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?

The Wishes

My eldest sent me a text yesterday asking what I would like for my birthday. Truth is that I can’t have what I want for my birthday.

Telegram Delivery

New challenge telegram post can still send telegrams worldwide next day service who knew

Good “old” internet answers to the questions

Brevity not strong suit 10 words maximum impact not for me

Plus I really miss punctuation. I wanted to add stop after each sentence but see inset above about why that’s not necessary.

It’s it kind of crazy to think about the fact that even 40 years ago these were common place. Turns out they aren’t extinct like the dinosaur but my reading revealed that they are used now if you want a recieved signature for an important document. Next day service in a world where people lose their minds if they can’t get same day delivery of anything they order on line.

I had thought about telegrams on our anniversary. I was writing Muddied Waters and was looking through our wedding album when I came across the two below that we received.

Then today I was reading a post over at The Spectacled Bean found here at Let’s write friendlier blog posts. She’d found an old 1945 book about how to write a letter and the conversations via comments that ensued made me want to give this a try. Anyone else have a telegram story to share?

Perhaps a post card is more my style. Ah that might just be another post and a trip down memory lane ?

Bernie

Tire swings

It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of love.

1000 !

Just like that I hit another milestone and again I didn’t even see it coming.

Tuesday’s colours

There seems to be some confusion in the googlielands (picked up that word from Pluto the dog) about the significance of today.