SoCS – Hundreds and Hundreds!

Linda gives us a math prompt of sorts for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now. Enjoy!

What do I have hundreds of in my house right now? Hmmm. Depends on whether or not I count the garage, too.

In our house we have more than 100 books. We have 8 bookcases, three are 6 1/2’ tall and four are 7’ tall. But wait! We also have books on almost every table in our house. We have books in boxes, too.

Hubby likes to keep every book he ever read, me, not so much. I have my favorites that I hang onto. I do not re-read books very often. Before we retired, hubby said he was keeping all his books so he could reread them in retirement. We have been retired four years now and he still buys books, but mostly on Kindle now. Oh, yeah, we both have books on Kindle although I try to read my books from the library.

We did donate a lot of books before we moved from the house we owned to the rental house in Florida. That was hard for hubby, but honestly, I don’t think either of us have missed them.

I still like to buy books written by people I know. Those I keep.

Now, if I count the garage, we have more than 100 tools. Between my jewelry tools 🧰 and our household tools 🛠 and the garage tools ⚒️ we have a lot. Hubby has tools that belonged to his dad. In Florida, tools would rust in the garage because of the humidity. I have even blogged about my love of tools.

Last week, before I cleaned and vacuumed, I could have written about the more than 100 dust bunnies in our house, but not any more!


SoCS – Brush it Off

Linda gives us a simple prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. Have fun!

My paternal grandfather always told me his sister brushed her hair 100 strokes every night to make it shiny. He encouraged me to also brush my hair 100 strokes, too. I tried, but I was a kid and that took forever it seemed!

“Brush your breath with Dentyne.” 

Is Dentyne gum even sold anymore? Those little tiny pieces of pink gum wrapped in red and white paper with the little ‘sting’ when chewed. I guess that’s what brushed your breath.

I never imagined a time when simple contact with another human being could mean a possible brush with death. Thank you 2020. Living through a pandemic was nothing I ever imagined.

The Fuller Brush man often came to my grandmother’s house. There were three door-to-door sales people that my grandmother bought from: Fuller Brush, Jewell Tea (where she also bought her ‘Autumn Leaf’ dish-ware), and Watkins which sold spices and Liniment for sore muscles. I was always fascinated by their cases that held their wares. Alfred Fuller’s father had good advice which we can still learn from today”

Alfred Fuller’s father would often look at his hands and say “These are your fortune, boy. Be suspicious of anyone who shows you how to make a living without using them.”

Now here’s a stream of consciousness thought. When was the last time you bought a brush and what kind of brush was it? Mine was a toothbrush – electric. I remember lots of brushes as a child. Not near as many these days. My Dad’s shoeshine kit had several different types and sizes of brushes. Do people polish shoes any more? We had scrub brushes, and bottle brushes, horse brushes, cat and dog brushes, scalp brushes for a baby’s cradle cap, fingernail brushes, scrub brushes, hair brushes, and toilet brushes. I guess all those brushes are still around but not used as frequently these days. Oh, I almost forgot the tiny brushes that came with an electric razor to clean out the whiskers. And I had soft lens brushes to clean my camera lens. Just the other day I used a tiny brush designed specifically to clean out my hummingbird feeder.

It’s time to brush off these thoughts and get moving. I am delivering goodies to my grandchildren today. Socially distanced, no hugging, but at least I will be able to see their faces.






SoCS – Pros and Cons

If it is a debate you want, Linda has the perfect prompt this week for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!

I am tired of conflict. I am tired of problems. I am tired of consternation. I no longer have the proclivity to argue the pros and cons of viruses, elections, masks, or the proverbial chicken and egg theories that encompass everything.

I am not convinced mankind can ever agree on anything and that inability to compromise will keep us divided.

As improbable as it seems, I am constantly trying to think positively. I hold thoughts of forward progress and discovering constructive ways to work as a nation of people who hold the same values.

Now I am off to process this isolation conundrum.




SoCS – This Week’s Prompt is Spot On

It has been cooler here,  but the humidity is still unbearable. Glad to see Linda had some cooler weather when she decided about the prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spot.” Write whatever image the word “spot” invokes. Have fun!

When my brother and I were young, we saw a movie that involved some British people. From that point on, we tried our best to be British — something about the accent. I can still see him saying “Care for a spot of tea, mate?” We had no idea what we were saying. I do not think I ever heard a British person say those words.

Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot, and Puff. Remember them? “Run, Spot, run!” Yes, those books were my early readers. I never had a dog named Spot. As a matter of fact, I do not know anyone who ever had a dog named Spot.

When I started my web design business, my mentor urged me to buy a radio spot. All I could have ever afforded would have run about 7:00 am on a Saturday. I did not see that as a worthwhile investment. Who is up at 7:00 am on Saturday morning looking for a web designer? I passed.

I live in the country. We have red clay and lots of dust. Recently, hubby cut a lot of our overgrown bushes and I mean a LOT. What I am trying to tell you is that my house is not spotless. My friend recently said you could eat off her floors. Please do not eat off my floors. I would fear for your life.

Several people in my life are in a tough spot concerning their relationships. I think this time of quarantine has been rough on some people — especially if there was already a little wobble in the relationship.

When I was a kid I was fascinated with buried treasure. Perhaps it was reading all the Nancy Drew books, but I always wanted to find a treasure map. I was so desperate I drew one of my own with a big X marks the spot right in the middle. I could not garner any interest in finding my non-existent treasure. I discovered it was probably more fun to be the discoverer of hidden treasure than the person who hid it.

That brings up another memory. Remember Mad magazine? The back cover was always a foldable page that revealed a different picture or phrase. They were called “fold-ins”. I seem to remember more than one of them being a map of some sort.

That’s the last bit for me.