I was my daughter’s first patient for a cleaning.
“Her chance to get even,” said a friend.
But our relationship isn’t like that.
Teeth Cleaning
Photograph
I had my photograph taken with a camera like that. It feels like it happened a hundred years ago; it was only 40-some.
Shoes — Heart — Dream — Blather
Saturday. Blatherday.
The Februllage prompt is SHOES. And I put a shoe — singular — in my collage. Fail.
The collage is way too busy. It reflects my mind and my life. Semi-chaotic.
But a girl can dream, right? I needed that little girl, looking ahead to something beautiful, to appear in my collage.
It’s been a hard week.
Honestly, I don’t even feel like blathering.
Let me focus on some positives.
- My daughter-in-law came to where I work and gave a presentation on silos. It was so good and so well-received. I wrote 23 words about it in a post called Letters of Introduction, but I forgot some of the letters that go after her name — CEO. She’s the CEO of the organization where she works. Those are pretty important letters — I can’t believe that I forgot them!
- Game Night — Last Sunday night we had a family game night via Zoom. Honestly, one of the good things that came out of this pandemic was on-line group games. Maybe they existed before the pandemic, but they’re more prolific now, right? Despite some technical issues, family members in St. Kitts, British Columbia, and various parts of New York were able to join in the fun.
- Cake — I’m such a sucker for cake. I heart cake. Yesterday at work, we had some drummed-up excuse for a staff get-together to improve morale. And there was cake. It may not have improved overall morale, but it WAS cake — chocolate cake with thick creamy vanilla frosting.
Next week — better blather.
Ghost
Today’s prompt: GHOST.
So, for this post,
I tried some vellum —
But you can tell I’m
Missing the mark.
Larks in the dark
Letters of Introduction
“What letters should I use when I introduce you?” I asked. “BS? MS?”
“There’s also MSLA,” she replied. “But most important is DIL.”
Chocolate
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
No chocolate!
Okay. Just one.
Limerick My Collage
I’m really struggling when I resort to limericks. Please help!
There once was a man named Dickens
Who needed to exit some chickens
Cactus
My daughter-in-law sent me a link to collage prompts for February.
I’ll call this one “Vacationing Among Cacti” or “Walk in the Desert.”
The Current Six
Photographs of six books I’m currently reading with explanatory notes in pictures. (Word-count cheating, I know.)
How about you? What are you reading?
Imperfection
Here it is, another Saturday, another Stream of Consciousness writing prompt (perfection), another day when I allow myself to write more than 23 words — in other words, another day of blather.
I’ll admit that I’m one of those people who wants things to be perfect. Seriously, are there people who don’t? Doesn’t everyone like that feeling of having done something really well — in fact, so well that it falls into the realm of perfection. I mean, I get satisfaction from a perfectly folded towel, a perfectly baked cookie, a perfect question (you know one when you hear one), a perfect answer (easily recognized as well), a perfect evening spent with a friend.
Imperfection plagues me.
I read a poem by Brian Doyle earlier this week in which he talked about rejection. “Learn to be neighborly with no,” he said, and I thought, I need to learn to be neighborly with mistakes; specifically, MY mistakes.
Seriously, who wants mistakes as neighbors? Who wants to invite them in for a cup of coffee and a chat?
Blah.
It’s so much easier to show grace to others than ourselves.
Perfectionism is almost a cancer. Strike that — it IS a cancer.
But what’s the cure?
Leaning into imperfection.
God help me.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 