So, I have decided that this block, which has sprung up in my mind against writing, is from the dark side. Thus I am going to make myself write something every day by using the daily prompt, and with luck, pull some personally Juicy tidbit of insight from my psyche (snort, snicker, guffaw) or more realistically, to practice, practice, practice, until perhaps someday, in another universe far far away, there won’t be so darn much resistance.

Of course, I never stick with anything for long, I will invariably miss days, or use old prompts, and I am sure a lot of it will be bad, really really bad.

Hum……So it will kind of be like my cooking, yep!

Ps. My grandsons piano lessons and the Star Wars music they are learning might have had some influence 😉 For it is the Imperial March day and night around here.



The sweat glistened on Stacey’s brow as she contemplated taking her next deep breath. For truly, in her current state, serious planning was a necessity. Because, well, with each attempt, came shuddering chills and hacking coughs, thus one must mentally prepare for the pain which accompanied such activity.

Pish Posh……Glitter Glisten

Ps. I am fine. Though I would go to the doctors for some cough medicine if it wasn’t a Federal holiday. I will go tomorrow when my doctors in, because an emergency room full of miserable sick people is not something I want to face today, and besides, I only have started continuously expelling nasty stuff today, yuck yuck yuck! I know right.

I also now slightly comprehend how one could let their lung infection linger until the point of no return, for it is all so gosh darn painful and exhausting.  Also, I am sure all the people I live with would drag me in kicking and screaming if I were foolish enough to not go myself. Still,my wishful side is planing that tomorrow morning I will awaken to complete recovery, so don’t go crushing on my bubble, I kinda need it right now.

❤ Belinda


Pity Party in Progress


The cat really did get hit by a car this time, she’s gone……..waaaaaa

I am so sick, that once every decade kind of sick……..waaaaaa

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah……..waaaaaa

Okay, okay…hum?

I don’t feel better, but I really didn’t expect to…….WAAAAAA!!


No Matter How Long its Been

So I go where the green grass grows
The weeds are high and the sun hangs low
Look to the sky and I say, hello
Like it’s the very first time
It doesn’t matter how long it’s been
I can talk to God like he’s my best friend



Of sound mind and body I hereby swear….hum? It is a wee bit disturbing that a person that is incapable of making rational decisions can still sign away their rights of self-determination. I do understand the need, but it is disturbing none the less. For when dementia is settling in, it appears that there is this short period of opportunity to have power of attorney signed over to another. It feels so manipulative in its very nature, this finding of the sweet spot of reasonableness, when the paranoia, which can accompany a disease of the mind, is in ebb, but complete lucidity is not present. For if a person is completely present, why would they need to sign away their rights?….sigh.



A List!

Kathy at katiescottagebooks sent out a challenge to her followers, and I so enjoyed getting to know her a bit better from reading hers that I decided to take her up on it.

So here goes:

1.) Do you have a hobby or do you collect something? What?

Well, I read, I write, I draw, I sew, I garden, I cook, I nurture, I orchestrate, and then I have a job. So I suppose many would say all those activities outside of my paid employment would be my hobbies, but I beg to differ. I am not the job. All the activities I do in the small amounts of time I have left, is who I am. Thus I have a hard time classifying them as “hobbies” simply because they do not pay the bills.

Collecting…hum? I have too much stuff so I am trying to switch to memories made together instead of gift giving, but often that can be a selfish desire when someone would just like to be able to buy me a present. Then books and movies are never declined, or plants, someone just gave me a rose I have been wanting for my garden. What makes it so special is that I didn’t even know they were paying attention to my rambling….sigh.

2.) If you were to describe yourself with one word, what would that word be?


3.) If you were in the wilderness and came face to face with a bear, what would you do?

I don’t know. I know what I should do, but would I? For I like to think that I am calm and collected and would respond appropriately, but I never do, I usually panic and act like an idiot.  I have many instances of things like, rodents, fires, and earthquakes where it was a good thing others were around and nobody listened to me. I mean really, I will never snort incredulously again, when the movies portray someone jumping up onto a table because a mouse is in the house, because when one of those tiny things scampers over your barefeet in the dark, it becomes quite apparent just how high you can jump and how loud you can scream, I’m just saying.

4.) When was the last time you did something *spontaneous* childlike? For example: joined in a game of hopscotch, skipped down a sidewalk, participated in a little girl tea party? etc. What was the thing you did?

This one makes me sad. Where did the spontaneity go? I suspect my excessive poundage for so many years helped chase it away. Being so heavy is quite limiting. Still I am almost half way to my goal. So the end is getting closer. I just have to keep in mind that I am making permanent lifestyle changes, and to not rush the process.

5.) Do you enjoy cooking or baking? If you do, what is your favorite meal to prepare? If not, why not?

Yes, very much so, but I stopped cooking daily around ten years ago when I took on a job that required long hours six days a week. My oldest daughter took over the task and she has become such a good cook that her meals are requested for birthdays over all other choices. Unfortunately, she too has become busy with the homeschooling of two sons and a home business that is booming, and cannot cook large like she used to. Liebe Lee is trying to fill the gap, but she is busy herself, therefore it has become fend for yourself more often than not. I am rambling off point as usual….favorite meal? Probably would be Thanksgiving with its planning and lists, and the tricky part of getting it all done at the same time, hot. But truly for just the love of concocting, I am partial to creating everything in the fridge in a pot meals. Because when they work and are good, the feeling of satisfaction and well being is worth it, and if they are bad, well, count your blessings that you will never have to eat it again.

Thank you very much Kathy for giving me a list to ponder, and you know how I love a list.

Blessings Belinda