Odds and Ends

There has been something missing here the last few months. You will notice that the flash fiction posts have not appeared in a while. Hopefully that will be corrected by this weekend. I have some ideas for the M3  challenge; the deadline is in just over two months for " Boys and Their Toys" so I am going to be attempting to kick it into high gear to organize the thoughts in my head. This means that the posting schedule for them will be rather close with a day or two separating them. I am hoping to remember to post other things in between them. Well, I've got some things to finish and then I have to leave so I hope you are all having a good day.

There have been a lot of changes lately, and life is taking some strange turns. It almost made me forget who I am. I have not managed to fully forget however. So it's time for some odd facts about me. I will not be taking questions at the end. Marriages There have been three, all ill fated. The specifics are none of your business. They all ended or are in the process of ending in divorce. I have two daughters; they are truly their mother's children. PRIVACY I would require a shitload  lot of it. My computer faces a wall, not the door so that those entering may not see my screen. What I am looking at, typing or thinking of is none of your business. My privacy has been invaded more times than I care to count, and I teach my children privacy above stranger danger, especially the autistic child. If you do not know what privacy is you will not know when someone invades it. It is a safety issued. My need for privacy developed from not being allowed to have it. Common courte

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about "Bambi" and wondering why the lesson Thumper got is not in practice around the world. Well, my age may be showing a bit but he was told that  "if you don't have anything nice to say then you shouldn't say anything at all." Somewhere along the way we were told to treat others the way that we wanted to be treated. We have all been guilty of doing just the opposite of both of these. Whether intentional or not, someone was on the receiving end of our actions whether they deserved to be or not. We were often told to think before we spoke; whether we did or not was a different story. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me" It was supposed to make us feel better if someone picked on us. Did it really work? This is where thinking before you speak and while you are speaking comes in. The kid with the lisp and the one that mispronounces every other word is picked on. So is the k

Once again I am starting to get the feeling that life is good. I haven't had that feeling in longer than I care to admit. There have been positive changes that have taken some time to adjust to but in my own defense I am a creature of habit. I have also spent more years than I care to admit stuck in a rut. It did not matter what I wanted at that point and time or what I was willing to do. I ended up derailed. Now it is a strange feeling to know that I am back to the traditional workforce after avoiding it for so many years. It is not a bad feeling just a strange one. My savings account is growing slowly but surely and it will not be long until I can afford to get what I really need. Transportation, as soon as I get new glasses. That is something I have put off for too long. I have insurance at the moment and will be taking advantage of it to get my health taken care of. Actually to ensure that I am actually healthy and not just imagining things. So for now it's time to st

There have been several changes over the last few months. Settling into a new routine has meant that often there was no actual routine. Living with an autistic child with OCD tendencies makes this odd. She is not the only one with a lack of routine. Where I used to get up at 5 in the morning to turn on the coffee pot and the television set with my alarm clock by me for the snooze feature that is no longer the case. I used to spend this time with "Petticoat Junction" and "The Beverly Hillbillies," now a lack of a television set has killed that part of the morning routine. It was and is a strange adjustment to make. I am having to watch television on the computer which is strange. The kid associates it with playing games and I associate it with work. That doesn't make for a very relaxing time trying to watch television especially since the screen is so small. Our morning and nighttime rituals have changed drastically. They are still taking some getting used