I Wish You Would Quit Doing That!

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Microblog Monday

Every time we had lunch, the conversation would begin with complaints about other people…people she knew, people she didn’t know but had to stand next to and people that she didn’t know and honestly had never met. I swear, I could write a book.

We don’t have lunch anymore. The last straw was on Thursday, Jan. 17 at the local Cheesecake Factory.  I hadn’t even sat down before she took one look at me and said “I wish you would quit doing that!”

What? I looked myself over and decided I was just fine…we didn’t even have lunch on that day. IMG_2391

Personally, I only have one complaint. I hate it when people have business meetings at my local Starbucks. It interferes with my caffeine uphoria. I don’t care what they are planning to do or who they are going to hire. Women with big notebooks talking endlessly about selling door to door are not nearly as interesting as they think they are. Sigh! I may have to give up Starbucks in addition to my luncheon dates and that is not good!

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Are My Dreams Better than Reality?

I love the idea of having a pet. Really I do. I want to love it and have it return my love with forgiveness and adoration. That is what I love the idea of possessing.

On the other hand, I really don’t want anything that is needy or whines at the door and meows to be let out in the night. I don’t want it to shed or need a litter box.

I have decided that I will just watch the squirrels out the window, fill the hummingbird feeder occasionally and dream about the perfect pet. The idea fills me with joy. Maybe that is enough.

Microblog Monday, which I missed again, still gives me ideas. Maybe that is enough too.

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I Can Do It Now

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I even turned off the computer because I was so confident I would remember what I was doing!

I always claimed that, unlike my mate, I would leave a task unfinished to respond to a request. That might explain why I have so many “drafts” of unfinished stories in my files. It is true. I can leave, respond and help now. I just cannot remember what I was doing before all of that. I might just be that I will be 73 tomorrow. But for today at least, you would think I could remember to at least press the “post” button!

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Three Word Wednesday….Beacon Grieve Kindred…Etta

Here is a piece I wrote in 2010 for a writing prompt website. It is just the beginning of what I loved to do.

I Changed My Mind...

This is written in a style of note taking.  The reader should build the story in their own mind as they read the notes.  I have not drawn any conclusions because it seems to me this piece of fiction could go just about any direction.  The novel notes are written by my fictional character, Etta and the newspaper is a college paper published weekly on the campus of the school she attended.  She found this article in the archives from 1949.  Etta attended college from 1959-1962.  It is all just for fun.  Enjoy
Beacon

Grieve

Kindred
Reference:  The Beacon Newspaper

October 12, 1949
Eastern Oregon College (EOC)
La Grande, Oregon
The case against Professor Elijah Honor was dropped.  “Evidence that pointed to his guilt in the disappearance of his wife was not sufficient to warrant pursuit of the case,” District Attorney John Liston pointed out.  Mrs. Honor went missing in…

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It’s time for a change…

I want to change what I already own. But redesign is not as easy at it seems sometimes.

Take for example, this blog. Several years ago, I think it was an election year but I am not certain, I started this blog and named it “It Crossed My Mind Blog”. The title without the word blog was not available. I wrote on it for quite a while and then the election was over and so was my reason for posting. So I decided to import another blog and all the archives here. I suppose I thought at the time this would be a safe place to store them. I had been using Blogger and they have a problem called blogrot which means that after about 3 years things begin to just wither away. That old blog went back to 2007.

Then I simply forgot all about it until it cropped up as I was looking at my WordPress homepage.

That was yesterday. Because I have been wanting to write more fiction, I felt the need to bring it back to life again.  However, the title did not work for me any more and the thought of change the domain name from https://itcrossedmymindblog.wordpress.com to something else made me tired. Instead, I decided to change the blog title and leave the domain untouched and move on to writing a little bit of fiction again.

Images from old blog posts:

China...News From the Inside
China, 2006
Semana Santa...Easter Holy Week 2003
Spain, 2003
She's A Cat Lady!!!
Texas, date lost in the mist!
Extravagant....Writer Island Prompt
California Wine Country

I hope you will read some of the older posts about Etta and other things that were on my mind back 8 years ago. I know I’m going to do just that. This experience reinforces the thoughts I had when I began writing. Looking back is fun sometimes!

Thank you for stopping by.

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I Lost My Mind!

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For the love of Pete!!!! Happy Birthday Shel Silverstein's

I gave up the domaine name for this blog but wordpress still has it…I thought all of the old blog posts were gone forever! Then I found that I had paid a bill to WordPress. Ordinarily a bill doesn’t come for a dead horse so I began looking through all my manure and sure enough there the rest of my life and mind was…alive and well.  I am very excited. And I love the look of the page. Life is good!

Straight to the Bone

There was always the problem of making the final decision. She depended on him to help her more than he really liked.  Everyday started with endless questions.

Did they want to go out to eat? What was she going to wear? How much perfume should a lady wear? Did the blouse need to be buttoned at the top? Did the dress make her look fat? Where at she put that red purse…the one with the black clasp?

He on the other hand knew exactly how he felt. No, it wasn’t the dress that made her look fat so she could stand to miss a meal or two. No they were not going out to eat so it didn’t matter if the blouse were unbuttoned or not. As for what she was going to wear, he had no opinion on that but would she please decide on her own. He hated the perfume that smelled like fly spray and the red purse both.

She was undecided and he came straight to the point.  It cut her to the bone!

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