Pay Attention – SoC

We often find ourselves sitting and reading something, or maybe watching something. What are we reading? What are we watching? Are we using any kind of discernment in our choices? What kind of choices are we making?

How will what you watch impact you?

I sometimes find myself reading and not really remembering what I was even looking at. I don’t know the plot, I don’t know the characters and I don’t even know the name of the story I’m reading through. So why am I reading it? Because I don’t want to sit and stare at a wall, of course.

Although, if I’m not retaining any information from whatever it is I’m reading/watching, then how different is that from staring at a wall?

Is there any other point in what I’m doing? Probably not, I just want to do something for the sake of doing it even if that something isn’t something that I’m actively thinking about.

But am I really not absorbing anything?

I’ve found myself lost in plenty of books before, but to be lost in the sense that I don’t even know how I got to the point in that story that I look up and find myself in? That also, sadly, has been a common occurance in my life. Usually because I’m really too tired to be doing anything. In such a case, sometimes I wish someone would just come alone and shut the laptop in front of me, or the book cover or switch the t.v. off. Of course, this might snap me awake and not in a pleasant move.

“Why did you do that? I was watching/reading that!”

“Really? It looked like you were zombiefying yourself there and it wasn’t going to be pleasant when you randomly start reading it out loud and leave the rest of us to wonder where the brain that we know you had at some point in your life turned to such drivel.”

So I ask you, what is it that you wish to accomplish from reading when you’re not really even aware of what it is your holding in your hands?

Trying to keep yourself awake? Because it looks like your failing at that.

Maybe you should close your book/laptop/turn off the t.v. and get some actual sleep?


If it isn’t obvious yet, I’m tired after this week. Very tired.

Inspired by this Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. The rules:

  1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

  2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

  3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

  4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people will come and read your post! The way to ping back, is to just copy and paste the URL of my post somewhere on your post. Then your URL will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. For example, in your post you can copy and paste the following: This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/  The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

  5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

  6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

  7. Have fun!

Vintage Games

Listening to the sound of my younger sister and her husband talk video games with our eldest niece and nephews.

“The owl has more usefulness than Sheik!”

“We get the picture!”

I accidentally mentioned that I wish there was more Sheik usage in the game “Zelda: Ocarina of Time.” It was the only Zelda game that I ever played as a kid and my eldest niece was asking for pointers on how to do something for the Princess of the Twilight (is that the right one?) game that she had borrowed from one of her aunts. I know nothing about that game other than Link is the main character and Zelda will likely be mentioned in it somewhere.

Her response was amusing.

“You mean I have to figure this game out by myself?!”

shrugs I like getting them into vintage games. They are harder and take a little bit more skill than some of the newer games that are gore-free. Most of the kid-friendly games nowadays seem to have built-in cheats that make them easier to move up in levels with less skill. Not that they spend a lot of time on anything electronic anyway, but sometimes they need something a little more challenging when they are playing video games.

Now if only Wii would have “Donkey Kong: Country” available in their Wii Store again.

Three Years

Three years,

A lot can happen in three years:

I’ve seen two more children born to one sister.

I’ve seen one wedding being put together in three months.

I’ve been to two funerals and had to send condolences to another.

I’ve been to four graduations and sent congrats to another.

I’ve found my footing when I’d been homebound for almost five years.

I’ve found peace where previously all I knew was anger.

I’ve seen a family fall apart and then come back together.

I’ve seen strangers turn away the sick and then others welcome the homeless.

People have died,

People have lived.

Lives have been lost,

Lives have been found.

The news has been all over the place:

Storms and hurricanes and cyclones and landslides.

Countries have burned in the fires of revolution;

They have also burned from nature’s wrath, her lightning.

Three years ago, I didn’t know what to do with my life.

I had my family and my friends,

But I didn’t know who I was.

I’m still searching,

But I know which direction to take.

A lot can happen in three years,

And it’s not such a high price to pay.


Written in honor of my third anniversary on WordPress.com.

Cleaning Madness

Bleach, vacuum, bleach and then Windex.

Don’t forget the mountains of laundry,

Trying to figure out how much of the homemade laundry soap for thick blankets and quilts.

Sweep and mop,

Wipe that mirror down,

And take out the trash.

More bleach for lots of walls and don’t forget some spots on the ceiling.

(How did ketchup get up there? This is the bathroom!)

Fold the laundry,

Sort the laundry,

And for goodness sake, don’t forget to iron!

Grocery store and shop, shop, shop!

Put the food away,

Try not the smash the eggs in exhaustion.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and you’re hosting last minute.

The house is clean and the children falling asleep.

Have yet to cook or bake or even dice.

Sit back and rest.

The madness continues in the morning.

Two Days and Counting

Two days and counting.

Time’s almost up,

But are we ready?

I don’t know, but I’ll try.

You’re almost there,

Two days and counting.

Your wedding bells will ring.

But are you ready?

Yes, and you’ll try.

Time’s almost up,

Your dress is cleaned and pressed.

Two days and counting,

You’ll start a new life.

Husband and wife, they’ll say

In…

Two days and counting.


My sister’s wedding day is Friday and several houses are full of things for the ceremony and the reception. I can’t seem to get the phrase ‘two days and counting’ out of my head. I’ve never seen her so happy.

Ten Years – Repeat

Looking out over the view before me fills me with more than I had ever thought possible. Something so awe-inspiring and breath-taking and yet so very ominous staring back at me in the night. I had never thought that I would ever see such a sight and upon being presented with it I am filled with melancholy. What will such a thing be spoken of in years to come? How will this night be remembered?

What will life be like once such a sight comes to us once more?

It has been almost 10 years since I saw such a sight in the night sky as a full blood-red moon gazing back at me and I have seen the world change and grow and yet backslide all at the same time. History is forever moving forward and yet backward at the same time. Wars and bombs and killings and people lost who are now found. Burglaries and hostage situations and people in power caring more about what they want and their own images than the people below them.

History repeats itself because no one ever seems to learn from the mistakes of the past. We seem to feel like we who have come next are far ore wiser than those of the past because we ‘know more’ or ‘have better technology’ or a hundred other different excuses to simply start everything all over again.

Natural history, the history of everything else that isn’t human, repeats itself because they are set in a pattern that only changes because of the interaction of humanity within it.

Looking up at the blood-red moon I wonder what will happen int he next ten years before I see another.

Written for FreeWriteFriday: http://kellieelmore.com/2013/10/18/fwf-free-write-friday-image-prompt-with-guest-host-mark-schutter/