Thoughtful Thursday ~ 12/31/20

New Years Eve!!! Yeah buddy. One of my favorite days of the year. And not just this year but for as long as I can remember. To me, New Years Eve is magical.

I may have mentioned this before but my parents were social creatures. Raising kids in the 60s, 70s, and even 80s was sort of fend for yourself. The “go outside to play and don’t come back until the street lights come on” mentality which really meant run the streets like wild filthy animals. Guess we were social creatures too.

Back to my parents. They went out every single weekend to some place or another. They belonged to so many organizations I lost count. Sometimes these events included bringing the kids along but more often than not, these were adult only gatherings. New Years Eve was always a dance at Martinez Hall. BYOB with set ups provided and a swing band like Adolph Hofner or another local band.

Dad would make black eyed peas from scratch no canned stuff like I get today. He’d fill thermos full and take these little paper cups so that each person (if they wanted) got a spoonful at midnight. My mom wasn’t much of a dancer. My dad on the other hand danced with all the ladies never leaving the dance floor.

While the cats were away, we mice played. By mice, I mean me and my brothers. We’d have snacks and what seemed like endless soda. We’d play board games and/or watch News Rockin Eve. We had fireworks! Always! And WITHOUT adult supervision.

I remember some bitterly cold New Years Eves shooting bottle rockets down the hill on Howerton about 1/2 a block. We never hit a car driving down Dollarhide thank goodness. But we sure could have. Except mostly the streets were deserted.

I also remember holding roman candles, arm straight out to my right side while I looked left, eyes closed. One star, two stars, three stars! Boom, boom, boom. All this despite the instructions which clearly say do not hold! Again fortunate that I never blew a finger off. Or worse! We were lucky.

One year, not sure when only that I was not of driving age, our neighbor Mr. Jerrold was three sheets to the wind. He had his own cache of firecrackers too. He called us to come outside to see the show. He had a pile of “black cats” in the middle of his driveway. And an acetylene torch! Which he fired up to light the pile. After all the popin subsided the grass continued to burn. Doh! My brother, Jimbo Pete ran over to help him hook up the hose and put the fire out. Wild and crazy times! His wife was mortified by his behavior and kept apologizing but us kids thought it was the best show ever!!! Yeah buddy.

Damn to be young again. Haha.

Yesterday as I filling out paperwork for nine months no interest on new tires, the clerk wished me a belated happy birthday. He then said something like “my back hurts, don’t ever get old”. I replied “considering the alternative, I’ll keep getting old”. Chronologically only. In my mind, I’m forever that tween who lived life to the fullest with all the zest she could muster. I think I lost her for a bit in 2020 but she’s back. Now to keep it that way.

Wishing you all the best in 2021. May the New Year be peaceful by hook or by crook, in every nook and cranny! Cheers to you and yours!!!

As always, more to come.

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Share Your World ~ 12/29/20

We’re back in the saddle again. Melanie has given us some New Years themed questions. Let’s get this party started.

QUESTIONS

Pick three words to describe this past year.   (please keep them PG. Thanks). Historical, inspirational, and awful.

What were the best books you read this year?   Or the best movie you saw?  I had a dry spell on reading when we first went into lockdown. I could not keep a thought in my head and words jumped off the page. I would read the same sentence or paragraph repeatedly and nothing stuck. Thankfully I could read short snippets like blog posts and work stuff but reading full on cover to cover books was a challenge.

All that said, I managed to read 15 books in 2020. My favorites were a tie – Eternal Road: The final stop by John W Howell and Hullaba Lulu: a Dieselpunk Adventure by Teagan Geneviene. Pick ’em up and take a look. You’ll be glad you did.

In my opinion, the best movie bar none was Hamilton. Disney+ released the recording of the Broadway musical with the original cast. Cue music … How does a bastard, orphan, son of a … I signed up for Disney+ for the sole reason of seeing Hamilton. And now I get to see Soul. Word on the street is Pixar hit a home run. Oscars are expected. Watching that is our New Years Day plan.

Because there was lots of time for looking inward, what is one big personal lesson you learned this past year? “You’re braver than you believe and stronger than you seem”. Christopher Robin to Jilly originally said to Pooh. I can’t imagine how I’d have done with littles in school while trying to work. I know it’s not a contest but speaking for myself, I had it easy.

