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The Irishman [socs]

[Note: this is stream of consciousness writing for Linda’s Saturday prompt, taking the title only of the last movie I watched, not the content, and going from there.]

Rainbow Saturday Bitmoji

When my daughter received the results of her DNA test, there was a surprise bit of Irish mixed in. 🍀 It had to be from my side, just because. We speculated that my maternal grandmother slept with an Irish milkman. But why did he have to be a milkman? I don’t know. Probably because of a long-running alt.writing joke about them on Usenet.

I became excited about being part Irish. This explains why I like green, I decided, and my cravings for those delicious shamrock-shaped butter cookies. I also love rainbows… who doesn’t love a rainbow? 🌈 Apparently, you can’t say anything about rainbows now without some idiot making it political. Eff that. Rainbows are pretty! I put Ireland on my list of places to visit that I can’t afford, and I don’t have a passport besides.

But then a very smart science person in a Facebook group (I was on FB at the time) explained to me that genetics didn’t work that way. Just because a (not necessarily accurate) test showed my daughter with this 12% or whatever Irish doesn’t mean I have a quarter. It was a while ago though and I don’t remember the discussion cuz I guess once she said there’s no guarantee of an Irishman in my ancestry I lost interest.

But I went ahead and took my own test a while later… and yep, no Irish. Where’d my Irish grandpa go? Disappeared. 😢 At that point, one might start to look to my child’s other parent for the Irish connection, but let’s just not. There is no Irish there. It’s either in my genes or nowhere. We began to accept that the Irish part of her result was an error.

However! Ancestry is continually updating its database. As more people submit their DNA, the methodology gets more accurate, and they tweak your profile from time to time. The last time I peeked in, relatively recently… not only had they pinpointed my Ohio family with greater geographical precision, but also they threw some Irish on me. Just a wee bit, but I was wearin’ the green in mah genes!

I know, I know. Who cares? It’s fun though. When I was in my 20s and 30s, I thought all genealogy research was stupid. You hang out with people you love and who act like they give a damn about you, and… that’s it. Why does it matter who your third cousin twice removed is if you never talk to her? Who GAF about 100 year old newspaper clippings, bah! But now… as I’m close to finishing up my 50s, I’m getting all mushy about connectedness. Family ties. All that. My aunt sent me a totally awesome book full of family stuffs and I’m really digging it. When I was younger I wouldn’t have been interested, but…

Things change. ✨

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On Our Way [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

On our wayto better days. That’s what we say, pumped up with our New Year’s Goals. Like many others, I’ve vowed to get in better shape… and the parking lot at the gym is crowded now. Yes, I drive to the gym, even though it’s in my condo complex, since management can’t seem to program my electronic key to get me through the last walk-thru gate. It’s like the opening sequence to Get Smart, if you’re old enough to remember that show. But whenever I ask about the key, the person who needs to deal with it has just left for the day. 🙄

I’m trying to avoid getting raging angry about so many things (another resolution). So what if I can’t walk through to the gym? It’s not the worst thing in the world. Now, the gate closest to my apartment has quit working from the outside… that’s okay, right? They’ll fix it eventually and it’s fine to take the long way around to a different gate. More exercise! Plus, it’s not like I do everything perfectly myself… I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life too. As long as one gate works, and I can get home… like, whatever. 😜

My three words are from the chapter titled “Worth” in Jennifer Weiner’s book Hungry Heart. I don’t know why I purchased this book, except it has a picture of an upscale looking Hostess cupcake on the cover. I don’t think I’ve read any of her novels. I wanted to enjoy this book, because cupcake and also a smart and funny writer writing smartly and humorously about feeling fat and unloved… that’s so unusual! 🙃

But HH is incredibly tedious and dejavuey… like haven’t a million other smart fat girls written smartly and fatly about being smart and fat? Yawnnnn. And I find myself skimming much of Jennifer’s complaining. I loved her trip to Israel though, and how she finally decided to say eff it regarding other people’s opinions when she returned. Yeah! Who cares what people think! 😎

I thought the story would really take off from there, but no, back to yawwnville. An autobiography doesn’t have to be boring; I’ve read interesting ones. But they need to be edited, and saggy sections should be cut. Am I going to abandon it? No, I’ll probably skim the rest, so I can get credit for it on Goodreads. And I remain hopeful that there is something more to it I can enjoy, since I did get totally immersed in the one section. 🤩

