Sunday Reflections ~ 10/18/20

Last week was a killer. Work kicked my a$$. Three of five nights I was online until 8 pm. At least I got done what needed to be done. Tomorrow begins the work week anew and I am even taking a day off. My Q3 20 deliverable is put to bed. Like the newspaper. Is that a thing? Oh well, thank goodness this is only a once a quarter exercise.

I am NERVOUS by proxy as Lulu’s big day is manana. After all that craziness of not being positively identified, everything fell into place. All that had to do with was her lack of credit. Who knew that borrowing money is what makes one a person?!?!? Butterflies are flying. AHHHHHH. This is so NOT about me. Get a grip Jilly. Grip gotten. LOL.

Short roll call and away I’ll go …

#SLS for 10/11/20

Haiku – Drip & Drop ~ 10/12/20

Share Your World ~ 10/13/20

1linerWeds. 10/14/20

Story Time ~ 10/15/20

Friday Book Club ~ 10/16/20

#SoCS for 10/17/20

Now that’s a wrap! Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections ~ 10/11/20

Quick roll call, then off to curbside grocery pickup. Why on a Sunday you ask? Well because every day is Sunday. Or could be. In the blur that is Rona daze, that is …

#SLS for 10/4/20

Haiku – Scorch & Shade 10/5/20

Share Your World ~ 10/6/20

#1linerWeds. 10/7/20

Mish Mash 10/8/20

Friday Reflections ~ 10/9/20

#SoCS for 10/10/20

Now that’s a wrap! Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

 

Friday Reflections ~ 10/9/20

I had hoped to write a book review today but I’m still reading. Savoring each morsel aka word. Rather that rush to finish, I’m waiting until next week.

So, what’s a girl who obsessively posts every day to do? Should she skip? Heavens no! The release is necessary.

As I write this, sitting in the dark, I reflect on my blessings. Despite the busyness of the daze, I made a point to attend the 25+ years service anniversary celebration. The event started with music – U2’s Beautiful Day. Then right into several videos from yesteryear showcasing our storied history. I cried y’all. Very proud to be part of something bigger than myself. Without covid, we’d have been together. 2200 or so strong. 6% of the company’s workforce.

Together Apart is not an oxymoron. All that history accumulated in a single experience. The energy was palpable. As if we could move mountains. Gave me hope and restored my faith. Indeed a Beautiful Day

Cheers for a fantastic Friday. Wishing the best to you and yours. If you’re reading this now, I hope you can feel the love. May every day be beautiful.

As always more to come.

Sunday Reflections ~ 10/4/20

Time for another roll call. This week was a beast. But that was then and this is now. I’m not going to mire myself in muck. Onward through the fog. Thanks Norman “Doug” Brown! Look at me like I even know anything about Oat Willie’s, in Austin Texas, on West 29th and Guadalupe. Because I don’t. Not first hand anyways. That was my broham and his tribe. Still very fitting for Corona daze. “What kind of fog is anyone’s guess”. Now to the list …

#SLS for 9/27/20

Haiku – Calm & Storm 9/28/20

Share Your World ~ 9/28/20

Human Kindness ~ 9/29/20

#1linerWeds. 9/30/20

Story Time ~ 10/1/20

Friday Book Club ~ 10/2/20

#SoCS for 10/3/20

I left off my “Out of Sorts” post.  First time ever that I deleted a comment.  My blog, my prerogative.   Instead I’m adding a much better steampunk party themed highlight to the week.  Puttin on the Ritz – SOCS by Dan over at No Facilities.  Check this out too folks.  Hullaba Lulu: a Dieselpunk Adventure.  Get your copy now!  

Amazon Universal Links

Kindle:  relinks.me/B08JKP1RS4

Paperback:  relinks.me/B08JDYXPZM

Now that’s a wrap! Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Human Kindness ~ 9/29/20

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.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections ~ 9/27/20

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:

#SLS for 9/20/20

Haiku – Fury & Slow ~ 9/21/20

Share Your World ~ 9/22/20

1linerWeds. 9/23/20

Story Time ~ 9/24/20

#WATWB for 9/25/20

Lame Attempt At Poetry 9/25/20

#SoCS for 9/26/20

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

As always, more to come.

On This Day ~ 9/15/20

Where were you in ’62? This is not American Graffiti. 🙂 Let’s move along.

I mean where were you in ’83? Me? I was applying for my first “real” as opposed to “fake” job. See this post from 2016.

