Month: February 2020

#SoCS for 2/29/20 ~ “ect”

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Good morning everybody.  Time once again for #SoCS.  Without further ado, let’s get going.  We’re burning daylight as the Duke might say.  Linda writes and I re-write verbatim without changing anything:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ect.” Find a word with the letters “ect” in it, and base your post on that word. (Not to be confused with “et cetera,” which is “etc.”) Enjoy!

Doh!  Homework.  Think, think, and think. ect … not etc … Hmmm?

Well what about CONNECT?

Yes connect has ect in it.

I have work on the brain seeing as I work 50 to 60 hours a week now.  I love my job (seriously Meredith Grey) but the pace is getting to me.  I am taking off the week of Spring Break and the whole place can crumble to the ground without me.  But of course it won’t.

Everyone is replaceable.

The behemoth that is my workplace will keep chug chug chugging along without me.  Choo choo goes the train whistle.  And so far what does this have to do with the price of tea in China?  Or the word connect?  Land the plane Jilly Beans.

Around the meeting rooms, floating work spaces, and water cooler (aka in house Starbucks that I longer partake of because I’m too cheap or they’re too expensive), we say the word connect often.  Specifically let me “connect the dots” which is a nice way of saying, let me be clear you dummy.  Connect the dots is right up there with let’s “pull the thread” which is a fancy way of saying let’s talk a little bit more on the matter and see where this topic goes.  A newer addition to the workplace blather is the ever-loving “let’s not boil the ocean”.  We boil the ocean a lot.   Scope creep extraordinaire.  My all time favorite expression (she said with dripping sarcasm) is anything that has to do with the word “journey”.  Ugh.  If I want to go on a journey, I’d like it to be a vacation.  Or of journey toward self-expression.  Or self-enlightenment.  ohm Monty Python ohm.

As my flow starts to slow I think connect is the first part of the word connection which is a warm word.  The human connection.  We all need one another.  The big small world that we all share pulses with connection.  Ah now that’s the sweet stuff.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this reflective ramble.  The mister and I have no plans for today other than my TPMS light is coming on after servicing my car last week.  Might hop on over to Discount Tires or might throw caution to the wind and drive with the light on.

Wishing you a spectacular Saturday.   If you’d like to play along, follow this link to the land Linda created.   While your there, look for those connections.

As always, more to come.

Friday Reflections 2/28/20

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Glorious day folks. Just sayin. Look at that would ya?

Nevermind. The picture doesn’t do justice to what’s in my head. Man though you should see the views. A beautiful day in the neighborhood.

I’m going way back to 223 Howerton with today’s reflection. Damn I was lucky. Pinch me I must be dreaming. Remembering those who have gone before. Especially my mom and dad. You did good 😊

On to #free48. Living the dream. Truly. As always more to come.

Learning From My Mistakes & All That Jazz

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A spring board off my one linerthat scars are souvenirs you never lose … souvenirs are good right?  Say right puhleese.  Hell not always.  Sometimes when we pick something by which to remember the occasion, we pick poorly.  We learn nothing and things just suck. Hard.  Blows chunks.  Whatever colloquialisms you want to use, you need to use.  But I am going on the assumption scar based souvenirs are mostly good.  We learn from our mistakes.  Takes a lump or two to realize but we go on.  We continuously improve.  Onward through the fog.  As always more to come.

#SLS for 2/23/20 ~ “The Hand That Feeds”

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Good morning folks.  Today Jim prompts us with Ankles/Hands/Feet/Fingers/Toes/Wrists.  I’ve been thinking about a possible song but have up empty from my memory banks.  Therefore I started searching and went with this new to me NIN “The Hand That Feeds”

Writer(s): Trent Reznor
You’re keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Cause you do
What you’re told
But inside your heart it is black and it’s hollow and it’s cold

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade’s
A charade
And behind it all there’s a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on

[8X]
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?

#SoCS for 2/22/20 ~ “animal sounds”

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Good morning fine folks.  Time once again for #SoCS.  Our wonderful host with the most, Linda G Hill writes and I rewrite :

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “animal sounds.” Write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them. Have fun!

Hmm … Animal sounds and how I experience them …

Think, think, and think

This is harder than I thought when I first looked at the prompt because of the “how I experience them piece”.  My first flurry was brain activity was a song I used to sing to my kids.  The cow goes moo, the duck goes quack ….  But then the song lyrics fizzled and no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember the words.  This despite my steel trap memory for all things nonsensical. Oh who am I kidding?  My steel trap brain mis-remembers as much as it recalls.   The Mandela Effect explains this … sort of … which I have written about recently … maybe even last Saturday.  Doh!

I also briefly thought “Animal Farm” by George Orwell or Aldous Huxley?  Orwell … pretty sure he wrote both “Animal Farm” and  “1984” but that’s not going anywhere. Then I thought Beach Boys but that is “Pet Sounds” not animal sounds.  Wait! Animals are pets.  This could work.  “Wouldn’t It be Nice” ….

Mooooooooooooooooving right along.

My doggies’ bark are animal sounds.  They have varying barks depending on what’s happening.  Not all barks are distress either.  But some are.  When a siren goes off, they howl and that is the worst sound ever because I know their poor little ears hurt.  They can hear these sirens from emergency vehicles passing by on the highway some miles from our house way before we even notice.  The howl alerts us to the potential danger which come with the screaming sirens.  They also bark to alert us to visitors.  They can discern known and unknown vehicles.  Which is why when B gets home after I do, he some times startles me coming in the house because they don’t bark at grandpa.

Whew!  I am tired, might go back to bed and catch a few more zzzzzzz’s.  Or wait.  I have an appointment to service my car.  Guess I better get going.

Wishing you all a happy Saturday!!!

As always, more to come.

Friday Reflections 02/21/20

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What a wonderful week and by wonderful I mean I am choosing my own adjective instead of letting negativity ruin things.  I think I may be at it again, stuffing down feelings to be perfect Pollyanna or maybe I just found a way to deal with the insanity.

I have officially become a walker.  I lost count of consecutive weeks goal achievement.  And this week, I took it up a notch.  I started arriving at 6:15 instead of just before 7 which means 45 minutes minimum of walking.  I am sleeping better though I am not at 100% well.  On that front the question of the day is to Keto or not to Keto?  I have done the research but I am still very confused.  There is a right way and a wrong way to do this.  I don’t want to pick wrong.  The literature is overwhelming and often contradictory.  I guess I really just need to try some things out and ultimately do what works for me.  Oh so many questions as I sit and reflect.

But, I ain’t got time for that now.  No wallow.  No analysis/paralysis.  Time to get this party started and by party I mean workday.  Then onward through the fog onto #Free48.

As always, more to come.