B and I decided not to watch last night’s debate. We settled in and turned on Chopped. Then Pony walked through saying “He’s lying already; says he made insulin cheaper than water”. My curiosity was piqued and I opted to go watch the debate with him. What a train wreck, unable to look away. Now I’m out of sorts. Due to what I heard first hand. I have never been afraid before now. But I am … just can’t shake this feeling of dread.
As always, more to come.
P.S. added this afternoon, I watched the You Tube clip. Maybe Pony got it wrong? Nope, the exact words were “I’m getting it for so cheap it’s like water”. Nothing future tense about it. Now I turn my blog back into a safe haven. Silly memes, music, books. No politics just my own neurosis 🙂 😦
The quote below comes from my dearest friend in response to me expressing my guilt over ending a mentorship.
“Jill, Jill, Jill, you are not the savior of the world … and if you are, I’m gonna need you to transfer that power to me :)”
Those words not only made me laugh; I felt better. She’s right!! I am the furthest/farthest (inside jokiest) thing from a savior. While I very much want to be there, to show some basic human kindness, the relationship is very one-sided. I was contending with the most millennial all about “me”. And don’t we all have enough to contend with these days? If giving up means saving myself, I’ll be selfish for once. I only hope that I do not regret my decision later.
Well that was temporary. I’m back to feeling guilty. But enough! Onward and upward. All I can do is move on.
Thanks Melanie for hosting this wonderful forum. Follow this link to see all of the participants’ responses. Let’s get this party started 🙂
Where do you feel most at home? Please be more specific than “at home, doh” please. It could be a room in your home, a person, a location… In my bedroom, sans all the technology that occupies the space outside those four walls. Which is like a cocoon and respite from the real world. Especially during the winter. With flannel pjs, fluffy socks, and a good book. There was a time in my life where for too long, I “took to my bed”. I powered through the work week collapsing into the weekend. I don’t do that anymore thank goodness. When I look back, I don’t even recognize that person.
Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Ride a bike. I have ridden a horse once or twice and doing so made me anxious. I hate driving a car. Too many years of traffic and long commutes ruined driving for me. The only good thing about driving is the music from the car radio.
What song would you sing on “Karoke Night” (if you were forced to do so)? That’s a tough one. I have too many favorites. I’d pick from the list of available songs like throwing a dart at the board. Whatever I get, I get. Hold your ears!
University or life experience, which do you feel best prepares you for life? Why life of course. Theory (university) and practice (life). One could argue that university is life though. Hmmm, how about all experience best prepares you for life?
IT’S AN ATTITUDE – GRATITUDE! (Participation Always Optional Of Course)
What are you grateful for? The beautiful park like setting on which we reside. B was on the tractor all weekend. He left the red lilies in the field, shredding around them then carefully weed-whacking in between them. We’ve made plans to plant wild flowers. October to February is prime planting season or so we hear.
The prompts are brother/sibling/sister. I picked “Stressed Out” by Twenty-One Pilots. Writer: Joseph R Tyler. Why? Just because. haha. Hope you enjoy!
I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words I wish I found some chords in an order that is new I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink But now I’m insecure and I care what people think
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out (oh) Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh) When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
We’re stressed out
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one
It’d be to my brother, ’cause we have the same nose Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the latter
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out (oh) Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh) When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
We used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yeah
We used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yeah
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out (oh) Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh) When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money We used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yeah
Tired and overused but man, where has the time gone? Almost October. Here in San Antone we have an autumnal feel. Maybe we get a fall this year? Maybe I jinxed us?
After losing count of the number of rejections, Lulu finally got a win. She had made an interview video submitting it for consideration about two weeks back. She had not heard anything, assuming in only a matter of time she’d get the dreaded “you suck” email. But they called her Wednesday, asked a few questions, then set up a committee interview for Friday.
After that phone call, she came into my office, said she thought it went well, and that they’d let her know by the middle on next week. Instead, in less than an hour, her phone rang again and she was offered the position. While there are still a few things that need to fall into place to make this real, background check, drug test, you know the drill … thank you sweet baby Jesus! Lulu Belle has her first “real” as opposed to fake job.
Alrighty, now that I have blathered on enough, here is a short sweet roll call for last week:
Time once again for #SoCS. Woo hoo! The lovely Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “container.” Use the word “container” any way you’d like. Or think about a container of some kind and write about it. Enjoy!” To join the fun, here are the rules and ping back.
Hmmm. Think, think, and think. Container??
My first thought is work related. We’re building “containers” to hold important documentation. How boring!
Next!
I think we’ll be buried in trees. The root ball (biodegradable pod) is a fantastic place to contain our ashes. Lulu or Pony mentioned that. As plans for B and me.
Morbid? Maybe? Or humane. I was strangely touched. Recycling Jilly loves the idea. Now for an off the cuff acrostic! Inspired by Peter. Well the acrostic part anyways.
Cremation begins anew
One’s legacy goes on
Nourishing the soil
Tree roots
Angling deeper
Into the earth
Nearer to the core
Eco-friendly
Repose
From the addled wandering mind of one J-Dub McGillicutty. This is stream after all. Wishing you all the best. #free48.
Where is the time going? she asked rhetorically. Time waits for no one. The volume at which life passed her eyes was staggering. To survive, she searched for light in the darkness. The she is me. Inspired by Ruth Bader Ginsburg. May her memory be a blessing.