Thank goodness for nosy neighbors

Did you take the ‘click bait?  HaHa!  That post describes my experience better than I could as I tried to re-write my story for this post.  Similar to what Lulu is going through except she has a college degree and does not have a part-time job at the mall.  Thanks to Rona, everyone wants those part time jobs at the mall.  Otherwise she’d grab one!

Moving on, where were you in ’84?

On this day 36 years go, B and I tied the knot. Yep we got hitched despite all the naysayers who said it wouldn’t last. And Rona has us staying indoors instead of going out to a fancy dinner. Too much work to dine-in these days. Take out is the new normal. But today we will cook at home. Yummy grilled steaks, asparagus, salad, and french bread.

Sunday Reflections ~ 9/13/20

Here we are again on Mister Toad’s wild ride through the Ground Hog Daze that are our world in Covid-landia. I’m singing the Rona blues and trying not to spiral. Without further ado, here is what was on tap last week.

#SLS for 9/6/20

Haiku – Cup & Sip

Share Your World ~ 9/8/20

#1linerWeds. 9/9/20

Story Time ~ 9/10/20

Reflections ~ 9/11/20

#SoCS for 9/12/20

A short little roll call as it were without all the bells and whistles.  

Wishing everyone a restful Sunday since for many the grind begins again tomorrow.

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

As always more to come.

Reflections ~ 9/11/20

My feature image displays the chain of events in Eastern Standard Time for 9/11/01. A picture is worth 1000 words. #WeWillNeverForget.

Now I’ll interlude and link to the past. My 2017 and 2018 blog posts.

9/11/2001 to 09/11/2017

On This Day

In 2020, I choose to be happy.  I fondly remember my step dad, the only daddy I ever knew.  Today would’ve been his 104th birthday.  He was the best role model a girl could ask for and I miss him immensely.  In his honor, I share his favorite poem.

Don’t Quit
by John Greenleaf Whittier 

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

This poem is in the public domain.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections ~ 9/6/20

Pacing Myself by J-Dub

When I first started here on Word Press I was a prolific purveyor of bull crap. I had illusions of grandeur that somehow I’d become a writer. Not a published author as I realized early on I am suited for stream of consciousness in short bursts. Any story line I attempt to author would be a cluster. I learned that being a voracious reader does not equate to knowing how to put together a story. Instead, reading lets me know what I like where I can sit in judgment as I think writing is easy … hell even I could do that.

LOL. ‘Tis true. But I’d be wrong. Writing is hard y’all.

Maybe I still am a prolific purveyor of bull crap aka PPOBC considering how I kicked off this post. In the beginning, there was light!

Cough. cough <ahem>

Stay on track Jilly.

In the beginning, I wrote often to “release the hounds”. To scribble out those thoughts in a flurry is an emotional release that helped me deal. Writing has and will always be therapeutic to me. Can I get an alleluia? Or at least an amen! Nope? Well moving on then.

Times are still tough. Worse even than on that terribly hot July 2016 day where I started back again in earnest. Ernest Goes to Camp! Ugh. Stop wandering mind; stay put!

These days I want people to think well of me which is why I am keeping things light instead of making things heavy. Laughter has saved my bacon a time or two. Being silly Jilly is a coping mechanism. Finally a healthy way to deal that does not involve eating my feelings. I may stumble into the shadows a bit time and again but I’ll be right back out. Progress over perfection or some such nonsense from the Koolaid fountain at virtual work. Zen, deep breath in. I have a pattern and set rhythm that comforts me.

Sunday – Song Lyric Sunday and Reflection on the week prior

Monday – Haiku

Tuesday – Share Your World

Wednesday – #1linerWeds.

Thursday – Miscellaneous/Story Time

Friday – Ramblings/Book Club

Saturday – Stream of Consciousness #SoCS

Only one post a day … maybe two tops. I’d like to think pacing myself has helped me improve my writing skills. Practice makes perfect and all that jazz. Anywho, that is all … for now. But and it’s a BIG fat ass …

As always, more to come.

P.S. Things I hate about block editor. Adding links in any other space besides “classic block” which shows up as unsupported and not editable on my phone or iPad. You’ve got to be a freaking programmer to insert a link. What language? Are you freaking kidding me? Java my butt. I can copy paste a url but I want to add the text for the link, not just show the ugly url. <p> blah blah kiss my ass <p> that’s wrong … yeah buddy I know it … ain’t nobody got time for this sh*t!!