Do you think Covid has strengthened or weakened societal bonds? Both and/or it depends. Dearly beloved, there are no absolutes in this thing called life (sort of ripping off Prince). People have had to improvise. They rose to the challenge and found new ways to stay connected. Is it perfect or one size fits all? Nope but it is something. And it’s not over yet. Society will find a way to continue to evolve. Doesn’t it always?


GRATITUDE SECTION (Optional of course):

What is a New Year’s Wish You’d Like To Share With the World? My forever wish is that everyone finds peace and contentment but hook or by crook in every nook and cranny. How’s that for combining idioms? Good times I tell ya 🙂

As always, more to come.

Haiku – Bound & Sway ~ 12/28/20

Obligated by

her duty sworn to uphold

left no room to sway

Written for Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poerty Prompt # Challenge 339 Bound and Sway.

I just finished reading “Untamed” by Glennon Doyle and have cheetahs and cages on my mind. I was greatly influenced by her words in my post today. Time to unlock the cages and release our inner wild. I will review the book later in an edition of Book Club which might add more clarity. Or not since my Book Club entries are me just rambling trying ever so subtly to prevent spoilers. Hehe.

I used obligated as a synonym for bound. I left sway in its current form.

#SLS ~ 12/27/20 Part Two

Due to its newness, I was so sure this song was going to be shared that I skipped it. Now that I have gone through all the links that have been posted so far. I see this one didn’t make the cut.

At first I didn’t really care for this song but after all the airplay, I realized that despite the repeating words, the tune was kinda catchy. Without further ado, “Watermelon Sugar” Writer(s): Tyler Sam Johnson, Harry Edward Styles, Thomas Edward Percy Hull, Mitchell Kristopher Rowland.

#SLS ~ 12/27/20

Jim prompts us with Odor/Scent/Smell/Taste. I immediately thought of the Savage Garden song “I Want You” but for the word taste. I could’ve sworn the lyric was a taste of chica-cherry cola. But alas no taste. Just chica-cherry cola. Hmm.

When I read the remainder of the lyrics I found smell which means I get to stick with my first inclination. This song is one I always want to sing along with but it goes too fast to keep up. Doesn’t stop me from trying. How about y’all try too :). If anything there’s the singable chorus.

Writer(s): Hayes Darren Stanley, Jones Daniel

Anytime I need to see your face,
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where
your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola
I don’t need to try and explain;
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again, I might move
so slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
of the human cannonball
That I need to, I want to

Come stand a little bit closer
Breath in and get a bit higher
You’ll never know what hit you
When I get to you

[chorus:]

Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out

I’m the kind of person who endorses
a deep commitment
Getting comfy getting perfect
is what I live for
But a look, then a smell of perfume
It’s like I’m down on the floor
And I don’t know what I’m in for

Conversation has a time and place
In the interaction of a lover and
a mate,
But the time of talking,
using symbols, using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver
who is swimming with a raincoat

Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You’ll never know what hit you
When I get to you

[chorus]

Anytime I need to see your face,
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where
your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

I don’t need to try and explain;
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again, I might move
so slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
of the human cannonball
That I need to, I want to

[chorus]

So can we find out?

Sunday Reflections ~ 12/27/20

Ah we made it to the last Sunday of 2020. Hip, Hip, Hurray!! All the memes out there be harshing on poor ole 2020. Nothing like misdirected irritation/anger huh? As if 2020 (the calendar days) had anything to do with the pandemic.

But we humans find the need the blame. To point fingers. Or maybe not to blame really but find the truth! YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! you few good men & woman. Our species NEEDS to know WHY? For what reason did this travesty have to happen? Just me? Perhaps.

Instead I try to “shake it off” ala Taylor Swift. Curiosity killed Schrodinger’s cat. Do NOT look into that box. Now where was that thought yesterday during stream? I wasn’t thinking about the bad stuff then, when I let loose on #SoCS. And it’s Jilly so surely I jest. As I always do. Not shake it off but laugh it off or try my damned best stop thinking!!!!! How’s all this for waxing philosophical?

I’ve got so many pent up stories inside me from just this week alone. I’m holding back for my sake though. I need to give myself time.

For what?

Well to compose myself so that I can write with a logical flow. Right now my thoughts are all AAAHAHAHHAHAAAHHHHHHHHH! *(!&#(UDIUAD *^D&^AYD(.

See? Nonsense.