Speaking of saggy things, exercise makes you hungry. If you burn up 100 calories on a bike, your brain will say hello time for a vat of pasta. And you can say no brain we are having a sensible scoop of tuna and some yummy crisp veggies. But our brain is sulking and plotting on how to trip us up. It’s not about being a “good” person or a “bad” person; we all come from a long line of people who avoided starving to death when there was very little food. Yay us and our superhero metabolisms. 😜

I see I forgot to finish this post Friday night and schedule it at 4am Saturday because I’ve been obsessed with watching Jeopardy on Netflix this week (not the GOAT thing, but catching up from last year). When I got home at 10, I turned on the TV, forgetting all about blogging. That’s unusual for me, but these are strange times. 😳

Luckily, I woke up earlier than God… and the first thing I thought of was yikes I didn’t post for SOCS! 😱

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Image credit to Shelley Krupa.

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Moonglow [socs]

When shadows fall on the meadow

And snowflakes powder the willows,

She hears the owl call to the crows.

Behind her window she vows

To leave this town when the wind slows.

But deep in her marrow she knows

She is but a ghost in a gown,

Doomed to prowl in moonglow forever.

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Image from Pixabay.

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Glory Days [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

I’m amazed at how many people my age or even older yearn for the past. Perhaps they truly did experience magical childhoods and wonderful years in high school. Or… maybe time has softened the rough edges and brought the happy times into clear focus. Memories are tricky things. But I’ve never been one to page through my old yearbooks, pining away for days gone bye. I hardly even look at the scrapbooks I made of my kids and pets… and those were a lot of fun.

Instead, I’ve always looked ahead, excited for the year to come and what may be in store. Yep, I know… even so. Whether a new school or calendar year is approaching, I’m happy to start fresh, hoping to achieve my goals and walk a better path. This doesn’t mean I’m unhappy or beating up on myself, but for me life is always about personal growth and change, even incrementally.

Bitmoji optimism

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Images from Shelley Krupa and Bitmoji.

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Ringlets and Winglets [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

I’m closing out 2019 as a single person with no romantic prospects on the horizon. Lately, I’ve been happy to mingle at many social events with no ulterior motive and that’s been nice. In the past, between 2011 and 2016, whenever I went to an event, my nerves were all jingle-jangle with the idea that there could be “someone new” there waiting for me. But slowly I’ve given up on that idea and view these events now strictly on their own merits, such as… how far do I have to drive, will parking be a pain, are peeps going to be playing board games, etc.

For 2020, the things that make my brain go all a-tingle are: healthier habits as far as eating and exercise, finishing some of my WIPs and putting them on my Kindle bookshelf for sale, enjoying my lovely new apartment and surrounding area, spending time with loved ones, reading more books.

If you’re wondering what the title of this post means… I haven’t a clue. Something to do with pigs (tails… curly… ringlets) and chickens (wings… winglets) that I was going to attempt to mash into the part where I talk about healthier habits and not eating fried food except I don’t anyway except for donuts and french fries which are neither pork nor fowl, but idek what I had in mind now so bye.

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Image credit to Shelley Krupa

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Purry Good [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

I used to worry about how yelly my kitty was. Just my luck… someone who can’t bear repetitive sounds to end up with a cat who howls like a wolf, right? Migraine alert! 🐺

I made up a joke for him. Gatsby, I would say, why might people think you’re from Idaho? He’d say maow (why?). Because you are a noisy Boise! I would laugh and laugh. He mostly did not. 🐱

But a funny thing has happened. G and I moved to a new apartment last week and the windows face a pool and spa, not a parking lot full of stray cats. They also have shutters that can be completely closed at night, unlike my old place. The upshot is that Gatsby has been sleeping all night without yowling at the windows. This also means that I get to sleep at night! ❤️

Oh, he still meows and expresses himself, not to worry! He’s the same energetic ball of furry adorableness he ever was. And he’ll bite me as I’m getting ready for work… Mommy, don’t leave! 🥰 Moving has not dimmed his light. I actually find him more lovable now that he’s quit shrieking (hopefully for good)… amazing how that works.

