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SoCS – Cookie Monster

Day 357

Today is Stream of Consciousness Saturday brought to us again by Linda Hill. The prompt Linda has given us this week is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “blue.” Talk about the first blue object you see when you sit down to write your post. Have fun!


Cookie Monster stares at me across the room with his bright blue face and wide white eyes. He has that look in his eye like he is on the hunt for cookies — any kind I would imagine — as that appears to be his mainstay.

This particular version is carefully painted on the back of my granddaughter’s chair. He sits across from his friend Elmo and is also painted in bright blue on the surface of the table. It is as if he is giving us fair warning that any cookies in close proximity are certainly at risk. He looks innocent enough with that constant grin on his face, but honestly, those are the kind you need to look out for.

There is also a stuffed version of him lurking somewhere in the toy box. He is warm and cuddly and fluffy enough, but I would not trust those innocent looking eyes.

Consider yourself warned.


Linda has all the scoop over at her place. Read the rules, check out the comments, then give it a go.

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SoCS – Happy Anniversary

Day 349

Today is Stream of Consciousness Saturday brought to us again by Linda Hill. The prompt Linda has given us this week is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “weigh/way/whey.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you do that last thing. Enjoy!

I cannot help but remember 23 years ago we dodged another hurricane. We had planned our wedding at my soon to be sister-in-law’s house in Charleston, SC when Fran turned and headed straight toward us.

The city offices were closing so we had to rush to get our license. We could not get fresh flowers. The bakery could not make our cake because they had to focus on bread. The minister could not meet with us as planned. Our guests that had to fly in started to cancel and we were fortunate our caterer let us adjust our headcount at the last minute. It was not the way we had thought it would go.

On Friday the storm turned. The whey-like clouds parted and it was a beautiful evening for our rehearsal dinner. On Saturday, it was beautiful and everything went off without a hitch. We had less than fresh flowers but the FRESHEST cake ever! It was perfect.

If I weigh the stress of that week to the happiness we have shared over these 23 years, there is no comparison. Happiness wins out hands down.

Want to try your hand at writing stream of consciousness? Waltz over to Linda’s blog, check out the rules and read all the other lovely contributions to SoCS.

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SoCS – The Simplicity of a Couch

Day 342

Today, Linda again provides a place for us to practice stream of consciousness writing. Her prompt today is:

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

Since my daughter has been home, the couch has been the place where she has recovered nestled under her favorite blanket with her family around her.

We have spent time sitting on the couch talking, watching my granddaughter’s favorite movies, waiting for news about the storm and even releasing the tears of pent up worries.

At night I have gone out on the patio to sit on the outdoor sofa to chat with hubby. Bella, their feral rescue cat, takes that as an immediate invitation to sit and be petted. She considers the outside furniture her domain.

When I was younger I longed to be fancy and call our sofa a divan or a settee. Then my cousin talked about having a chesterfield and I thought nothing could ever be finer in comparison to our plain old vanilla couch.

The storm track has moved out to sea as of this morning. We are no longer in the ‘cone’. But we all know the storm is capable of changing at any moment. No one is letting their guard down but we would all love to couch any further hurricane discussions.

My daughter is much improved today although she has been sleeping a lot. I am praying we have rounded a corner and it will be better from this point forward.

If you would like to give SoCS a shot, check out the rules over at Linda’s blog. Take a gander at what everyone else had to say about couches today.

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SoCS Saturday – Over Yonder They Still Do

Day 335

How Linda does all that she manages never ceases to amaze me. Yet, here we are again with another Saturday of stream of consciousness writing at her invitation. This week, we go back to English class and study parts of speech. This time specifically, prepositions. Linda’s prompt this week is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “preposition” Start your post with any preposition. Bonus points if you end with one too. Enjoy!


Over yonder. That phrase has been in my head since yesterday when we drove through the places where my ancestors first settled into the southeastern part of the country.

Over yonder means ‘over there’ I suppose. But yonder to a child usually meant a ‘fer piece’.

I wrote about the Paw Paw Patch song a while back. There is a line in the song that says “way down yonder”.

Yesterday, I realized the people living in the ancestral places of my great-great grandparents still grow tobacco over yonder. I have not seen field of tobacco growing in years.

You may not know that the government at one time subsidized tobacco growers. This was a means of controlling the amount of tobacco grown and the price per pound at the auction after harvest.

Our family never grew tobacco, but it was a cash crop and survival for a lot of small farmers. Growing tobacco is a lot of work. Seeds are set out under ‘hot beds’ covered in cheesecloth in the early spring. Later they would be transplanted, topped and suckered as the season progressed. The tobacco is eventually harvested by cutting the stalks (or leaves in some cases) and moving them to a barn to dry before farmers take them to a tobacco warehouse for the fall auction. Buyers would offer a price based on the quality of the plants.

There were seasons when farmers were paid not to grow in a given year. Or older farmers unable to work the fields were often leasing their allotments to other farmers for a percentage of the harvest.

The government stopped the subsidy in 2004. A lot of farmers withdrew from tobacco farming. It still seems to be thriving in some places. As much as our tobacco use has gone down in the US, there is great demand in developing countries. Which we know means a lot more people will die from this very addictive habit.

It seems consumers of tobacco are not hard to come by.


In need of a Saturday challenge to boost your weekend blogging? I suggest you check out Linda Hill’s blog to read all the rules and take in all the different ways of handling a single prompt.

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SoCS – Success or Failure

Day 328

Linda gives us a to hyphenate or not to hyphenate challenge today. The prompt is simple:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!


Some people start out slowly.

Then maybe they co-mingle.

And move on to co-habitate.

And maybe they co-create and bring children into the world.

Sadly often the end result is simply co-existing

Until all the co’s are gone.

Except co-parenting which can be the hardest co of all.


If you are curious and want to practice writing stream-of–consciousness style, why not click over to Linda Hill’s blog and check out all the rules. I highly recommend you take the time to read what other participants have written. It is one of the highlights of my Saturdays. Then give it a shot!

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SoCS – The Paw Paw Patch

Day 321

Linda tempts us with bonus points again this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Start your post with the word “where” and write whatever comes to you. Bonus points if you end your post with “where” too. Enjoy!


Where oh where is poor little Maggie
Where oh where is poor little Maggie
Where on where is poor little Maggie
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch

The Paw-paw patch is an Appalachian folk song we sang as a family any time we took a long trip. The following verses are about finding the person in the paw-paw patch and seeing them picking up paw-paws and putting them in their pockets.

It was also featured in the Bare Necessities song in “Jungle Book”.

Paw-paw fruit comes from a tree native to North America and common in the Appalachians. The fruit is a soft custard-like fruit that does not last long and it therefore uncommon to find in any grocery stores. It might be available at some farmer’s markets but it has a very short shelf life.

The unfortunate thing about the tree is that it requires insects for pollination and as a result, the flowers emit a scent similar to that of rotting meat.

Everything has its pros and cons though, don’t you think? The pro is that early tests show the paw-paw may have cancer-fighting properties.

All I know is my two-year-old granddaughter now sings the song and it goes on forever because everyone she knows gets lost in the paw-paw patch.

It seems the paw-paw can be slightly poisonous to some people.

If you are ever looking for poor little Maggie, just come looking. You’ll know where.


Head over to Linda’s blog to see where the other participants took this prompt. Check out the rules and give it a shot!