Linda prompts us with city. The idea for her story comes from Carol Ann and Dan. And it’s a really good story. Take a look here to see for yourself.
My first thought was a song lyric “in the city”. However just like last week, my mind goes blank. I can’t remember what the words come after “in the city”.
Continuing on with the song theme, I am reminded of the group Owl City. This song “Fireflies” makes me cry. Not because the song is sad but because of the connotations it brings up. I associate this song with a certain period in Lulu’s life. Man I want a do over something fierce right now. Instead I’ll just listen and blubber. I’m sure I’ll feel much better afterwards. No regrets. Onward through the fog.
Here we go now!! Time for sharing our world. Melanie sure gave us some good ones today.
Why do we dream? Some sort of coping mechanism is my guess. But it’s just a guess. Also sounds like science to me so I’ll pass on further commentary.
Do you think a person’s name influences the person they become? I am reminded of Jim Hogg, the 20th governor of Texas, who named his daughter Ima. Seriously! I’m a Hogg. What were her parents thinking?!? Story goes that she down played her name as much as possible. But she was a wonderful philanthropist who did much good for Texas. While I think a name is important, how much it influences who we become is still up for debate.
Does hardship make a person stronger? (example: What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger) Not always. Sometimes hardship breaks a person. Like my Aunt Velma who never really recovered after losing her son in a car accident when he was only 16. I am fortunate to be in the “makes you stronger camp” and have quite a few examples of becoming stronger after something bad happened. Part of that is having B by my side. Together we can get through anything.
Why do we judge ourselves by our intentions, but judge others by their actions? Hmm. I judge myself by all of it. Hole in the ozone? My fault for using Aquanet in the 70s. I didn’t mean to destroy our air quality but dang I wanted those Farrah Fawcett wings. All kidding aside, maybe we judge others by their actions because we cannot read another person’s mind to know his or her intentions. We have to guess at that part. All we have to go by are actions. And I have to ask does the intention really matter?
GRATITUDE SECTION(Always Optional)
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Today I am grateful for my hot tea. I am siping it slowly this morning as dawn becomes a new day.
Time for #JusJoJan. Today the prompt is “wish”. To join in or see the other entries, here are the rules and ping back .
If wisheswere horsesbeggars would ride. Or so “they” whoever they are say. But what’s that even mean?
It means wishing isn’t enough. Wishing without action is like pissing in the wind. Not that I’ve ever pissed in the wind. But you get the drift.
I wish we could get through to make appointments for the Covid 19 vaccine. All four of us “qualify” for the 1B group. All six of us if you include Bs parents.
We began calling the scheduler number at 9 on Saturday. Over 300 calls each on three different phones and never got through. We assumed they were closed on Sunday but not the case. A co-worker got through. She posted her method on FB. She called before 8 when they opened. She kept redialing until they answered around 10 minutes after. She happily waited on hold 40 minutes to be scheduled.
Lulu and I were inspired and tried that method this morning. We were encouraged after getting a message of “we’re closed, call back during operating hours”. This was a step up from the redialing busy signal we experienced on Saturday. We kept trying until 9. No luck. Wishes unfulfilled. Boo hoo for us.
The phone line is open 8 to 8. We’ll pick a random time later today to try again. We’re going to change up our method of calling until eventually we have to get through. That’s not wishing without action. That’s self fulfilling prophecy. Ha! So saith the soothsayers.
My dear friend joked that only one of us should call. She says we’re clogging up the phone lines and canceling each other out along with millions of other San Antonians. Doh! Maybe she’s onto something. Anyway, wish us luck!
Wow that witch is a bitch! I can say that now. Cuz ya know the “History of Swear Words” narrated by Nic Cage on Netflix tells me that bitch is allowed. Once a swear word, now acceptable language? Maybe? I watched the whole series and I cannot remember the specifics of the B word episode. Wait was there a B word episode? Mindless watching at its’ finest. Anywho, check, done and done.
When I think of check, that was the second thing that came to mind, check, done and done. The first thing to come to mind was checkmate! I never learned to play chess. Not smart enough. Or patient enough. I am better tactical not strategic. Chess requires strategy. I think? The game of checkers is more my speed. Get it CHECKers. Ha! I win the bonus points!! Oh wait that was so yesterday. Anyhoo part two … Fin for now.
To join in the fun that is #JusJoJan and to read Linda’s stories and the entries of all the other fine folks, look right HERE for the rules and ping back. And when you’re done, you’re done. CHECK and CHECKMATE!!
