SoCS- Anyway- Merry Christmas

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start your post or one paragraph with the word ‘anyway.’” Bonus points if you start your post with “anyway” and regular points if you use it in a paragraph somewhere else in your post. Enjoy!

Anyway, the first thing that popped into my head with this prompt was Rosanne Rosannadanna from the old Saturday Night Live. Her rants ending in “never mind” were hilarious. Truly a golden era of late-night TV.

Anyway, laughing is so much fun! Making others laugh is a beautiful feeling. It’s something I try to do. At small gatherings I don’t even realize I’m trying to do that but it’s like a switch goes off. If you listen to conversations with a comical attitude there’s a treasure trove of material. Patterns evolve and word play takes on a personal flavor. I’m asked, “Are you ever serious?” and realize that, in public, I rarely am serious. Fun is my game.

Anyway, talking about myself is easy but it makes me feel uncomfortable. We all know ourselves best but “who we are” really doesn’t have much to do with “who we think we are”. Have you noticed how we act differently around different people? I don’t think that’s usually an attempt at being phony. I think that comes from having a feeling about what those people expect. We are after all ‘complex animals’. There are layers of things that interest each of us and those who are better at recognizing what their ‘audience’ expects try to live up (or down) to it.

Anyway, the people that I feel most comfortable around are those who don’t seem to have any expectations. You might say that you haven’t become a typecast to them, as far as you know. Those people are few.

Anyway, Christmas is coming too quickly as usual. Isn’t anticipation the BEST feeling? I think so.

Anyway, I’m frequently thinking about how much I enjoy blogging. Creating something that’s all yours is exhilarating. But the people here are a large part of the experience. I’m hoping that each of you have a healthy, and creative New Year.

Anyway, I got through this post not making a political point. Consider that your Christmas miracle. LOL
Merry Christmas to you all!

Blogging Insights NF 48- Hopes and Dreams

A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.” — Richard Bach
We’re asked to respond to the quote above.

Of course, I hope to learn how to better express myself by observing the wealth of talent in the blogosphere, but my only competition is with myself, and my staunchest critic is also me.
Bach’s quote compares two things which seem to relate to fame and fortune, or perhaps, it refers to aspiring to become notable and widely read. Those noble pursuits don’t speak for me.

My blog is a journal of my thoughts, opinions, and musings. I’m pleased when other bloggers offer their perspectives on, and connections to, my words yet my purpose is to capture a unique journal of me, and my hope is that my granddaughters one day find it interesting or (dare to dream) inspiring.
I secretly believe that all the clever bloggers who attach insightful and humorous comments, may be the BEST part of their discovery.

FYI- I wouldn’t turn down an ‘out of the blue’ lucrative publishing offer. I’m humble and content, not stupid. 😉

Blogging Insights #47- Ideal Conditions

We’ve been asked how we relate to the above quote.
I made a 44-year career out of caring for children in my home and, even now, my granddaughters frequently spend time here.
Most of my adult life has therefore not been interruption-free.
For a while, in my earliest blogging days, I got out of bed an hour and a half before the ‘gang’ arrived and wrote speedy pieces. Actually, that time limit fueled my interest in flash fiction which I accidentally found I had an aptitude for!
Since my husband retired, there’s no actual me-time or space. Yet, I’ve always been a spontaneous sort and my inclination to surround myself with children is proof of that.
I now pull out my laptop to my kitchen table randomly and race to run errands mid-post frequently. All the while, my mind mulls over the original inspiration and, quite often, inspires excellent new insights!
Zigging and zagging all day comes naturally to me. LOL
I set no schedule nor limits for myself making my writing endeavors a treat not any sort of chore.
My goal of one day writing a book will be subject to life’s plan. If I were to stress over it, then all the other things that I do would suffer. I am more than a writer.
With this attitude I’ll probably never be a Stephen King, but I’m happy, useful, and thankful for all of my opportunities. The rest of my life will write itself, I guess. 😉

Sunday Poser #73- Easy Does It

Sadje has invited us to respond to her Sunday Poser Question.

