Thursday’s Crossroads

The crossroads sign can stop us and send us down a sunny dirt road and sometimes it’s just that. Occasionally a deer or moose can come out of no where and smack. It’s even possible for a tornado to pick up your vehicle. Sometimes the road literally falls away.

Wordless Wednesday “post”

Wordless Wednesday literal “post”

Rotisserie Facts

The fun thing about rotisserie pain induced insomnia is how your mind can just flit around like a squirrel and it doesn’t matter one watt. So in my spare time between 11 and 3 I made a random list of useless info to share and then tried to commit it to memory. Without further ado here it is.

#Sundaystills Bee Kind

That didn’t work out well at all. I didn’t manage to accomplish either of my goals in any kind of timely fashion. So… now do I just scrap it or hit publish rather late and without it being “perfect”?

Grey is still Gray on #Sundaystills

It seems I love a blogging challenge, enough to jump back on the band wagon. So here we are at a grey/gray colour/color theme for this week’s #Sundaystills hosted by Terri here at https://secondwindleisure.com/.

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

Head Down Blinders On

A mere few decade of months ago I read the words that Kitty O’Meara penned and wrote a post called Not at Peace. The original words would roll around in my head occasionally but now they don’t seem to ring true. Sadly those words were lost on far too many here and around the world. The change in the tone texture of these words have been rattling around in my head for a while.

But then I worried. Is this plagiarism? So I called up the services of an impartial outside editor to review what I wrote and get an honest opinion. We had a long phone conversation (in itself a wonderful delight) and in the end I felt that the artistic license with the words were honouring the original structure but changing the intent. Which is allowable, perhaps even encouraged? I even found a poetry site that the first lesson was to change a classic poem by switching out certain words and in those examples they put the revisions in bold as I have done below.

“Imitation, conscious imitation, is one of the great methods, perhaps the method of learning to write. The ancients, the Elizabethans, knew this, profited by it, and were not disturbed. As a son of Ben [Jonson], Herrick more than once rewrote Jonson, who, in turn, drew heavily on the classics. And so on.”—Theodore Roethke, “How to Write Like Somebody Else”

Visual on Violet

I am enjoying these #SundayStills blog prompts as it is a nice “light” post and a distraction from the real world which at this moment seems flipping scary. So here is my take on violet to add into the mix that Terry over at https://secondwindleisure.com/photography/sunday-stills-photo-challenge/ runs in her “spare time” amongst moving into a new house! I love that I have found this blogging community and appreciate the challenges as well as the encouragement received.

In Stark Contrast

The quiet is broken by a pair of geese who land on the grass. The road traffic noise is an intermittent rumble. The sun feels warm and a sense of peace should be present.

Washing Day

It started innocently enough with a game of hide and dust. The wee ones chattered away to hiding spots in other rooms and I counted loudly while dusting quickly. There was laughter and giggles about being found or not even hiding but just running into other rooms. This was followed with a game of chase the vacuum or be chased by the vacuum. We then proceeded to go back to the main floor; laundry bucket in one hand and the wee lad holding my other hand. It all seems good right?