Jim gives us DJ (title of song must start with the letter D or J). Since I am feeling nostalgic, I picked “Jackie Blue” by Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Writer/s: LARRY M. LEE, STEVE CASH. Yeah buddy! More at the wiki
Ooh, Jackie Blue Lives her life from inside of her room Hides a smile when she’s wearin’ a frown Ooh, Jackie you’re not so down
You like your life in a free-form style You’ll take an inch but you’d love a mile There never seems to be quite enough Floating around to fill your lovin’ cup
Ooh, Jackie Blue What’s a game girl, if you never lose? Ask a winner and you’ll probably find Ooh, Jackie they’ve lost at sometime
Don’t try to tell me that you’re not aware Of what you’re doing and that you don’t care You say it’s easy, just a natural thing Like playing music, but you never sing
Ooh, Jackie Blue Making wishes that never come true Going places that you’ve never been Ooh, Jackie Blue, you’re going again
Ooh, Jackie Blue Lives a dream that can never come true Making love is like sifting through sand Ooh, Jackie, it slips through your hand
Every day, in your indigo eyes I watch the sunset but I don’t see it rise Moonlight and stars in your strawberry wine You’d take the world but you won’t take the time
Ooh-hoo-hoo, Jackie Blue Lives her life from inside of a room Makes you think that her life is a drag Ooh Jackie, what fun you have had
Well what a week folks!! I had a couple of double duty with daily #JusJoJan in da house. I love what Linda has done this year with the stories. Makes my day to read her nuggets of gold. She is a master at her craft that’s for sure.
So first things first … a backward roll call. Ya see the first thing ending with last thing for bonus points was the #SoCS prompt yesterday. Look HERE for my entry.
First things first can ya dig it? Song lyrics. I’m pretty sure. No time to google it though. Girl has gotta stream. All I remember is “first things first, can ya dig it … whole world something something … can ya dig it?” Or I’m MSU = Making Stuff Up. Yeah buddy.
Linda writes and I rewrite “Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “first thing.” Start your post with the words, “first thing” and go from there. Bonus points if you end your post with the last thing. Have fun!” To join the fun and/or read the creative works of other participants, here are the rules and ping back.
I don’t really have an ear worm because I cannot remember the words. Bummer. I’m fairly certain it is a song I really liked. Any hoo, moving along.
The first thing I do every morning is make my bed. We aren’t talking hospital corners, bounce a coin off the bed but I do make sure the fitted sheet is secure, straighten the top sheet, arrange the pillows and put the comforter over all. Making my bed has become a ritual.
If I “forget” I make the bed as soon as I remember because there is something about turn down that makes going to bed comforting. Crawling in after a crappy day and snuggling under the covers. Who needs a weighted blanket when we’ve had comforters for years? Same premise only maybe not as heavy.
I didn’t always make my bed. Of course growing up, we did. Mom made sure of that. When I moved out and got my own place, I quit. I mean c’mon. Why? What a waste of time I said. For years, I stopped. Until we had a speaker come talk to us at work. US Navy Admiral William H McRaven. Here is a clip, only six short minutes. We had him for an hour!
After that, I started making my bed each morning. I get teary eyed thinking about his talk. Because days like that, days where we all pile into the auditorium to listen to a speaker are gone. Over. And man we had some of the BEST people come talk to us over my almost 37 year tenure. And with technology those talks can still happen but it’s not the same as in person. All of us together. Strong. Palpable. Like one huge heartbeat. ❤
The last thing I ever could have imagined was a pandemic resulting in our office closure with 90+ percent of our employee base working from home. Surreal. But the last thing I want to do is give Rona any more air time. So I will quit while I’m ahead.
Happy Saturday folks! Hope your weekend is wonderful. #free72 because I am off Monday.
Well for today’s jot the prompt is button. Such a coincidence that Linda the mind reader is peeking into my real life. To join in, click on the Rules and Ping Back
Today I received a letter from Buick connected by OnStar. They said because I traded or sold my vehicle, that my account has been canceled. I called to inquire as I am never going to sell or trader this vehicle. I don’t drive much anymore so I’m going to keep this car till my dying day.
I was told to walk out to the car and press the blue Onstar button twice. Which I did. However that did nothing. We did a 40 second recycle and still nothing. The sweet rep told me it was a hardware issue and I should take my car to the nearest GM dealer. Piss on that. Or “screw that noise” channeling my inner John Holton.