Monthly Archives: August 2018

Dear Diary – January 22 – 31, 1961

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Dear Diary – January 22 – 31, 1961

  

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For those who haven’t seen my Dear Diary posts before, a little explanation. This is my actual diary I wrote in for a full year, when I was 10 years old. I wrote every day, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, sometimes funny, sometimes boring, but it was all recorded. Names of relatives are only first initials with relationship in parentheses. I’ve typed the entries just as I wrote them, misspellings and all, but corrected in parentheses. More posts of Dear Diary can be found by using categories, or search box. Hope you enjoy reading my childhood diary! 🙂

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Dear Diary,

1/22/61 – We went to eat dinner over to grand-ma’s. After dinner we all went riding. we went to Abbernathy, (Abernathy), New Deal, Hale center, Plainview, and to Tulia & Happy (all little TX towns around here). When we home we went over to Grand-ma’s and ate supper. When we came home we went to bed.

1/23/61 – I went to school and had fun. After I came home we went to get a book about birds and butterflys (butterflies) {these were a type of illustrated children’s encyclopedia they offered at the grocery store each week}. When we got home we ate supper and then played a game. Then we went to bed.

1/24/61 – I went to school. It snowed all day. When I was going to get In the car the door was stuck so we got in the front of the car. When I got home the trees were covered with Ice. then I traced some pictures. Then I went to bed.

1/25/61 – I went to school and got my report card. I brought my grades up. When I got home I showed It to mother and daddy. then I played and then I went to bed.

1/26/61 – I went to school. It snowed all day. daddy didn’t work today. at school we went to the museum. we went to see Ranching. we rode on a bus over there.

1/27/61 – I went to school and had fun. It snowed again. we did not go bowling because it snowed.

1/28/61 – today is Saturday and I did not go to school. P (sister) and I went out and played in the snow. we drwe (drew) all day.

1/29/61 – we played all day. we played with tinker toys and Paper dolls. Grand ma and Grand-pa, N (aunt) and B (uncle), H (uncle), and B (aunt) came over. when they went home we watched tv then we went to bed.

1/30/61 – I went to school and had an acheighment Test (achievement test). when I got home P (sister) and I got to ply (play) in the snow. when daddy came home we went to the store and got a book about cats and money. Grandpa came and got our dog house, so their puppy could sleep in it. then we went to bed.

1/31/61 – I went to school and we finished our test. When I got home I played outside. the snow has melted. M and O (friends of my parents) came over and we showed fims (films – home movies). When they went home we went to bed.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Share Your World

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Share Your World – August 27, 2018

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Do you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts?

I would dearly love to eat food with nuts, or just plain nuts of any kind. I miss them, but on Dr.’s advice, I cannot any more.

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Closed, but not usually all the way shut.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time?

I’d normally be late, or barely showing up at the right time, but the Mr. tries to get us where we’re going early…sometimes way too early.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 43

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 43

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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During the night, Ghost had bad dreams. He seemed to hear the eerie voice he’d heard before, saying he was never supposed to be here at all…and of spiders crawling down the walls and into his bed. He called out to Steve, to help him in his dream, and he actually did call out loud, and Steve heard him, and went to Ghost’s room. Steve hadn’t been asleep yet at all. He’d just tossed around thinking of where the journal could be, and what it might say about Ghost, the picture, and how it probably wasn’t good. He worried how it would make Ghost feel.

He got into Ghost’s bed, holding him close, while Ghost continued to dream. He knew Ghost would tell him about those crazy dreams in the morning. He always did. At last Steve started humming an old song, and it calmed him enough to sleep.

Both of them slept late, the next morning. Bleary eyed, Steve looked at the time, and quickly made coffee, gulping some down. If he didn’t really hurry, he’d be late for work. He shook Ghost mostly awake, telling him he’d be back after work, and to keep looking for the journal. Ghost just mumbled uh-huh, and rolled over. Steve wasn’t sure Ghost would actually keep looking. He seemed reluctant, but this was pretty important.

Ghost finally stumbled into the kitchen for coffee. Sitting at the table, he thought about his awful dreams. He wrote all his dreams down in a separate notebook. Then, he wondered if he should look for the mystery journal. First, he tried to get a sense of where it might be. He closed his eyes and pushed his mind into every corner of the house…nothing. So he started looking through the books again. He didn’t get very far, without Steve there to keep him focused.

