AMM August 24, 2019

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!!

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 8/24/19 ~ Preposition

Before the start of #SoCS, I’d like to wish you fine folks a good morning.  We truly must KEEP meeting this way.  You know as opposed to we have to stop meeting this way.

The lovely Linda provides us with a 5th anniversary prompt-posal as in a play on proposal not be confused with prom-posal which is such a ridiculous thing.  But I digress.  And I am old-ish.  And apparently prom-posals are a cute custom but whatevs.  And I purposefully spelled whatever as whatevs better than what-Eva.

Moving along, Linda writes and I repeat:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “preposition” Start your post with any preposition. Bonus points if you end with one too. Enjoy!

Sheesh AND she-she-mama.  Homework!  What the heck is a preposition? Not to be confused with proposition which … reminds me of making an offer you can’t refuse …. said in my best ever Marlon Brando voice over voice.  Don Vito Corleone got nothing on me.
Take two – let’s Merriam Webster this bad boy.


  1. a word governing, and usually preceding, a noun or pronoun and expressing a relation to another word or element in the clause, as in “the man on the platform,” “she arrived after dinner,” “what did you do it for ?”.

Ah ha!  Well I started with before the start of #SoCS … but somehow that doesn’t really feel prepositional.  Yet we’re going with that sentiment.

Speaking of sentiment.  Ugh! I’m a mixed bag of emotions today.  I have some news that was to be kept quiet but now the jig is up, the cat is outta the bag, and /or the canary is singing … Tra-la-la-boom-de-A. Tra-la-la-boom-de-A.

Means I can speak freely.  After almost four glorious years, the Riverwalk crew must relocate to the mothership or parts unknown.  That’s right, we’ve been kicked to the curb. They’re breaking up the band.  Our time in downtown SA is coming to an end.

Very true that you never know what you’ve got til it’s gone.  Regrets, I have a few … This small 16″ tote and single grocery bag fits 35 years worth of “stuff”.

I’m going where the streets have no name …

To be fair, I downsized the last three or four jobs.  Now I’m joining the ranks of the floaters where there are 1.2 people for each desk.  Grab em while they’re hot … before they are gone.  I’m ready to enter the thunder dome.

Hope y’all know I’m kidding.  Not about moving from nirvana to the zoo.  That part is true.  The kidding part is about being upset.  I’m not.  Life’s too short.

If you’d like to join this band of fantastic prompt respondents or read their works extraordinaire, here are the rules and ping back.  And on that note, I am off to a volunteer event that makes me super happy! A bucket list item.  I will probably post more after.