prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell. Use one of yours in your post and let that word drive your stream of consciousness where ever it goes. Have fun!
Any word containing the “ei” or “ie” vowel blend. My worst word is niece.
My children’s books that I published were all about my great-niece, Penelope.
When my niece was born we were so excited. I was in Florida visiting my father when Bob, my late husband and her uncle, called to tell me that “Susan had the baby!” I immediately asked her name. Penelope! I begged Bob to not go visit her without me.
That night I wrote my book about Penelope. I published it using a vanity press. The only thing I regret about the whole process is that there are things that should have been adjusted or changed in the story but their “editors” don’t really care. Anyhow, I went on to publish four books about Penelope. My niece Susan and Penelope’s father, Frankie are present somewhere in the books as is my sister-in-law.
Anyhow, I am happy that Penelope has the books named after her. Someday I will revise them and publish them with the revisions I like.
Living in infinity is like my life when I try to imagine where I am going and where I have been, underlying all of it with a simple desire to settle down and enjoy the freedoms that I should find easily in my life, only to be mustered by the happenings in fate which are beyond my control or anyone else’s leaving me to feel the uncertainty of the limitlessness of life and of being in this world where there is no stop and there is no start and when you think you have a starting point, you really only have another excuse to wait one more day. It’s living in limbo.
I wrote this in only a few minutes, writing the words that came to my mind without really thinking of what I was saying or where I was going with it. It felt sort of liberating to free my mind of these thoughts that sit and rust in my brain.
I tossed the sweater into the back seat and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Being under the sun, despite the wind generated as I drive through the city, warmed me so much more that I thought possible. Having the top down on my convertible gave me the ultimate feeling of freedom. The only problem about tossing things into the back seat while the top is down is stuff flying out when I picked up speed on the turnpike. Was losing cashmere worth the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and the sun shining on my face? I wouldn’t admit it to my boyfriend, the one that bought me the sweater. With that being said, Mike lives hours away and it wasn’t like he would ever see me driving along
Before I go further I want to recall a little boy. For anyone reading this who worked with me know and remember Bobby. Bobby had a fan fetish. He knew every kind of fan, oscillating, stand, window, you name it. He was cute.
fan fixin’ man
When it’s hot and you need a break use a fan not a rake it has to spin to make the wind If it stops it might be pinned by a piece of broken fan then you bring it to the fan fixin’ man.
Marcy walked down the street with little Milly on her new pink leash. She was scheduled for her spay this coming Friday. Marcy hated to think about the pain that Milly would endure, but knew it was healthier to spay her; the vet said spaying cuts down the chance for cancer.
Milly loved walking on her leash. She was tiny but she acted like a big dog. It was when Brian walked around the corner with his mastiff, Jack, that Milly got so startled she jumped and then fell onto the grass, splayed out like a ragdoll puppy. She got up quickly but was terrified by Jack’s size. Marcy tried to calm Milly, telling her that both Brian and Jack were friends.
Marcy and Brian decided to walk the rest of the way back to the apartment complex together. They had been friends for years, meeting while they moved in on the same day four years ago. Marcy will never forget how Brian was carrying in a box of books when her old neighbor Ester started spraying him with the hose accidentally. She had been watering the flowers in front of the complex and Brian got in the way of the water flow.
Brian secretly wished he could ask Marcy out on a date but now that she had her new puppy, she would be busy. He could use the excuse of walking the dogs to spend time with her though!
Yes, I went a bit crazy but thought it would be fun to find a bunch of “ch” words to make a little chapter. Sorry, couldn’t stop myself! Chuckle, chuckle…
Charlie wanted to chat with the Chaplin about the christening of his nephew, Christopher’s, new child. Charlie was in charge of changing anything that did not flow with the vibe of the chapel.
Charlie made a chart of the seating and checked with the Chaplin if any changes needed to be made, challenging only one of the Chaplin’s ideas. You see, Charlie thought that since the child was the charge of the day, the child should not be chided in any way, hence not putting him near other children.