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Image credit to Shelley Krupa

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Brand New Key [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

Friday morning my roomie and I signed a ridonkulous lease and received our keys! Hurrah! Finally! It’s been a long month of waiting as boxes piled up in my old place and my life felt increasingly disorganized. Today is official moving day with a hired team and truck to take my big stuff over to the new place. But on Friday I still did some things ~ a friend and I brought in a couple carloads of lighter boxes, and my roomie bought a bed and put it together. Naturally, it was raining throughout all this. ☔️

I am super excited about living in my new apartment. It was long past time for a change, and clean beautiful surroundings do a lot to improve my mood. It’s a Taurus thing apparently (not that I believe in such nonsense). The only issue is storage space: there is less of it in the new place, which means more jettisoning ASAP. We get gym memberships included in our lease, so expect to see pics of me looking buff and fab in 2020. 😂

After all the stuff is all moved then comes the hard part… trekking Gatsby over there! 🙀

Wish me luck, please… 🍀

~*~

Image credit to Shelley Krupa.

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Unwelcome [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

I never see his ghost,
Just a darker space
Where a shape
May have been.
They say a shade stays
Down in Hades,
Trapped and restless,
Divinity binned.
I should not fear
A haunted spirit near,
When the rules are clear.
And yet… the shapes
Come twisting in the dark.
They whisper, hiss,
Cavort, and mock.
This wretched spectral
Caller feeds
Upon my sleep,
Upon my dreams.
I would wish him peace,
So I may be free.

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Image credit to Shelley Krupa.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Shooze Nooz [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

I’ve been feeling pretty darn proud of myself for dumping so much stuff prior to my move, but even so… there’s a long way to go. The otter day I was staring at my shoes and I thought, hmm, I haven’t worn this pair in ages, these are uncomfy, and those are falling apart. Boom!💥 Three pairs in the trash. Not to mention a couple pair I dumped earlier.

Then yesterday I got the mail and what do I see? Yep, a flyer from DSW. Dammit! For those who don’t know, that’s Designer Shoe Warehouse, aka my favorite shoe store. And they are having a big turkey day sale. Gobble! 🦃

But but but… I still have too much stuff! (Tho ya know I could use some cute white sandals for summer, just saying…) Then I see the sale is for TURKEY DAY ONLY. Oh good! I’ll be gone turkey day, whew. Now I won’t be tempted to buy All The Shooze.

But wait. What do I see in the fine print?

“Use offer code BIGTHANKS to redeem online.”

Big thanks? I think not.

I just tucked the ad into my suitcase. Maybe my daughter and I can shop after pie. 🙄

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Written for Linda’s SOCS

Image credit to Shelley Krupa

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Doggie Dreams

Stream of consciousness Saturday

Once I had a dream of dogs and they were frightening, a whole pack, about to attack and kill me, circling around. It was mixed in with driving and my ex… I posted about it, I think, but we aren’t supposed to go look things up in our SOCS. Yesterday or the day before I dreamt of dogs again. It’s not a theme that recurs (npi) frequently, so it’s significant, imo. I don’t dream about cats either. Animals simply don’t inhabit much real estate in my dreamland. Anyway, I did look up the meaning of doggie dreams, not that I necessarily believe in any of that woo. Supposedly, dogs represent fidelity, loyalty, protection, and self-defense. But those would be nice dogs… my old dream wasn’t about nice dogs and my recent dream was about two huge, scary dogs jumping on me, one at a time, putting their paws on my shoulders, and staring into my eyes. Each time, I was sure I would die. Their owner, a mean horrible man I don’t know, stood to the side and did nothing. But the dogs didn’t hurt me, despite the fact that he didn’t call them off. I was terrified though.

The dream interpretation site said that a dog in a dream could be a self-protective emotional barrier, so maybe the doggies that put their paws on my shoulders weren’t dangerous. They could have been guarding me from something. The man may have been irrelevant. There were two dogs. One was brown, which may mean I feel out of control wrt to a relationship or may be starting a new one. And the other doggo was white, symbolizing friendship and happiness. I guess this doggie dream was a much better dream than the first one, where the dogs were aggressive and chasing me ~ symbolizing anger with my ex. Even though these last two doggos were huge and put their paws on me, there was no actual threat.

Sometimes a dog is just a dog. 💖

Adorable golden retriever puppy

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Images credits Shelley Krupa and Diane K.

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