I’ve been road tripping with a friend over the past week. I’ve had little time to write anything, but I’ve grabbed a few pictures along the way.
This group of pictures I took from the motel we stayed in for one night in Port Orchard, Washington.
Posted for Journeys with Johnbo Cellpic Sunday.
View from my window tonight:
This barely captures the beauty of this sunset.
Many people in the area are/were hoping for rain today to help fight the fire happening East of La Pine, Oregon. We didn’t see any rain, but we are having a magnificent sunset.
Posted for Ragtag’s Daily Prompt – Rain.
Being on water clears my mind and eases my soul.
Posted for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I am sharing a post from June 2006, that was written on a different site.
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Happiness is Warm
I am happy.
I’ve just returned home to my sanctuary after spending a portion of the last couple of days in Sierraville and the Sierra HotSprings with a very good friend. I soaked up the sunshine, the starshine, the friendliest people, as well as soaking in some wonderful spring water and the warmth of my friend’s company.
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Posted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday.
Stormagedden, the Dark Lady of All, really dislikes when I leave the house. She has devised several different methods to attempt to prevent my departure. Two days ago, she recognized the signs. As soon as I was ready to turn on the shower, Stormagedden rushed in and sat. She guessed (correctly) that if I can’t take a shower, that I’d stay home. She sat in that spot for ten minutes. From there, she proceeded to attempt to extort treats from me. 🙂
Posted for Journeys With Johnbo Cellpic Sunday.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, here is a post from June 14, 2021
Searching for Terpsichore
I miss my muses. They used to speak to me almost every day. I miss their voices. I miss their songs. I miss the whispers that would awaken me in the wee hours of the morning. Those whispers that made keeping a pen and notebook next to my bed necessary.
Now my notebook languishes, sometimes for days, not knowing the anguished joy that filled pages. Or was that joyous anguish? Maybe the madness of both.
Characters were born, lived amazing lives, and found their way into 50,000-or-more-word novels.
Walter, a muggle of a man, if there ever was one, grew into a hero. Cara, a were-cat, who lived lifetimes, longing to hide away in some quiet, peaceful hamlet.
Where is Calliope and her Writing Tablets? Where is Clio and her Stack of Books? Where is Erato and her Lyre and Arrows? Did Melpomene get so angsty that she drove the rest of the muses away? Did Polyhymnia’s shushing everyone finally shush their voices into oblivion?
If I dance to the sounds of Lyres, Guitars, and Harps, will Terpsichore return to me, her energies flowing through my fingers, to once again dance on the page and keyboard?
Here’s the link to the original post on June 14, 2021.
1. The main thing I miss is the bravery, and some of it was foolishness, that I had as a kid in the summer. I did a lot of things, with the usual abandon of a child’s heart.
2. Chasing down the ice cream truck. Everyday, my brother, friends, and I held our nickels and dimes, waiting to hear the tinny music come around the corner and down our street.
3. Being outside exploring and playing. My days were spent riding bikes, climbing trees, digging in the dirt, playing with Tonka trucks and plastic animals, and exploring all the nooks and crannies in the neighborhood.
4. Roller Skating. I started roller skating very young. I had the metal skates that strapped on your shoes and were tightened with a skate key. I continued skating well into my adulthood. My last time on my skates was in my 50s, when I took a fall in a rink that damaged my tailbone.
5. Being able to enjoy picnics and barbecues that the grownups threw. I still enjoy a picnic or BBQ, but don’t enjoy the cleanup. Lol
6. Eating oranges. I don’t know what happened to oranges, or what changed in my body. I used to love eating oranges and drinking orange juice in the summer. Now, I go into very mild anaphylactic shock if anything I have has any oranges in it.
7. Playing on playgrounds. Swings, slides, jungle gyms, see saws, and merry-go-rounds were a favorite way to spend an afternoon.
As a bonus, this is another thing I miss – boating on the Detroit River or one of the Great Lakes.
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Written in response to The Sound of One Hand Typing’s Writer’s Workshop for June 13, 2024.
These were the prompts to choose from. I chose the third prompt.
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