His ADD was worse than it had been in awhile, so he was distracted by the titles of the books, and kept thumbing through, reading bits and pieces. Reading about herbs and spices made him hungry, so he went to fix a sandwich. Taking it out to the front porch, he sat in the old swing, and tried to think of some words to a new song. Words were coming to him fast, so he had to go get his lyrics notebook. He wrote for awhile. Getting sleepy now, he dozed off, there on the porch swing.

Waking some time later, he noticed the star sign he’d painted on the porch in front of the door. It was faded. He found his little jars of paint, and re-did the whole warding off sign. As he passed by the books he’d left scattered around the living room, he remembered he was supposed to be searching the house.

“Damn, this is the longest day ever,” he muttered to himself. “When’s Steve coming home?”

He figured he’d better try looking some more. Steve would ask if he had, but it was too overwhelming…too much to look through.

“This is impossible,” he thought, as he stood in the back room, with the dusty little bottles and boxes of herbs, antique medicines, and…spiders. He hurried out of that room, shutting the door.

He sighed, “Now what?”

As he looked out the back screen door, he thought he saw something move over in the thick trees. “Probably a raccoon,” he thought, but got spooked, anyway, and shut and locked the back and front doors. He looked through the books again…no luck.

Finally, finally he heard the gravel on the driveway crunching, then Steve was banging on the door. “Hey, let me in, Ghost!”

Ghost hurried to unlock the door, and nearly knocked Steve down, with a big hug and kisses. “I thought you’d never get home, Steve! I missed you so much. I don’t like being here by myself, it’s boring and scary.” Ghost rattled on and on. Steve smiled at the enthusiastic homecoming.

They sat on the couch, each with a beer, and Steve observed the books lying around. “Any luck?” he asked.

“No, not yet,” Ghost said.

“So, where all did you look?”

“Well, the books, and I tried to look in the back room, but I thought there was spiders looking at me, so I had to not look in there,” Ghost explained.

“Okay, I’ll help you look now,” Steve said, patiently, knowing pretty much how it had gone that day with Ghost. He’d known Ghost so long, he could predict that he’d have gotten way off course and distracted. Ghost grinned at Steve, and looked at him through fallen strands of hair on his face.

“Yeah…you’re right, that’s pretty much what happened.”

Steve knew Ghost had heard what he’d been thinking. “So, let’s finish up these books, ok?” Steve went to the book wall. Ghost followed. They both just stared at how much there was left, but then started in again.

“It’s no use to keep looking, Steve,” Ghost complained. They’d been at it for about half an hour.”I want to go somewhere,” he continued. “I’ve been here for a bunch of days. I’m tired of staying in the house.”

Steve sighed, “I know, Ghost, but I just got home. I don’t want to walk all the way back to town. I’ve got to get a car.”

“How ya gonna do that?” asked Ghost.

“Well, I had an idea. Terry has a couple of old junkers he’s not using, maybe he’d let me pay a little out of my paycheck each week, for one of them. I’m gonna ask him.”

They began to plan where they’d go when they got a car, and Ghost was distracted from going somewhere that night. They still weren’t finding anything in the books.

“I’m looking in the kitchen,” said Ghost, “and I’m hungry again.”

Giving up on the books, Steve went to the back room and opened the door. He’d never been comfortable going in there, even when Ghost and he would sneak in there as kids. It was kind of spooky, but he went in anyway, just to try and poke around. He moved a few dusty boxes, and stomped on the floor, hoping to find a loose floorboard, or a secret safe behind the boxes, but a real spider crawled out from the shelf. Steve decided to get out of there.

“Maybe later,” he told himself. He went back to the kitchen, and took in the strange sight of Ghost, standing up on top of the cabinet, throwing stuff out onto the floor, from the top shelves.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Aiii,” Ghost hollered, almost falling off. “You scared me!”

“Well?” Steve asked.

“I’m looking, what does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re making a mess, and trying to fall and break your neck. That’s what it looks like”

“I’m gonna clean it up. This stuff is so old, it’s probably got spiders in it.” There were half used up boxes of cereal, rusty cans, outdated seasonings, and other miscellaneous kitchen items.

“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Steve said, grabbing a garbage bag, filling it with the thrown out things.

