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RE: Those Pesky Diversions Of Life ~ The 28-Minute, 5-Minute Freewrite ~ Fully Inspired By The 5-Minute Freewrite ~

Abby is the new Normal. And I am still here in the world of Steem. Need to figure out Hive one day soon. It is beyond me without my helper, and she has been busy. But soon. This site certainly doesn't look to be taking me to the moon anytime soon, from the looks of it. But it's hard to give up on Steemit, so I may be here too. I've spent over 3 years of me writing and goofing about on life on this site. I still appreciate it, even though so much has gone down. Then again, what else is new. Seems to always be someone working angles on something or another I don't really understand anyway. Human nature, I guess. All I know is I just like to write and photo and be the odd duck chicken about things of explanation about this wacky world. There is always humor under the layers of BS. Makes the world go round.

Things are going along fine here. I am in serious quarantine most days. I take this pretty serious, as it can really mess you up. And the idea of our health care system collapsing scares the bejeesus out of me. "Sorry, go back home, there is no room for you here." Yikes. Don't want that. Plus I have familial relatives, etc that are quite vulnerable...talk is cheap when you say it's OK to have folks die from it, "just as long as it's not me or mine." As you say, we're all in this world together. Though don't get me started on how the whole thing's been bungled from day one. Anyways, I am now just writing about cats and travel directions and cereal and such. Isn't it fun.

I hope your whites stay white and you are safe and hunkered down and doing well. I"ve watched a bunch of movies and got some things done. I had major knee surgery in the fall, so am still getting back to that ever-elusive state of Normal. So used to not doing as much as I'd like. I am getting closer though. And let's face it, I love movies anyway. Well, I've babbled on here long enough. I hope all is well, and remember to keep your powder dry. Cheers from the PNW, -DD

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Ha, abbey normal, I do love Young Frankestein ...FRONK in Schteinn...

I'm glad you're doing well and sending my best for your mending. I'm trying to get out to work on my garden today, but each time I 'suit up' and go out, the rain and sleet comes. We've had such a warm Winter and now I want to set concrete posts for my new garden and it snows?! Ah life.

I feel sometimes like 2020 is like a large Prank or Hidden Camera show. Maybe I should watch the Truman show, as I keep checking to see if there are cameras and hidden props, I mean IS THIS really the world now?

Oh well, life goes on. Back to my studio and trying to get outdoors. Stay healthy.

Ah, Young Frankenberry. I LOVE that movie, and Mel too. What a comic genius. And then there's Franken SCHTEINN, gotta love it.
Good luck on setting your posts. I've put in a lot of fence, it's a hard job. I DID see a Youtube recentlly about a guy that uses an old Shop Vac to make his fence post holes. Pretty ingenious, if not hard on the Vac. Good luck, just don't set the concrete in cold weather, learned that one, I did.
Alan Funt is no doubt around the corner for sure. I need to go re-watch the Truman show on my Roku. I forgot about that, and heaven knows I have the time for it right about now. So wacky, everyone was hoping 2019 was fully in the rear view mirror, but looks like 2020 is set to be a doozy. I vote for less drama from now on, thankyouverymuch. No one at the top seems to be listening to to me though.

I do believe you have to search out that ever-present silver (I just wrote sinver...hmmm) lining in daily life. And stay small. My wheelhouse is a rather happy place, if not a bit...non-far reaching. And, where WOULD we be without this Internet thing. And our art, whatever it's form might be....such a mental life-saver, and refuge under the heavy, flat rock of reality.

A Short (Ignorable) Stroll Down Memory Lane

Ooh, Life Savers. I remember I always wished some kid in my Secret Santa bag of Mrs. Shefferts 3rd grade class would give me the Life Saver Book Pack for my present. But like the other, huge, Silly Putty wish, all I ever got was a pair of socks or a plastic whistle, new pencils, or something of other such. Large Sigh. Oh, the joys and pesky trials of being a short, new person in life. Now, all I wish for is new, quality wool socks every December 24th. They're EXPENSIVE. How life sorts itself out in categories of the joyously absurd as it trundles on.

Wow, I can really drone on on here. Sorry....can anyone say, self-imposed, stay at home and not talk to very many folks in line at the Grocer's for a month, sequester jabber babble? Yikes, I've become one of those folks. Oh well, at least I'm smiling. Cheerio(s) on a Wednesday in April. (It's the Fools day, but a bad time to be making jokes. And they canceled my Jello Art show. Another large sigh.) Toodles