Tag Archives: SOCS

The Daily Grind [socs]

Coffee grinder and cup

I don’t mind

The daily grind,

The sameness of days

Blending one into another.

I don’t scheme

For a change of scene,

An adrenaline rush,

The crisp crackle of change.

I’m at peace

With dawn in the east,

The rhythm of hours

Until dusk purples the sky.

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Ghosteaters [socs]

Demonic dog and cat

She has been looking forward to cooler days and the scent of darkness again, but the first crunch of dead leaves beneath her feet releases a distasteful memory. Sniffing the air, she is alert to catastrophe as her recollection metastasizes into sharp scenes of blood and bone. Was she huntress or prey? Her form is still insubstantial haze, yet solid enough to create sound… then she realizes it is not her feet crunching upon this ground.

Pairs of demonic eyes surround her as a fantastic array of beasts prepare for their ghostly feast.

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Written for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Laura’s October Challenge (Day 5)

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Kittens [socs]

Kittens

Ten little kittens were crying in a tent. It was surely a case of cruel abandonment. A hungry bear could have caught their scent, but luckily Aunt Netty found them instead. She bundled them up in a cozy blanket and took them to the superintendent. He called upon his network of fosters and each one took a kitty home to tend. The felines were all so sweet and entertaining they had no trouble finding forever loving safe homes: a happy ending to this event!🐱❤️😻

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Wrappin’ [socs]

Bows and ribbon

Wrapping gets a bad rap. Peeps dread wrapping, which I don’t understand ~ I love to wrap. Maybe it’s just another one of my OCD things. You know, get everything at right angles. That’s key. Right angles. Then folding and taping and making triangles all over the place, mmm. ❤️

Well! I’m jumping ahead, aren’t I? In an ideal world, say at a gift wrapping salon, you could choose the perfect paper for each gift. Wouldn’t that be delicious? No more generic giant bargain roll of swirly rainbow confetti paper for everyone’s birthday. We would have little trains for train games, kitties for cat gifts, cupcakes for bakeware, etc. All the holidays would be represented of course as well as special anniversary paper and plain hues to mix-match. Fun! 🎉

Wrapping paper

After getting the paper business all squared away, we would deal with bows and things. How I love making my own boingies! Omg! I could do that all day… though I’d probably get my carpal tunnel back after a half-hour, oh well. But I’d definitely mix things up: some bows, some curls, some fancy ribbon, etc. It depends on the gift and the occasion and the paper.

Did I mention I love wrapping? 😻

Miscellaneous gifts

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Little Blue Bear [socs]

Beanie Baby America

I have a little blue bear on my desk at work. He’s a Ty beanie baby named America and I bought him when he came out after 9/11, which was shortly after I began working here (I’m writing this Friday lunchtime and will schedule it to post Saturday morning). On the left side of his tag it says that 100% of the profits from the purchase of the bear will go to Red Cross Disaster Relief. On the right side it says: “In memory of those who lost their lives in the national catastrophe that took place on September 11, 2001. We mourn for them and express our deepest sympathy to their families. God Bless America.”

A lot has changed in 18 years. My parents have both passed on. I’m divorced. My two daughters both graduated college and have gotten married. One of them has a baby, which magically makes me a grandma. I’ve moved five times. I had a relationship with a married man for two and a half years. If you believe in “bad karma,” then this gave me mine and I’ve been unable to have a happy/successful romance since. I also had a couple minor car accidents, which were horribly upsetting at the time, but in the grand scheme of things, not so bad really.

In these 18 years, I’ve been a flame warrior on Usenet, made enemies and turned them into Facebook “friends,” and since I quit FB most of them have forgotten my existence again. Perhaps that’s a good thing. I’ve been on Friendster and Twitter and Snapchat and G+ and other “social sites” too dark and dirty to mention here. I’ve experimented with different lifestyles to see if they were for me (no), and they’ve greatly enriched my fiction and poetry writing.

I’ve written a lot during these years. So so much. Poetry, novels, short stories. Zillions of blog posts and tweets. Loads of emails and texts. Have had interesting text chats with many men that I thought might “go somewhere,” but they didn’t and here I am alone, which isn’t a bad thing after all. I’m not sure anyone could really put up with me now… and vice versa.

I find that as I trudge toward my seventh decade I’m more or less the same person I was at age 14. I like to read romance novels and write poetry. I love games and puzzles, kittens and puppies, cookies and pizza. I’m not a sophisticated adult type person with advanced tastes in wine and music. Give me rock & roll and mac & cheese, woo! I’m a homebody and enjoy simple comforts. A hot shower is bliss. As I age, I’ve learned that I get more easily stressed out by other people, so I have to limit my interactions with them.

But through all this, I’ve had a good job, where I’ve been treated well. And every work day, little blue bear has been there to greet me, no matter what else is going on. I am grateful/thankful for my job and for my side work too… and for my book sales even though I wish there were more. (I’ll keep writing regardless.) When I began this post, I assumed at some point I’d say something political, but really there’s no need.❤️🧁💙

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Tuff Luv [socs]

Stream of consciousness

“Baby, I love your whey,” said Peter F to Miss M.

