Good morning folks! Welcome to Jilly’s “Couch Session”. This stream is all part of the lovely Linda G Hill’s fantastic world of #SoCS. Where a band of off-the-wall head cases in need of a “couch session” (speaking of myself) and/or fantastic prompt respondents (speaking of YOU! who are reading these words) meet each week to rise to the challenge of writing for fun! If you’d like join in by either reading or writing, here are the rules and ping back.
Today Linda writes and I write again … Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “couch” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!
More homework! Noun or verb … verb or noun. Thanks god and greyhounds preposition was so last week.
Before we get started, if you live near a Baskin and Robbins, go get some ice cream. Yesterday in a different sort of “Couch Session” I learned they play off their 31 flavors on the 31st day of each month. You can get a scoop for $1.31 (or $1.70 with tax). That’s a bargain y’all. A cone usually costs more than a half gallon. We pay more for the novelty I guess. I will likely spend more than $1.31 in gas than the money I save but I am eating Stranger Things ice cream sometime today folks. You’re welcome for my PSA. lol
Back to our regularly scheduled program … couch.
Think, think. and think.
At work we use the term “couch session” often. Daily in fact. By talking things out, we keep each other from jumping off the ledge or the “curb” since we are really just joshing about jumping from anything at all. While we are fortunate souls who have the world at our feet, there are times we need to vent or laugh to keep from crying in our private sessions with Vegas rules. I am fortunate to have several “best friends at work” and only former Gallup poll participants will know to what I am referring.
And maybe with my rambling stream you’ve no idea what I mean. A couch session needs no air quotes. Thanks to Freud and his ilk, patients would recline on a couch to be hypnotized and speak their darkest secrets to their shrinks aka head doctor not to be confused with witch doctor, OOH EEH OOH AH AAH ting tang walla walla bing bang.
Where the hell am I?
Oh ya, couch sessions with a psychiatrist … Lucy from the Peanuts put her shingle up and for 5 cents, the doctor is real in! As in hip, as in cool. But I think Lucy needed help herself. She was awfully mean when she moved the football away at the last minute. Every.Single.Time. Poor Charlie Brown. He should’ve got up and punched her … notarized my ass.
And with that my stream is out of steam. Time for a nap. At 5:30 am CST no less. Yep, insomnia got me @ 4ish and I said to my self … self get up.
Besides the fact that August us almost over … and that might not be hell since cooler weather would be a respite.
I’ve written many times about my frugality caused in part by my depression era parents. Waste not want not being one of the most valuable life lessons they imparted on me. I will wear my shoes until they fall apart … literally as in this photographic evidence.
You’ll have to trust that is me because I cropped out my face – my glasses were askew. When I first aired this picture, folks assumed I was inebriated. I wasn’t but I can see how they’d think that. After all, I was at the Pearl for girls night out which is why crop is my new best friend.
I loved those shoes and talk about getting your money’s worth. Target special $9.99 and at least six or seven years use. You’ll have to imagine my surprise when during my recent shoe shopping experience, I came across Rothy’s by recommendation of a friend.
Wait! What fresh hell is this? You can purchase Rothy’s in-store only if you live in San Francisco. Their only retail location is located on Fillmore Street. For the rest of us, Rothy’s are only available for purchase online at Rothys.com. Plus they’re freaking expensive to boot (pun intended but I don’t think they make boots, only flats, loafers, or sneakers). Shoes made from old water bottle destined for the landfill prior to being swept into shoe factory stardom.
Ah, now I get it! Good for the Earth = expensive. And now with the thought of being a do-gooder, I am hooked. Starting for the low, low price of $125. Why do I think there’s a bridge someone wants to sell me?
Thank you jury duty for a forced day off. Though I should’ve known that I could’ve brought my laptop and worked. Who knew? Times have changed in the last three years. They’ve got two rooms set up just for those of us connected to work types. Too bad I left my laptop at home. Last minute decision caused by knowing I’d have to hoof it a long way from parking to courthouse. Love me some never ending construction.
