Drifting

Unmoored, my boat drifts untied, the sound of water lapping. I will sit back and let it go. I have my life jacket on. It is orange and smells of the sun. It is strapped around my waist and I can lean against its pillow.  Down stream with the current, safe for awhile before I must  steer, the oars resting.

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Getting lost in something

Immerse is the word of the day.

I just read a few of the posts for today. I was  pretty impressed with some of them. I really could not begin to write like that, so I guess I shouldn’t try but then again maybe I should. I have never been very good at making things up. When writing that is. Fiction. It feels awkward to me and stilted and makes me slightly nauseous. I have been immersing myself in photos recently My photos, I photo, Moving them here and there to keep them safe. It has become an obsession. Storing them in google, I cloud, hard drives, flash drives, dropbox and finally I am actually even printing them and putting them into albums. I have over 10,000 pictures on my computer. Maybe now I can finally delete most of them so I have more space. But should I really delete them? What if I need to find one of them. Will it be gone forever. I am spending way too much time on  this and it never seems to end.IMG_2381

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Lime Jello

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Jiggle is the word of the day. Okay jiggle. I think of the flesh of my upper arm that shakes when I wave.  Jello jiggles. I don’t eat jello. I have not for some time. I made lime jello one year for Thanksgiving at my aunt Bette’s. It had pineapple in it and cream cheese. It was surprisingly good. Aunt Bette had a traditional dinner. The little cut glass dish full of condiments- sweet pickles, carrots and such. The green bean casserole with crunchy onions from a can.

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dry. My adventures in the desert

Arid being dry. I think of a desert. I like deserts. I have been through and to a few. I spent a week cruising Lake Powell on a house boat. That was an adventure. When my sister in law suggested a house boat vacation on a lake, I had in mind mountains, pine trees,  small hamlets we would pull up to and dock. I think they filmed Planet of the Apes on Lake Powell. That was what it looked like, when we got there in the dead of night after a horrendous delayed plane trip and several hours of driving through the back roads of Nevada and Utah was it? Red rock after red rock after red rock. Huge slabs of rock. Not a pine tree to be seen and certainly no hamlets. No internet in those days to look up my fate.  The trip was one mishap after another. To numerous to tell ,but included bats, mice on deck, getting lost, a lot, docking at night with only a flashlight and a bad asthma attack to name a few. Another desert adventure was when I went across country with three guys that I worked with at St Francis hospital on Long Island. This was back in the eighties. I had two weeks off with no where to go. There were going on this road trip, so I tagged along. I only knew one of the guys pretty well. A  PA, I worked with. The other two were orderlies.  One of our stops was the Grand Canyon. We had a converted van and a tent, so we stayed at a campsite. Two of the guys and I decided to take a hike into the canyon. Not all the way down. I can never remember the name of it. I looked up. The bright Angel trail. I bought a pink  sweatshirt with the trail map on it. I lost it several years later when I  threw it off during a road race in NYC. I was hot and never went back to find it.  Well, none of us were seasoned hikers and we had no business starting a hike like that, in the afternoon.  Maybe we had a little water.  Getting down was not too bad, it was coming back up, where we hit a wall. I had to leave the two guys behind. One was vomiting and the other one fell asleep at one of those little lean Tos. whatever you call them. It was dark maybe 9 o’clock when I got up to the top. I had to find my other friend to help me. Finally the other two found their way back to camp.   Fast forward many years, a marriage two children and much older. A trip to Sedona. Sedona, Okay is beautiful. If you have not been there, you should go. My husband decided to take a hike up  at Lake George here in NY before we went. He hurt his hip and could hardly walk when we got to Sedona. Hiking,which is one of the main things to do there, had to be curtailed. It is always something. Here  he is  reading his I pad ,while attempted to hike Castle Rock, one of the famous vortexes there.

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swing

the prompt is rhythmic. repetitive. I really enjoyed swinging as a child. well now that I think about it, anything that happened over and over again. I had one of those plastic horses on springs. I would fall asleep on it. I rocked myself to sleep overnight until my grandmother saw me do it and told me that only babies rock themselves to sleep. My mother would leave my sister and I at day care so that she could golf. I would walk around in  a circle over and over again. A teacher asked me once if I had to go to the bathroom. There was a small playground behind on of our houses when I was growing up. My favorite thing to do was to go there and swing back and forth. I would sing Neil Diamond Song Sung Blue to myself. images

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Behind the furnace

via Daily Prompt: Hideout

when I was around seven I lived in a two story brick house on a small hill on locust lane in Bethesda Maryland. I set up a little private place for myself behind the furnace in the basement.there was a small wooden chair. I would sit there and have milk and graham crackers.

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writing to write

I was going to do a daily prompt but then I decided to just put my fingers to the keyboard. I was going to say pen to paper but I have terrible writing and who writes anymore anyway. well I am sure some do. I am writing a food diary. That reminds me that I have to put in my entry for yesterday. I have developed this unsightly rash on my face. It is swollen and red. I have had this on and off over the years but over the past few days it seems to all of the time. My doctor says it is Rosacea. Maybe it is. The medication she gave me seems to make it worse. I think I will go off all medications and supplements. So far I have given up gluten  and sugar. Alcohol finally got dropped two days ago. That is extremely difficult for me. Dairy was dropped yesterday. What really do I have to live for now? Tea without milk and honey is a hardly worth drinking. My husband thinks it is from our Poodle. I shouldn’t pet him he is telling me. Not pet my poodle?Not snuggle and hug?I think I am depressed. My face feels like a balloon and I want to scratch it all of the time. What did I do to deserve this. There has to be a reason. I just have to figure it out. Heal thyself my sister has told me in the past, for various other ailments.

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