Monday, October 8, 2018

Simply Black and White

I’m not going to start off by apologizing for neglecting you.  I’ve done that far too many times before.   And obviously I’ve made promises that I do not keep.

So, instead I will promise you that today I have thoughts that I will share.

I’ve been struggling for the past few months with a feeling of uneasiness.  I can’t be more specific than that with emotion identification.   I suppose I can color it gray.

Our little Maltese puppy, Rico passed away five months ago.

Rico was a fluffy cotton white, with eyes, nose and lips black as coal.

For the past 17 years, we were a trio.   Ross, Rico and I.

Perhaps my mysterious feelings of gray are as simple as black and white.









Saturday, April 28, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter X,Y,Z -

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings. 




Oh the letters  X, Y and Z 

I havta  admit, I got nothing.  

I am proud that I was able to get through 23 letters of the alphabet.  

I found that the challenge provided the perfect way for me to get back to writing.  

I take full responsibility for the lack of comments and visitors this month.  This happened for a variety of reasons.  
First, I’ve been away from my blog for a couple of months.  My regular pals stopped coming, which is understandable.
Second, I did not take the time to visit other blogs participating in the challenge.   I attribute this to me not having my posts done ahead of time.  So, I was pretty much writing my posts every day which left little time to read other blogger’s posts. 

I hope to pay more attention to my blog and not stray too far away.


Thank you to those of you who did stop by.  I really appreciate it.  



Thursday, April 26, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter W - Worry, Worry, Worry

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings. 





Worry

I’ve probably written about this subject before.   Probably because it is such a large part of who I am.   I am a non discriminatory worrier.  I worry big and small. 
I don’t like being a worrier.  In fact I hate it.  I hate it because I recognize all of the things about worry.

The Worry List:
1.  Worrying doesn’t predict or change the future.   That’s a big one.  I suppose I could leave it at that because that says it all, doesn’t it?
2.  Worrying causes physical problems.    At least for me it does.   For instance, today I have a dentist appointment.  I do not like to go to the dentist.   I am trying to be calm.  I thought writing   might help.  It’s not.  I have a headache and my stomach is doing flip flops. 
3.  Logic and Worry.  An oxymoron.  Need I say more?
4. Once the conductor has lost control Worry is a runaway train.

I’m sure I could come up with more things, but I worry that I won’t finish this post in time. 

I’ve been told on many occasions to stay in the moment.  Be present.  Mediate.  Concentrate on your breathing.   

Hold on while I take a moment to try that.  Darn the phone is ringing.   
Okay let me try that again.

Nope, didn’t work.

I downloaded an app on my phone called “Calm”.  According to their Ad, it is the Apple Store’s App of the year for 2017.




I paid the $59.00 annual fee.  I’ve used the “Bedtime” stories feature and it did help me fall asleep.  But I haven’t given the other features a real go.   I worry that it won’t work and I will have wasted $59.00.

What me worry?  Yep!





Wednesday, April 25, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter V - Villain

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings. 



I often wonder how villains are created.   What parts of themselves do writers pull from to create a truly villainous character? 
How did Hannibal Lecter, Norman Bates or the Wicked Witch of the West come to be? 
I suspect the writer might have to tap into some unpleasant parts of their own being or experiences and then be willing to be vulnerable by exposing those to the world. 
When I was thinking about my V word and I decided on the word Villain, I thought I might write a short story featuring a hateful main character. 
At first, I righteously thought that I was way too nice to be able to create a monster.  Besides, I feel I have been fortunate enough in my life to have been surrounded by other way too nice people.  I actually can’t think of a single villain I have had in my life. 
But as I meandered deeper into my recesses, I began to acknowledge I have experienced the savage pain of evil.  I spied it, was repulsed and then recoiled back into my safe space.
Though I am not at this point willing to give my villain a form, exploring the possibility through writing this post opens the door slightly. 

Writing is a journey through my heart, soul and mind.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter U - Sam and Millie

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings. 