Instead I am reading self help and slipping deeper into it whatever the eff it is?!?!? Which is exactly what my former therapist told me not to do. Well she didn’t tell me what to do, she asked some questions which lead me to the conclusion that I don’t need to research every fool thing and if reading non-fiction flips my lid well then don’t read non-fiction. When I do that I become overwhelmed with a feeling that someone else cracked the code and if I just do what they did I too will be saved. Hogwash!

What’s good for the goose is only good for the goose. This gander aka Jilly needs to come up with her own plan. In the same way Lulu needs to develop her own plan too. And Pony for that matter and even B. Life’s messy, clean it up.

Whew! That felt fantastic. And now to the real reason we are here today, last week’s roll call.

#SLS ~ 12/20/20

Haiku – 12/21/20 ~ Open and Solace

Share Your World ~ 12/22/20

I had to …

#1linerWeds. 12/23/20

Thoughtful Thursday ~ 12/24/20

#WATWB ~ 12/25/20

#SoCS ~ 12/26/20

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 12/26/20

Howdy y’all. Time once again for #SoCS. Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “box.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!” To play along, here are the Rules and Ping Back .

Box 📦. Hmm 🧐. Think, think, and think 💭. Well let’s see. We recycle ♻️ all our boxes 📦📦. We’ve got so much recycling ♻️ these days that we pay 💰 for a second bin. But what more could I say about that? Nothing.

Moving along. Box 📦, fox 🦊, Sox as in Red or White. A former mentor of mine hails from Boston. For one of his milestone birthdays 🥳 we all wore red shirts and Red Sox name tags. Even though he already knew our names. That was fun 🤩. The good 😌 ole days when we worked in the office. But I’m not turning this into a lamenting over covid stream. Sox begone. The prompt is box 📦 anyway.

🧊 📦 the symbols for icebox a term we used despite never having one. I only remember having a refrigerator. Though both parents grew up with iceboxes. They still sold block ice when I was a kid though. Various uses outside keeping your food cool.

To think at one point in our history working for an ice 🧊 company was a sustainable way to make a living. Maybe it still is? But more efficient and less labor. No trucks 🛻 driving around to deliver ice. Weird to remember jobs of the past now obsolete or repurposed. Groovy man. Back to task.

Box 📦. Any way I want. Which I guess I’ve accomplished. Kinda, sorta, maybe 🤔. I’m not really done ✔️ though. I’m such a chatterBOX today. Yackity-yack don’t talk back. Woolly Bully. Oh who am I kidding? I’m a chatterbox everyday. All day. Blah, blah, blah 😑. Hehe 🙃

And to think 💭 I almost wrote about hot 🥵 box 📦 but I don’t now and never have partook in that practice. Me and maryjane are strangers. Unless you mean hot 🥵 box 📦 as the softball 🥎 baseball ⚾️ term. And in those situations I was usually if not always tagged 🏷 out.

And that’s all she wrote. All outta stream. Hope your day is pleasant. What the world 🌎 needs now is a little more of that.

As always more to come.

#WATWB ~ 12/25/20

It’s the last Friday of the month which just so happens to fall of Christmas Day this year. I wasn’t sure if the blogfest would be held despite the holiday. I decided even if unofficial, I’d share something positive today. Title: Man pays it forward at Dunkin’ in honor of late wife, who would have spent $208 since she died.

https://www.wlwt.com/article/man-pays-it-forward-at-dunkin-in-honor-of-late-wife-who-would-have-spent-dollar208-since-she-died/34922175

I always get misty with these pay-it-forward stories. The world is still full of good people. Sometimes the little things like a free cup of coffee make all the difference. This is but one example among many.

#WATWB is a blog hop on the last Friday of every month. Here are the intention and rules. In darkness, be light!

Thoughtful Thursday ~ 12/24/20

Our Christmas Eve will be spent socially distanced at the in-laws. We are walking over, down the lane that connects our two properties. Only six people. That number was almost going to be five as I threatened a boycott. Not for any other reason than my anxiety. I’m sure the Rona is going to get me.

Their house has an open floor plan. We’re sitting more than six feet apart. I’ll keep my mask on since one can never be too careful.

I’d say this gathering isn’t worth the extra precaution. That perhaps we should just skip. But we’re going for it since tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Which is sort of a conundrum in the context of COVID. People going for it without a care in the world kinda contributes to the problem. But we will follow all the rules and then add some of our own.

I already have my seat picked out. Back to the wall. In a corner by the backdoor. Hand sanitizer ever at the ready :).

Wishing folks a blessed day.