  I just learned how to do that.  The dark stuff meant for my “no one but me” journal.  See I can keep secrets!  Though lately I have been a bit too trusting so I have decided that I am going back into obscurity.

Out of the remaining seven there are several (three) that are pictures only.  Being saved for a rainy day.  Making current state of drafts as good as it gets.  Not feeling like I want to continue on and re-work those final four.

I hit a milestone today – 1700 posts since starting J-Dub’s Grin and Bear It in earnest back in July-ish of 2016.  This post being 1701!  Unreal to me.

Two freaking years y’all.  Time is a B word again.  Actually I do have three very short posts from August of 2015 but the blog did not take off.  And for a while I was Musings and Ramblings or Ramblings and Musing.  Then I changed my name and theme/color scheme in a previous housekeeping effort.

If I had it to do all over, I’d go completely anonymous, not just my family’s names but me too.  I’d make my hometown some place in Canada.  Ha!  Other than that, I would not change a thing.  And in the immortal words of the Isley Brothers ~ It’s your thing, do what you want to do.  Disclaimer: The following is not mine.  It is a link.

As always, more to come.

#FlashFiction ~ 8/18/18

Picking up food for the mister who worked through lunch. I’d be happy to never eat again. TV in this place is blaring. The waitresses are glued to the screen. Ignoring me. I think noise from the show is making me angry. Ahem.

Right now I’m in my head. Feeling awful. She’s trying so hard. But it’s never enough. I can’t even look her in the eyes. Doing so breaks me. She’s covering pain. She tossed out an idea.  Nothing neither of us really wants to do. Something deep inside me is like biting on tin foil. I’m damaged.

The above makes 99 words of 100 or less flash fiction challenge.

As always, more to come.

Epiphany Moment

Lots on my mind these days.  So here I come to release the hounds.  But there is not much bark or bite.  Instead a realization.  Amazing how things happen like that.  Epiphany moment.

Sometimes life sucks.  No two ways about it.  No amount of sugar-coating can take away the bitterness.  Just when things seem the worst and the break is about to happen, someone tells you something about a more serious circumstance.  Not only could things be worse, they always are but for someone else.  As my luck would have it, I have never been the person on the bottom of the pile.  I bet if many of you think about, same for you too.  No one has cornered the market on pain.  Even after some pretty horrific stuff.  Case in point.

April 2014.  B is in an accident.  Scaffolding collapsed and he with it plummeting from about 10-12 feet to hard floor.  Breaking wrist and pulverizing face.  Rushed to ER where he was placed in surgical ICU for a possible brain bleed.  And me.  Stoic Jill.  Sent everyone away and didn’t even tell Pony and Wise at the time.  I remember as noon time turned into afternoon and evening I was asked to leave the ICU for shift change.  The surreal scene was something like this.

Me walking to waiting room that had been empty hours earlier but at the time was full to the brim without a single open chair. Me sobbing, blending into the wall and sliding down to the floor utterly alone and broken.

Man with kind face walked over to me.

Is your loved one going to be okay Mija?

Through tears, I hope so.  They say he will be.

Come here take my seat.  Now that this has happened we are family.

He proceeded to tell me of the horrific accident that nearly killed his son while he himself miraculously survived without a scratch.  As they were passing on the highway, a 16 ft metal rod broke loose from the back of a semi truck.  Like a javelin the rod went through the windshield nearly decapitating his son.  His son was airlifted and in surgery when I entered the waiting room.  They had faith sure but no idea if he’d survive his extensive injuries.

Extreme examples of course.  But I picked them on purpose.  Because both were serious, only one was worse.  Perspective.

As always, more to come.



#SoCS for 8/18/18 ~ -ic or -ical

Happy last Saturday with the kidlet before she returns to school.  This time I won’t cry.  Each year her leaving me gets easier.  Hard to believe a full year has passed.  Seems like ages really.  Time that fickle B word.  As you recall Lulu came home from school and almost immediately had surgery.  Memorial Day weekend 2017 to be exact.  After a summer of convalescing, it was time to go back but that bastard Harvey was storming all over the place.  Corpus Christi was mainly spared but still a delayed start to the school year just the same.  This year we are back on track.

Also happy last Saturday to use this badge:

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Was a good run while it lasted but all good things must come to an end.  Really now?  Must they?  I am asking for a friend.  Hehe.  I am asking unrelated to the badge retirement.  In general I want to know why must all good things come to an end?

Or is it good things come to those who wait?  Hmmm.  Maybe I am mixing up expressions. Or am I delaying the inevitable?  Why? you ask.  Well see what Linda did here.  This is the prompt she gave us:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-ic or -ical.” Find a word that uses the suffix “-ic” or “-ical.” Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!

What the what do I do now?  That’s hard y’all.  My head hurts.

Think, think, and think.

for -ic all I got is sic.  I write after all and should know what sic means.  I don’t.  Never did.  I Googled it.  Still don’t.  Still never did. Ha!  Okay so sic is used after a word to designate use verbatim or as is even if incorrect. Booyah (sic)

for -ical all I got is MUSICAL!  The BEST -ical of them all.  Broadway baby!  Time to go back.  Of course I have little Broadway aka E. Houston Street home of the Majestic.  This year I purchased season tickets which include Hamilton!  Don’t be jealous.  Okay be a little jealous.  It’s okay.

And with that, beep, beep, beep went my timer.  And we’re off to wherever the wind blows us even if that is just to the living room set up for at home spa day :).

If you’d like to join this band of prompt respondents or read their works extraordinaire, here are the Rules and Ping Back

As always, more to come.