Life In 6 Songs: Vol. 22 (Clocktowersunset and Eli)

I don’t think this went out the other day when I tried to reblog it. Hope y’all find some new blogs and enjoy the playlists.

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A Call For Collaboration

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The Intersection

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Cherry Red
By Patience

The bright red of the Stop sign brought her out of her thoughts and back into them at the same time. Fifteen years ago, she had sat at a Stop sign, the same bright red that seemed somehow different than any other Stop sign in the universe.

She had decided to give him away. At that moment, in front of that cherry-red sign, she had chosen herself.

It wasn’t that she didn’t think she could be a mother. It was the world, the places and experiences that awaited her, that would be hindered by a child. So she gave him away.

She did see the world, so many cities and beaches and mountains. She saw the sun rise over the Mediterranean Sea and set behind the Himalayas. She had walked the streets of Paris and swam…

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Call for Collaboration

During a brainstorm session we came up with an idea to try and involve more of the WordPress community. Please come and join us and add to the fun.

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Dear Faithful Readers,
Everyone has walked a path towards a decision. Whether the choice is small or life-altering, journeys always lead to a crossroads, an intersection where votes must be cast and turns must be taken. For me, this blog was a choice to help me write my way out of pain, but over the months, it has opened surprising doors and helped me make lasting connections. Most of all, it has guided me in finding my love for writing and fir sharing in other’s stories.

I have been in the blogosphere for a little over a year now, and I am awed by the collaborations and inspirations I see from other bloggers. In the spirit of collaborations, my good friend, The Clocktower Sunset, and I decided to do another collaboration. However, as we discussed ideas and did our best to brainstorm, he stumbled across an amazing idea to…

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A Call For Collaboration

 

 

The Intersection

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Photo Credit: blog.lib.umn.edu

Cherry Red
By Patience

The bright red of the Stop sign brought her out of her thoughts and back into them at the same time. Fifteen years ago, she had sat at a Stop sign, the same bright red that seemed somehow different than any other Stop sign in the universe.

She had decided to give him away. At that moment, in front of that cherry-red sign, she had chosen herself.

It wasn’t that she didn’t think she could be a mother. It was the world, the places and experiences that awaited her, that would be hindered by a child. So she gave him away.

She did see the world, so many cities and beaches and mountains. She saw the sun rise over the Mediterranean Sea and set behind the Himalayas. She had walked the streets of Paris and swam in the oceans of Bali. But her heart was empty of family. Her travels had never brought her to the shores of love again. She had only journeyed that road twice–the man who stole her air whenever his skin touched hers and the baby she gave up when he left her.

Now, sitting here, she saw what she had been missing. Another car had stopped at the four-way. In the car, a woman sat in the passenger seat clearly giving her son a driving lesson. His chestnut hair hung in the eyes he rolled at his mother. Her blonde curls shook as she gestured to the sign and the other cars and her son.

That was what she missed–her son’s first driving lesson and first date and all the other firsts that come with motherhood. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she watched a smile curl up the corners of the boy’s mouth and saw the mother sigh in exasperation.

The stop sign was the same cherry-red as it had been that day. Staring off into the distance, her gaze went through the stop sign and settled on something happening across the street. She had a sudden flash of unease when she quickly snapped back, her skull knocking against the headrest, and ducked as a rock glanced off her windshield, sending a spiderweb of cracks across the glass.

On This Day
By The Clocktower Sunset

The dog kept yipping and jumping back and forth. It wasn’t a big dog by any stretch of the imagination but being on the end of a leash of an unfamiliar person had her in a disobedient kinda mood. Jennifer kept yanking back on the tether belting out short choppy shouts of HEEL! and NO! like a cowboy kicking his spurs into his horse. Jennifer was riled up a bit too at the memory of drunkenly agreeing to “house-sit” for Amy.

She was pissed at herself for putting herself in such an imposition as her house had top tier cable and wifi. Why the hell would she agree to spending the week at Amy’s place with that literal water-closet she called a bathroom? In reality she had been staying at her own place and getting up early to drive across town to inevitably show-up late for work and then having to dash back across town to let that little rat of a dog out for the evening. On top of that, she kept having to think out what her daily activities would be if she was actually staying at Amy’s so she found herself squirting some ketchup down the drain or throwing out some food to make it look like she’d been cooking from the fridge and cupboard. She didn’t want to hurt Amy’s feelings and was starting to wonder if it was worth all the hassle for the luxury of a few extra channels and being able to use her laptop while sitting in bed.

Her attention was suddenly drawn to the maintenance crew across the street.  One of the mowers apparently had a rock kicking around inside with its blades.  In that second, a piece shot out like a dart and clicked off the windshield of a car at a stop sign with a flash. Jennifer felt the sudden stinging on her face as her head whipped back and everything went dark, the leash dropping from her hands to shield her face a moment too late. The little dog squirted out into traffic with the tether bouncing after her.

These stories are a part of a collaboration challenge that Patience from LoveLettersto aghost and I developed. If you have an idea or character to add to the story we would love contributions to our project, so click on this link to learn more.

 

I GOT THIS!

 

 

     I don’t know how many times one has to get knocked off their horse before they just say fuck it and give up.  (God knows, I lost count years ago.)   Nor how long one sits around waiting to die just to be done with it all.  For those that wake up somehow still kicking in some manner or another, getting back on that horse is a pretty big feat.  What I do know is that once you’re back in the saddle and have a look around at things, what goes through your head.  Which is as follows….FUUUUUUUCK!  This is exactly where I was when I decided I was done!”  And that my friends is where this little guy enters the scene.

 

  Hold on everybody, ’cause I GOT THIS!  

What Goes On In My Head

 

 

……… I have a theory of sorts, I’ve noticed since I’m right handed whenever I go to the sink usually I’m holding something (in my right hand), thus I use my left hand to turn on the water. Which in turn normally activates the hot water. Now, since the “hot” water is technically in the water heater, there is a certain amount of “cold” or “not hot” water in the pipes. Therefore I have so much time to accomplish my task before the hot water reaches the faucet, given that I have no need for hot water.

  I am curious as to whether or not this follows true with most people.  And if so, my theory is that in the involuntary response of the water heater to replace said “hot water” now currently residing in the pipes, I am wasting energy for no reason.  Probably only to add heat to my household only to use the AC to remove it, once again wasting more energy.

  So, being that a majority of the population of all mankind is right handed, and if this is truly a common behavior.  Exactly how much energy is being needlessly wasted and at what cost: to the person buying the energy (gas/electricity), the environment, man hours, destruction of habitat, resulting pollution, what resources went into collecting and transforming that energy only to release it willy-nilly back into the universe without putting it to use.  When you think of it in terms of millions upon millions of people on a daily basis, I mean, there is like some 6.4 something BILLION  people on Earth.

   This is the kinda thing I think about for no reason at all.  I haven’t tried to actually observe people using sinks, mostly cause the only time you see the public using one would be per-say in a restroom or something.  And people probably think I’m weird enough as it is that I’m not going to,,,, well you get the idea.

           What goes on in your head?  And also does the word count affect your decision to read a post?  I try to keep mine somewhere around 300.  Have a good day, team everybody!

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What Would Rara Do (WWRD)

This is an amazing example of a perfect post. Rara’s story reminds me of the allegory about the Reed and the Oak, and how bending to the pressure can ensure ones survival. Or even like seaweed or kelp, it can extend one’s range even further. Rara, your range extends further than you surely know. Excellent post Melanie, excellent post indeed. Keep up the good fight! 🙂 🙂 #WWRD #RAWRLOVE