Millie was weary.   She had been on her feet all day without a break.  As she passed her partner, Sam, she gave a slight nod of her head. 
Millie was a small woman with a slight build.   She had short brown hair, well today it was short and brown.   She preferred herself as a blond, but that was the weekend Millie. 
The brown haired Millie's clothing was always the same style.  Black, brown or gray slacks, white or tan top,  quite nondescript. There was never anything flashy about this Millie.
As she made her final rounds, she was thankful the day was almost over.   She caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror.   She brushed stray wisps of hair back from in front of her eyes.  
That’s when she noticed the other woman’s reflection.
She looked familiar to Millie.  Yes, she was sure she had seen her before.  When Millie turned around to get a better look the woman was gone.
Millie sighed and looked at her watch.  Pearl should be arriving any minute.  She could wait, and just give her a description of the woman.   But her former life as a police detective prevented her from walking away.
She grabbed the handle of her cart and began to push it in the direction she thought the woman had gone.
Millie’s cart contained a few items.  A set of gray towels,  a white blouse hooked on a hanger in the mesh cart.
She turned into the lingerie area.  Millie’s instincts and years of experience led her there. She warned management repeatedly about this department at the bi-weekly meetings.  It was too easy. The racks were too close together.  The merchandise was crammed in too close together.
At first Millie didn’t see the woman.  Leaving her cart she casually began to scout up and down each aisle.  She stopped occasionally to finger an item, take it off the rack and hold it up.
She spotted her in the fourth aisle. The telltale signs were all there.  The furtive looks over her shoulder, the large purse, the way she lingered in between the racks of bras and panties.
Millie walked by her.  The woman looked up, but didn’t seem to take much notice of Millie.  That meant that Millie was doing her job well.
Millie waited a few minutes and soon the woman came out of the aisle and began to walk towards the front door.    She had nothing in her hands.
Millie let out a big sigh.  She wondered again why she took this job. It certainly wasn’t for the money.  Of course she knew the answer.  She had tried staying home after her twenty plus year career.  At first it was a relief not having the responsibility and stress of being on the job.
That lasted for only a month.  She needed to work.
She could almost understand the younger ones, but why this woman?  She certainly didn’t appear to have to do what she was most certainly doing.
But Millie had stopped trying to figure out the nature of people.
Millie pulled out her cell phone and called Sam.





Undercover



Monday, April 23, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter T -Temporarily in Love

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings.  





Temporarily in Love

They met at a mutual friend’s gathering.  They were young then.  She thought he was cute and seemed nice.  He thought she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.   He asked for her phone number.   She gave it to him.
He called her the next day and they met for a drink.
They dated steadily for only a short time, six months, maybe.  Then she went her way and he went his. 

They ran into each other again ten years later.   They weren’t as young this time.  She still thought he was cute and nice.  He hadn’t found anyone else who was as gorgeous as she.
She had never married.  He had married and divorced and had children, a boy and a girl.    
She still had the same phone number she told him, but gave it to him just the same. 
He called her the next day and they met for a drink.
She gave up her apartment and moved into his.  They lived companionably together for two years. 
Then she went her way and he went his. 

Oddly enough, many years later they met again at the same mutual friend’s house where they first met.
She thought he had outgrown his cuteness, but considered him handsome now.     He still thought she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
She was a widow.  They had been married for 20 years she said.   She told him she had a daughter who was working on her doctorate.   He showed her photos of his grandchildren. 
He told her he was dating someone but it didn’t seem to be working out.
She asked for his cell phone and plugged in her number.  Just in case, she said. 

She saw him again at the funeral, their mutual friend.  
She thought he was even more handsome, in a silver fox kind of way.  Boy, she was gorgeous he thought.  She was a proud grandmother of three. She wanted to know if it was his son she watched on the news every night.  He told her it was.  
He had moved to a warmer state.  She said she always thought about doing that. 
He invited her for the weekend.  She accepted. 

They sat on the beach at sunset passing by their final years together. 





Saturday, April 21, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter S - Shopping

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings.  





Shopping

I was excited for the last four days of this week.  Here in my part of the world, Thursday, April 19 through Sunday, April 22  is the 2018 New Jersey Wool Walk.



And to top it off, today Saturday, April 21 (besides being my favorite granddaughter’s 14th birthday) it is the first “Local Yarn Store” day.   This is sponsored by The National NeedleArts Association. 

As noted on their website:
Local Yarn Store Day is a brick-and-mortar yarn shop appreciation day created by TNNA Yarn Group. The inaugural LYS Day will take place on April 21 and is designed to show support for small businesses while bringing together a unique community of knitters, crocheters, weavers and spinners to drive awareness and celebrate the craft.

One of my favorite things in the whole wide world to do is shop at a yarn store.  I really didn’t need a special event to get me to go yarn shopping, but in some way I guess I thought of it as more of a party that I received a personal invitation to. 

Thursday was a cold rainy day.  But that didn’t deter us.  By us I mean Ross and I.   He is my patient yarn shopping companion.

We had our map.  There are 15 stores on the “Walk”.  It, by no means, should have been called a “walk”  because there weren't even two stores near enough to each other to be able to walk to.    My intention was to visit three of the shops on Thursday, one on Saturday and maybe a couple more on Sunday.


We did visit two stores on Thursday, Chelsea Yarns in Red Bank and Frame and Fiber in Point Pleasant.   I had never been to Frame and Fiber.  We had the opportunity to meet Paige, the owner.  I watch Paige’s YouTube knitting podcast called Paige TheFramer.   She is a great gal.  

Today, we went to what I consider my Local Yarn Shop, Woolbearer’s.  I’ve been shopping at Myra’s for the last 10 years.   I particularly love the yarn she hand dyes.  


I did a lot of shopping and loved every minute of it, but I think I am shopped out.  

My Pretties