For the record, jury duty isn’t Bull. Bull is a favorite show of ours. Dr. Jason Bull aka the hottie hot stuff Michael Weatherly formerly of NCIS fame … he is the vol dire aficionado. Reads people like a book. B likes the show since he always guesses the plot twist. Me I just ❤️ spending time with my honey. Awww 🥰
Same bat station, same bat channel – coming to you live from Jack FM once again. Only difference is I am not at the office, I am at jury duty. I parked and walked in to bedlam. Maybe organized chaos is more apropos. Have book, will travel. Not have gun, will travel. Guns are not allowed up in here. Time to read the day away. They never pick me. Work for an insurance company? Yes. Strike only and you’re out of here.
Get to the music Jilly Beans. Okay!!! You don’t have to tell me twice. Tell me many times!! Over and over and over again …
First up a duet of delightful followed by my motto. Love both of these songs. Definitely time to sing along with the voice the good lord gave me!!
I might have a new category here … or not. I’ve got more options than I can shake a stick at … if I was in a stick shaking mood that is … which I am not … not what? In a stick shaking mood.
I’ve got to get some thoughts outta my head. For better or for worse, I will spew what’s on my mind in the hopes of getting out of this head space. Which isn’t terrible btw. Only bothersome and a bit noisy. Random thoughts pinging around making me delay all the stuff I must get done.
Except, … I have already completed my laundry for the week. I ❤ doing laundry. Folks complain that washing clothes is never ending chore but to me, laundry ends and starts again. Never ending has no end. Laundry does albeit temporary. Nothing better than folding and putting everything away. Aahhh now that’s the stuff.
I think I showed you guys the other “stuff” I brought home from work on Friday 8/23/19.
I’ve got to clean that out. Toss what I will never use and organize what I plan to keep. The grocery bag has already been emptied with things put away. But I am delaying the inevitable with respect to the suitcase. I’m an adult now which means if I don’t want to, I don’t have it or at least a saw a meme which said same.
Thing is I really, really want to get my hands on that “stuff” but telling on myself … I downsized more than once in the last few years of job changes and I have totes similar to that suitcase in a closet. My plan is all or none people. I will either unleash the hounds to unpack and organize multiple storage bins or I’ll roll this purple beauty into the closet and be done!
Except I need that purple beauty for my daily life as a nomad. I could get a bigger better wheelie bag for daily use though that seems mighty wasteful. Or I could take my purple wheelie bag and dump everything on the floor, pack a change of clothes and assorted toiletries then take off for parts unknown. Yep, I should do that!
Glorious! I know I throw around adjectives with the best of them. Glorious is my current mood and state of mind. The little things make all the difference. I’ve noticed though that little like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For me, attending today’s Annual Members’ Meeting AMM and having a mini-reunion along with meeting new friends was a real treat.
You’ve come a long way baby could not be more true in my case. Me who used to hide behind my mother’s skirts anytime we were out in public. I arrived 30 minutes early and though there was a table with a space or two of people I knew, I opted to join the vets at a table of strangers. They promptly welcomed me heartily into the fold. Kinda cool, an automatic tribe. Or what would’ve been my people had my life not taken a departure from my original after graduation intentions.
I’m not sad about the change of plans either because I fully believe that “everything happens for a reason”. I made new friends who share my love of books. I sat at the cool kids table until time came for us to mingle.
The meeting itself was short and sweet but still pomp and circumstance. Robert’s Rules of Order. That part was a treat too. Reminded me of clubs in high school where were first learned the mechanics.
The final profile brought tears to my eyes. The person honored was a WWII veteran, first to receive battlefield commission on D-Day. Can you even imagine? He said service was an automatic, “we just did … everyone who was able”. He was proud to have brought most of his men home. When called a hero and thanked for his service, he simply said “The credit goes to my men. I was a perfectionist who never achieved perfection. I just wanted to be a damn good soldier”
And with that, I’m not crying again. You’re crying again. They were the Greatest Generation for a reason!!