I don’t know if I got used to not keeping a schedule before I did childcare for the better part of my life, or childcare inspired me not to keep a strict routine.
When I recall how ‘last minute’ I was with school assignments, I’m inclined to think it’s the former. It may seem odd to care for kids and NOT have a routine. I’m sure some people do. But kids live life ‘in the moment’. Appreciating that myself, is probably why I was drawn to kids (and all kinds of animals). What I’m doing at any given moment is the most interesting thing.
I joined a bowling team once… having to be there at a specific time was just too much for me! That experiment lasted two weeks. LOL
I can’t imagine watching a backhoe digging in the driveway and breaking away from that interesting experience according to the demands of a clock. Deadlines, schedules, and routines ruin my life experiences more often than enhance them. I’m oddly very punctual at scheduled events. (I just want to get them over with, as soon as, possible.)
When my husband and I are at our camp, guess when we eat meals? When we feel hungry, of course. Because we’re happily busy there, it’s most often, only once a day and likely not together. We’ll enjoy a few adult beverages at day’s end together though. Day’s end isn’t even a specific time. 😉
I take blogging the same way. Some days it’s one fun ‘write’ after another, and other days, something else captures my attention. (I don’t have ADD or Autism. I’ve checked. lol)
I can leave blogging alone for extended periods, like weeks or even months. Actually, rediscovering it after a long absence, is its own kind of fun.
I hope this post serves my blogging friends as a warning. If I don’t respond to a comment, I’m not ignoring you. I haven’t seen it yet. 😀

Weekly Smile 5/10/21 – Blogging Delight


My most humbling smile this week came from a fellow blogger choosing to showcase my story.
I’m not going to add the link or pat myself on the back. It just ‘tickled me pink’.
My blog has been a relaxing enterprise mostly grounded in leaving my thoughts and creativity for my granddaughters to discover one day. I consider it a journal/time capsule.
But having another writer find worth in it was heart warming!
Doing writing prompts has been great fun. I love a challenge because I’m one of those people who can become bored easily by repetition. I’ve also learned that not every prompt ‘speaks to me’ and moving on is better than laboring over them. It’s not a contest in my mind.
Some of the posts from other writers are extraordinary! Their complexity and word crafting certainly exemplify an array of real talent. I’m not ashamed to admit, either, that some of the poetry I sincerely don’t even understand. I’ve learned that there are so many styles just as in visual art. Observing that buffet has revealed my own ‘style’ to me. I didn’t realize I had one. lol
All in all, I’ve found getting back to creative blogging something to smile about!

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SoCS February 6, 2021~Flag~

It was a huge “red flag”!
Jen had just overheard her 13 year old son say. ” I shouldn’t say because I have “white privilege.”.
He was responding to a teacher in one of his remote online classes. She hadn’t ever discussed that concept with him so she immediately wondered where that insane comment came from?
Jen worked her way over to his desk and listened to the lesson. It was an online gym class. Yes, there is such a thing.
The instructor held two photos: one of a poor black inner city kid and one of a well -dressed white male with a suburban background. His next question to the Zoom class was now audible. “Now, are you sure that you understand “institutional racism”?”.
Jen felt her face flush with anger. Her son, with a look of horror, tried to bat her hand away from the unmute button.
“Excuse me? What are you filling my son’s head with and WHAT does that have to do with gym class?!”
The stunned instructor didn’t answer at first. After an awkward pause, he replied, ” It’s what I have been instructed to do. No offense. We think this is important.”
“WE?! Who is this “we”?
“The state education board ma’am. They create the curriculum.”
The next day, Jen took her son to the local gym. There, he had an actual gym class. Followed by a history, math, and writing exercise approved by the supreme filter of a social, moral, and truthful education… a homeschooling parent.
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