She looked up from her bowl of cottage cheese. “You can go your own way. You can call it another lonely day.”

He gestured at the desserts piled on her tuffet. “You’re gonna carry that weight a long time.”

“I want to be the girl with the most cake.”

“Why can’t we be friends?” he cried.

“It’s too late, baby, now… it’s too late.” Miss M shook her head.

Peter walked away and muttered, “Guess you’ll have to eat your lunch all by yourself.”

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The Couch Potato Club [socs 300]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Ever since he was a baby spud 🥔, Russ wanted to become a member of the Couch Potato Club. All the best potatoes belonged to the CPC: Big Red, Goldie, Yam… Russ made it his life’s mission to emulate those tates.

First, he worked out. As soon as he got up in the morning, Russ headed straight for the couch. He never got distracted with invitations to the beach or anything like that. He pulled down the shades so he wouldn’t see sunshine, blue skies, and spuds playing on the grass.

Second, he made sure he had everything he needed right next to him on the couch, just like the CPC handbook said to do. Remotes for the TV, cell phone, snacks, and drinks. He left the couch only to use the bathroom.

Third, if anyone asked him for a favor, he’d say he was busy. It was harsh, but Russ knew he had to be tough and relentless to reach his goal.

Finally, he applied for membership, sure he’d get in. He submitted his best selfie, very proud of how he looked like a big fat lumpy tate on his couch. The reply came quickly. Rejection!

Russ was heartbroken. What happened? He called his friend Yam, hoping to get a direct answer.

“Sorry, bro,” Yam said. “But we have video footage of you in the grocery store.”

“But… but… I needed more snacks!”

“A true Couch Potato orders online and has snacks delivered to maximize couch time. It says so on page forty-seven, paragraph three of the CPC handbook.”

“I missed that,” Russ cried. “I’m sorry! May I try again?”

“Nope. You’re banned for life.”

Russ was so depressed he went outside to play in the sun, didn’t watch where he was going, and got mashed by a truck.

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Prepositions [socs 225]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

“Sally, I have a preposition for you,” Gary said.

Sally rolled her eyes. “Give it to me after lunch. I’m tired of you barging into my office during the middle of the morning when I’m trying to focus my mental energy on my to-do list.”

“But this one came straight from the desk of our new Director of Grammar and Sentence Structure! She said she wants it to take priority over those adjectives you’ve been working on for the Redundancy and Repetition Department.”

“Okay fine.” Sally sighed and arose from her yoga mat positioned in the exact center of her office. “Put it on my credenza next to the pile of unused semi-colons. Take some if you want. I’m tired of looking at them!”

Gary put a few in his folder. “Thanks. We don’t use them much over in my section. I would really appreciate it if you could get the preposition done by the end of the week. It’s across.”

“That’s going to put me behind.” Sally shook her head. “New directors never care about following existing protocol.”

“I’m sorry,” Gary said. “How about I treat you to lunch instead of eating here in the cafeteria? We could go to the Oxford Karma.”

“I’m down with that,” Sally said. “Let’s meet in the lobby between the question mark and the exclamation point.”

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Conscious Streaming [socs]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Co-ed is a term you don’t hear very often these days. It always seemed insulting to me, a code to treat someone dismissively. Why not call college females “students” same as we do males? Nope, it was part of our constant obsession with labels. We still have that compulsion. Different ones now, but even so, we can’t quit consigning people to boxes. Not all are bad, of course, but I prefer mine to be filled with cookies not people. Should there be a comma after cookies? I generally err on the side of fewer is better so as not to drive my readers into a punctuation coma. But if you’re a comma cop, I can concur with the concept of including one there. Whew! I could have used a second cup of coffee today, though that’s a moot point now since this will post tomorrow while I’m cocooned in my cozy bed. Hopefully my lovely readers across the pond and on the East Coast will have checked in before I see it again. Note that I generally don’t comma off starter adverbs either unless I want the reader to take a dramatic pause. It may not seem as though there’s a method to my cornucopia of madness, but I assure you nothing is coincidental.

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Location [socs]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Where the hell am I?”

That used to be a common thing I’d say in the car before GPS devices. I have no sense of direction whatsoever. It’s kind of weird too because my parents were both great with directions, especially my dad (he loved maps), and my daughters are also good. But the whole innate positioning sense of where the hell I am and what I need to do to get to where I want to be… well, that gene just completed skipped over me. Whoosh!

Actually not only in the car. I can get lost in a building just as easily. Which way to the exit / bathroom / elevator? Idk. I have to do the routine several times before it’s stuck in my brain. Other people seem to recall it after one trip. If I’m in a new location, I’ll generally choose the wrong way every time even though odds are I should be right half the time. Nope.

But luckily I have my phone now, always fully charged and ready to tell me where I parked and how to get back home from the cat food store. 😻

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