“Why are you so scared of spiders, Ghost? They’re just little bitty bugs.” He didn’t mention the fright he’d had himself, not ten minutes ago.

“I don’t know, they’re just creepy. I never liked them.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Simple Man – Song Lyric Sunday – Plan

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 8/26/18

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Happy Sunday! It’s time again for SLS, and Helen has given the prompt word, ‘plan’. Thanks, Helen!

At first I didn’t think I could find a song for this, and so I started googling. I found a lot of songs with the word ‘plan’ in the titles, but none I recognized. So, I kept thinking. A plan…songs about a plan…planning something…what rhymes with plan? Man…man with a plan… Maybe it didn’t have to actually have the word ‘plan’ in there, and could be a sort of a guideline or suggestion of something to do, and plan for. Yes!

Here’s a song I love very much ever since I first heard it. It seems to be a mother talking to her son, giving him her thoughts on how to live a good and satisfying life. Her words to him were a plan for him to follow, if he could, to ensure his happiness in the future.

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“Simple Man”, by Lynyrd Skynyrd, was released from their album, “Pronounced Leh-nerd Skin-nerd”, in 1973. It was written by Ronnie Van Zant and Gary Rossington, and is on the Sounds of the South label.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

 

3 Day Lyric Challenge – Day Three

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3 Day Lyric Challenge – Day Three

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https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/day-1-of-3-lyrical-challenge/

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So, we come to the last day of the 3 day challenge. It’s been fun, and I want to thank Paula, again, for nominating me for this. 🙂

I’m leaving this challenge open to anyone else who’d like to post some favorite songs.

1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

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Just another fun song to sing along to. It’s funny that some songs sound so happy, yet are about break-ups, or being unsure of a relationship. I guess upbeat music, and smiles help you carry on with whatever is going on in your life. Good way to be!

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“Build Me Up Buttercup”, by the Foundations, was released in 1968. It was written by Mike d’Abo, and Tony Macaulay, and is on the Pye,Uni label.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Notice

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Notice

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 25/18

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We have a new SOCS badge! It’s really pretty! Congratulations to the winner of the design contest –  Pamela 

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Notice Notice Notice

I don’t like to get a notice. They are usually for something bad, like an overdue bill, or some scam you get in the mail, thinking you’ll be fooled into thinking it’s something important. Just stop already! Stop with the screaming Notice. Most times it is not that urgent, and is just calling attention to itself for no reason.

Notice

I’m just taking a little break until I think of something else to say about this.

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Notice

Maybe you didn’t notice, but I took a reallllly long break…probably about 24 hours or more. I didn’t notice when I stopped typing on this yesterday, but down at the bottom of this post is a notice that I last edited it at 11:02 a.m.  That has to be wrong, because I was sound asleep at that time

oh no! I just noticed I messed up, and I shouldn’t go back to fix it.

I wasn’t asleep at 11:02 a.m. I thought it meant p.m. Maybe I typed this yesterday at 11:02 a.m.  – yeah, because it’s been a long time since I typed it…had to have been yesterday. Well, there you have a good example (of many in my life) of how I just don’t get numbers or time or directions or instructions. Just this morning (or may have been last evening) my daughter & husband was commenting on how I can’t get things like this, when it seems easy for them. That’s because I messed up something else concerning dates and appointments. Ugh! It’s all so confusing!

Notice

I’ve noticed I really don’t have much else to say about notice. So…I’ll wish you the rest of your day/night to be a good one!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Feline Friday

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Feline Friday

https://comedy-plus.com/2018/08/24/feline-friday-57/

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The first photo is of some rocks I painted last year for Halloween.

The second photo is of Cricket looking at some painted rocks I did, to look like a pot full of cacti. In the background is another painting of mine of a dog and a cat.

The next photo is of Cricket looking at a spider rock I painted.

It seems Cricket likes to watch me when I paint. She’s always interested, and also likes to play with the clean paint brushes.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Flower of the Day – ???

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Flower of the Day – ???

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I saw this at the garden center around the cacti section, but it doesn’t look like those. As usual, I failed to read the tags or label, so I have no idea what this one is. I like the look of it though. See…it’s pretty blurry in the second photo, but there it is just hanging out with his cactus and succulent  friends.

 

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – August 25, 2018 – Dahlia

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS