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SoCS – Some Things Don’t ‘ad’ Up

Even in the midst of the craziness that is NaNoWriMo, Linda still finds time to drop in and leave us a prompt for our Saturday ritual of stream of consciousness writing. This should be easy considering I am writing my entire Nano novel in that style. Linda has upped the ante with this prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flyer/ad.” Look at the latest ad you got in the mail (if it’s a store flyer, choose the product right in the middle of the page) or choose the next online ad you find, and theme your post on whatever the product is. Do not name the brand if you hate it, unless you add that it’s an opinion/review of the product in question. You don’t want to chance getting sued. Have fun!


We went to our friends’ family art show/sale this evening.  We picked up the mail when we came home which is later than normal. As I looked through the mail, I saw only one ad. For the U.S. Postal Service. I guess competition this time of year is tough.

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It’s funny because I just mailed three LEGO advent calendars to three of our grandchildren. The cost to mail them was the equivalent of the cost of one of the advent calendars.

I remember when the post office did not need to advertise. They were about the only option available to we ‘common folk’. The mail carriers were important to life and communication. We always knew our mail carriers by name.

Both my parents were mail carriers when we lived in Ohio. Everyone knew them, too. My dad had a truck route and my mom had a foot route. Sometimes my dad worked on the weekend doing collection service from the mailboxes around town. Remember how easy mailboxes were to find? There was one on almost every major corner and store. This reminds me I once mistook a mailbox for my boyfriend. I will write that story some day!

Did you know the phrase “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” is NOT the official motto of the U.S. postal service? That phrase was extracted from translated works of Herodotus and was written about the Persian couriers in 500 BC.

So now the post office needs to advertise. I wonder if the hiked postage rates go toward advertising? Wouldn’t that be a kick in the pants?

Some of the best advertising about the post office had to come from the movie “Miracle on 34th Street”. Here’s the clip.

We will watch this movie, probably sometime Thanksgiving weekend. Which reminds me about one more thing about the post office. I will also spend that first week of December writing out and mailing Christmas cards. Yes, I know. It is expensive and no one sends them much anymore. Well, maybe nobody but me.

And of course I bought holiday stamps, too. They were advertised on the bulletin board in the post office. It was an impulse buy when I mailed those packages!


If you would be interested in joining in this writing challenge, spend some time reading the comments (where everyone leaves links to their weekly SOCS post) over at Linda’s blog. Then read the rules I n her post and give it a whirl.

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SoCS – Dream a Little Dream

While trying to stay warm, Linda has suggested this as our SoCS topic this week.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dream.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use any way you’d like. Enjoy!


This topic has unleashed a plethora of thoughts about dreams and dreaming. This is going to be the most stream of consciousness writing I have ever done for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

The first topic to come up was The Mamas and The Papas and the song “Dream a Little Dream”. The song is so rich in harmony you could describe it as dreamy. (See what I did there?)

From there I am jumping to “Dreamboat Annie” by the group heart. Now the train has traveled on to The Everly Brothers and the song “All I Have To Do Is Dream”. What is with all the music references? This isn’t Song Lyric Sunday for crying out loud.

Speaking of crying out loud, have you ever cried out in your sleep from a dream or a nightmare? I was told I yelled something out in my sleep during the retreat. I do not know what or why.

Thinking about the retreat, we all left with steps to work on to get us close to achieving a dream we held for ourselves. I suppose everyone has a dream, but does everyone have a dream realized? I am working toward my dream every day. I have achieved dream in my life. One was moving back where I was close to “my mountains”. These mountains are the place where I feel centered and at peace.

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Even with the fall color waning, the views are still beautiful, don’t you think?

It is no coincidence the children of immigrant parents brought into this country illegally were called Dreamers. Can you imagine living in a place where dreams seemed impossible?

My mind has now shifted back to the song “Dreamboat Annie” which reminds me that young girls used to call the handsome guy of their dreams dreamboats. Did you ever have a dreamboat?

It is now past my bedtime, but it is officially Saturday here so technically I can post my SoCS post.

SWEET DREAMS EVERYONE.


There is a lot of fun going on over at the SoCS post on Linda’s blog. Why not come and check out the rules and read what everyone has to say about dreams today.

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SoCS – What I Ought to be Doing

It’s Friday evening and I am writing my Stream of Consciousness Saturday post tonight. I will be in a pastel drawing class all day tomorrow so I want to get this ready to go tonight.

As always, the lovely Linda Hill is our hostess and she serves this treat to us this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ght.” Find a word that contains the letters “ght” in that order, and use it any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use three or more different words containing those letters. Have fun!


Here it is, day 8 of NaNoWriMo. I know what I ought to be doing – writing my novel. I have been writing like crazy tonight as opposed to yesterday when I was fraught with doubt and feeling like I could not or would not finish. Ha! I recognize you, inner critic, now back off!

My novel is choppy and will need loads of editing, but I am writing and that is key. It is eight o’clock and I still have plenty of time to meet my word count goal for the day. I will be out for the day tomorrow, but I am finding have a little break time between writing sessions has been good for me. I have all day Sunday to write so I am feeling good especially if I am all caught up.

Sometimes I think using our other senses helps find that often sought after muse. She’s a sly one I tell you.

I don’t know who taught me to write. I suppose a lot of people throughout my life. Maybe you cannot teach the love of writing. As Margaret Atwood (and many others along the way might have implied), “You become a writer by writing. So do it, do it more.”

