I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
My family buried secrets. I'll never know the answers to at least two events that apparently traumatized me as a child. I'm still bitter about that. Yes, I know I should let go; but, they colored my life for most of it.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite, too, but I also like and remember Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." That's the one I decided to memorize to recite to the class back in grade school. It still often pops in my mind. I think it's the easy rhythm and rhyme and the great description so well woven in. The only favorite book I remember is from way back also, "The Little Airplane." Maybe these are because I'm still a kid, even though seven decades later.
my phone does it all but I am constantly frustrated with the amount of text messages I received during the election and now with Christmas approaching. I'm spending too much time blocking numbers and reporting them as spam.
Write a poem or stream of consciousness entry about something you do every day.
Stream of Consciousness referenced from Wikipedia:"In literary criticism, stream of consciousness is a narrative mode or method that attempts "to depict the multitudinous thoughts and feelings which pass through the mind" of a narrator.[1] The term was coined by William James in 1890 in his The Principles of Psychology, "
Windows On The World
How odd. there's a bunny stalking toward the base of the tulip tree. Is there something in the grass there? Oh! a red squirrel at the base of the tree. The rabbit chased the red squirrel up the tree. Ha! Rabbit is running toward the apple tree, red squirrel is chasing rabbit. . Their kind of young, just playing. Hmm, there's another red squirrel in the maple on the corner. I wonder why we have chipmunks and red squirrels but never any bigger squirrels like you see in parks. There use to be lots of different kinds of squirrels in the woods when I was young.
I can be found in any weather, at different times of day, pausing to daydream, while staring out my living room windows.
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