SoCS: home

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. 

Home is something everyone longs for, works for and needs to be in at the end of the day. We all just want to go home; to feel safe and secure. We need a safe and secure place to sleep because we are unconscious for 7 or 8 hours!

But I believe ‘home’ is also a longing of the soul. The feeling that we don’t belong here, that we just want to go home: I believe the soul longs to return to its source, its home. Where that is, is for you to find.

I am a huge homebody. I love to be at home and whenever I’m out, I can’t wait to get home. I have to go out to fight against agoraphobia. Any extra money I can get above living expenses will go to something for my home.

I’m really glad I travelled so much while I was young and had lots of energy. And it was a hell of a lot easier, cheaper and safer to travel in the olden days! But I’m happy I’ve been to so many places that I love to say, “I’ve been there!” and then sing “I’ve been everywhere, man, I’ve been everywhere. . ..”

I wasn’t so committed to ‘home’ as I am now. Many times, while I was travelling, I didn’t even have a home! A Volkswagen bus was my home for 10 months travelling around Europe. But it was my cozy, tidy home. I would prefer camper travelling to hotels because it’s your home. Nobody else slept in that bed.

But I don’t travel anymore, any money I get goes towards my home. I save up for repairs and winter heating, not vacations, but that’s OK. I am very grateful to have my own house.

I sure love my home!

SoCS: ring

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you use it as both. 

Ring. ring, ring. . . think. OMG brain please get off what you have been dwelling on and think about RING!

The bell is ringing on my bullshit meter so loud I can’t hear anything else! * Alarm bell! * Shit receptacle filled to overflowing! Ring, ring. . . do not add more!

I don’t want to write out blow by blow account of getting emotionally dumped on from several directions. It’s funny (not funny) how things come in clusters. Maybe I could have withstood one person at a time to give me chance to digest it bit by bit. But it all came over the course of one week and it was awful.

I am so filled up with bullshit, I stink! Peeeeuuuuu. . . yucky! Who wants to be around that?

ring, ring ring. . . !!!!

SoCS: silent letters

Anyone here play Wordle and/or Quordle? I play them every morning and I’m getting pretty darn good at it. I pride myself in getting the words in 3 or 4 tries.

But what screws you up are the words like: light, fight, right, might, sight and it turns out to be night.

What a weird word when you look at it: _ight. It must be some kind of old English. With the evolution of language it will probably become fite, site, etc.

Like favourite and colour . . . yes, us old colonizers still spell it that way!

Reign over us, King Charles III. (Laugh out loud)

And while I’m here: how can people be sad that Queen Elizabeth died “unexpectantly” at 96? She lived an incredible life, had a loving family. She passed quickly and peacefully in her favourite home in Scotland. No one had to fly in to wait around a death bed for days on end. Excuse me: that isn’t sad! That’s damn lucky! I’m happy for them all! Jolly good!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word that contains a silent letter.” Choose a word that contains a silent letter and use it in your post, or write about words with silent letters in general.

SoCS: why

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” 

‘Why?’ is something I have given up asking. I’ve wasted too much time wondering why people do the things they do (or don’t do) but lately I’ve come the conclusion that it doesn’t matter why. It is what it is and it doesn’t matter why. Probably better off not knowing why: it might be too upsetting.

Coincidentally, this very subject got blown up in public (well, on Facebook) this week so thank you Linda for reading my mind and letting me defend myself.

I have a friend who takes everything to the extreme. Its love/hate, black/ white, good/ evil and nothing in between. She doesn’t simply dislike certain politicians, she hates them: they are so vile they shouldn’t even live. . . etc. The things she says about her mother would curl your hair.

We write to each other by e-mail and she visits here 2 or 3 times a year. Just last week I wrote to her about how I stopped asking myself why people do what they do. Little did she know she was included in with ‘people’. She doesn’t want me to stay at her place in Toronto for some reason; I don’t know why. Tonight she is having a huge party with a band for her 70th birthday. They even rented a hall. She started out right from the get-go saying that she knew I wouldn’t be able to attend.

So I the day after I wrote to my friend about giving up on ‘why’, I found she had posted this on my Facebook timeline. (I have to go back to FB to get it)

Holy Crap! This is what I mean about taking things to the extremes! I do not consider any of these people to be terrible human beings! I love them! And what would she think if she knew she was one of these “terrible human beings”! I don’t think this at all! I think people have their reasons. And same with her, some of you have even suggested in past posts about why she might not want to invite me to her place. I’m sure there is a reason.

But why doesn’t matter.