Now back to writing. I have fought it long enough. It will actually be good to get a little ahead of the game.


You know what they say. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. Want to join in on the SoCS fun? How about checking out the rules over at Linda’s blog? Be sure to stop by and read the links in the comments. There are so many great bloggers participating.

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SoCS – Scrat and Other Nuts

No matter what is on her plate, Linda Hill always makes time for us to gather here with our stream of consciousness meanderings. Thank you, Linda! Today’s prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “nuts.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!


The first thing that came to mind was the character Scrat in the Ice Age movies. When you have grandchildren, I guarantee you will watch movies like this over and over which could drive you nuts unless you love them as much as we do.

Scrat is a squirrel-like creature who is always on a journey for what appears to be the last acorn before or after the Ice Age. It is an often futile effort, much like the coyote’s attempts to catch the roadrunner.

Love is another thing that can drive us nuts. Especially when you confuse infatuation with love as in this clip.

WordPress has been driving me nuts lately. Maybe I have been over-taxing it and my followers with the number of posts I put up when copying some of my short fiction pieces over to my blog.

We also eat a lot of nuts in this household. Mostly cashews, walnuts and almonds. I love eating nuts with apples or pears. Yummy. And we always plop a few nuts on top of our salads. Last night I picked a huge bowl of lettuce mix from our garden so we could eat it before the threat of frost. My favorite part of the salad was the fresh dill and the arugula. And you may think I am nuts, but that reminds me of one of my favorite scenes from the broadway show “Into the Woods”. Bernadette Peters was amazing as the witch.

Time to shut this post and move on to writing my novel for Nano which also may drive me nuts!


Check out all the rules on Linda’s blog. Then check the comments to read all the other SoCS posts for today.

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SoCS – A Red and White Dress

It’s time for another edition of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. First of all, congratulations to Shelley over at Quaint Revival for winning the SoCS badge contest!

Our generous host, Linda Hill, has given us this prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dress.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!


I was in high school when my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was a hard time for our family. Money was tough to come by.

I had a boyfriend I really liked and he invited me to a dance — a Valentine’s Dance. I was so excited but apprehensive about it because I knew there was no money for frivolous things. What would I wear for such a special occasion?

A few days before the dance, mom asked me to go for a ride with her.

“Where to?” I asked as we climbed into her blue Buick Electra 225.

“Maybe nowhere. Just a drive.”

We drove to a nearby community and mom pulled into a discount department store (maybe a Zayre’s). It did not take long to process the look on her face – she was sneaky proud. Mom wanted me to have a dress for the dance.

Somehow, mom had squirreled away a little money. I remember feeling guilty but also excited. I walked through the junior department and there on the rack was the perfect dress.

I went into the dressing room and tried it on. To me it was beautiful even though looking back it was made with that not-so-fashionable double-knit polyester of the time. The dress was red and white with a lace-up peasant top.

Mom said, “You like it?” and I nodded yes.

We went to the register and paid for that red and white Valentine’s dress. I think it cost $10, but even now, I don’t think I ever had a more beautiful dress.

The funny thing is I do not remember a thing about the dance. I only remember how happy it made my mom when she could buy me that dress. This is one of the times when I learned about the important kind of love between a mother and daughter. The dance didn’t matter and the money didn’t matter and the cancer didn’t matter. Not even the $10 dress mattered.

All that mattered was the love.

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Check out all the rules on Linda’s blog. Then check the comments to read all the other SoCS posts for today.

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SoCS – Terra Firma

It’s time for another edition of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Our generous host, Linda Hill, has given us this prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ground.” Use it as a noun or a verb in any tense (i.e. grind). Have fun!


Today is all about the terra firma –  ground.

It’s Saturday morning and the first thing I am going to do is grind some good ole’ Kona coffee beans – decaf of course! It’s a nice way to start the day or else I would never be able to hit the ground running.

Last night I was FaceTiming with my almost-10-year-old granddaughter. She sent me a text of 20 ground-breaking videos she made with some video app she has on her phone. Well, she thinks they are ground-breaking at least! As her grandmother, I think they are cute.

Switching gears here – did you ever get grounded as a kid? I hear most children say on restriction these days, but I am not sure it means the same thing. It only happened to me once and I blame it fully on my sister. I was with some friends in the neighborhood and my good friend Cindy and I went to see a make-shift cabin two of the neighborhood boys built in the treed lot beside one of their houses. It was nearing dusk and we decided it was time to high tail it home. A car turned the corner and my friend said, “Is that your mom’s car?” I laughed and said, “No, her car doesn’t have sidelights.” Ha. I was wrong. My parents never gave me a curfew and I never abused it. This night my sister got my mom worked up and kept asking her “what would the neighbors think?” about me being out after dark with boys. It’s funny to think about it now. It was all perfectly innocent. That was my one and only experience with being grounded.

I like being retired. I do not have a daily grind any more — except for that coffee I talked about earlier. I do not miss it. I think grind implies the work might be tedious or boring. My profession was never boring. But I still don’t miss getting up and going to work every day.

I think I should stop here before I run this blog post into the ground. My mind is running wild and not well-grounded in thought. More coffee please.


Check out all the rules on Linda’s blog. Then check the comments to read all the other SoCS posts for today.