I Can't Find A Writing Prompt Today

I am stumped. At a loss for words -
     (My husband would be glad)

writing prompts . something
     nothing there
        click on this,
        click here -
     nothing, no prompts.
Just words about
writing prompts. "Here's
what I like to do...."

I DON'T CARE

Just give me a prompt.
What will I write about?
No inspiration,
no idea running around
my head. What do I
write about today?
     Do I really need to
be urged on my someones
words?

Is what I write really mine?
My idea?
     Maybe I'd better rethink
this prompt thing.

No Pressure, No Pressure at All

No pressure. I'm going away for a few days with a fellow writer. A friend to inspire, bounce ideas around, someone to tell me what I just spent an hour writing, stinks!

Hours and hours with no laundry to get in the way, no phone calls, no dusting, no meals to fix. Now what can I say is keeping me from writing? 

No excuses, I must write. 

Grab a piece of paper with scribbled ideas. Try to make sense of the original idea. Maybe I'll take it in that direction, maybe it will take me on a bumpy obtuse path that leads me somewhere else. Who knows? What starts out as a straight forward thing, in my mind, often becomes something very different, ending up not even close to my original thought.

Inspiration, just the right music to create by, just the right windowed view. The perfect company. Maybe I'll be able to come up with something original after all.

Tea Time

Tea, tea, wonderful tea,

the more you drink, the

more you pee.

Green, black, tips and

white, the first to the

fresh pot is always a

fight.

Tea can be soothing,

tea can be awakening,

never too much 

can be taken in.

Tea piping hot,

tea cold on ice

any way you drink

it is always nice.

Tea fanatic, coffee never

to cross these lips,

never adding sugar

to add to the hips.

My first blog of the year

filled with good cheer

drink up the tea,

and then post.

 

Freshman Granddaughter's First Day at a new School

So anyways, I went up to the teacher, and said Hi, I'm new, and like he said, Hi, sit over there behind Cory. And so, anyways, he's so hot, and like, 5 guys in the class said hi to me.
So anyways, one guy kept looking at me, and we kept like, looking at each other, and there are just so many hot guys in school.
So anyways, I went to my second period class, and it was like so full of hot guys, and anyways, 5 guys said hi, and one girl, so anyways, I sat down, then went to my next class.
The teacher asked for a volunteer to take me to the library, and one guy, he was sooooo hot, put his hand up, and then the teacher said to wait while she did a math problem on the board. Then she asked again for someone to take me to the library, and like 5 guys and one girl raised their hands, and the teacher chose the girl to go with me.
So anyways, I went to choir, and had a long talk with the teacher, and like, we figured out I needed to be in a more advanced choir class, and like, I went to my counselor, and had to wait, then went back to class. So anyways, there was a really hot guy in that class and he likes me, cause I can tell by his looks.
So, like anyways, my last class has 5 other girls with my first name in it, and one girl with the same last name and same middle name, but she spells her middle name differently. So anyways, the teacher asked me what I want to be called, and I said I didn't care, and anyways, because I need a different choir class, I might have to change my science class too, and the science teacher would really like that!
So anyways...........

Return of Old Friends

Early cold snap over, the warm (60 degrees) weather has come back, for the brief tease of heat before the chill of winter. The plants are hitting a short second growth spurt, and I was surprised by the return of our old friends the Ladybugs. These Ladybugs show up in the window of our master bathroom every spring. There are usually 12-15 of them, they crawl around the window sill, up and down the window, and occasionally fly around the room as I stay quietly seated.

These beautiful little beings have never shown themselves in this false spring before, so I was pleasantly surprised to see the three mixed up Ladybugs. Somehow their inner clock has also steered them wrong, tricking them into showing their pretty backs.

The Ladybugs only hang out in this one window; and I'm sure there is a nest of them, or hive, or whatever it is that their home is called, inside our southern facing wall. No harm, I hope, so I'm not about to find out, I enjoy my old friends, however brief their visit.

Waiting for the Storm

Waiting for the Storm, not to pass, but to arrive. I love storms, and I am lucky enough to be at the Oregon coast  for a few days. Hubby is attending a work/play weekend, and I am writing.

So far, after only a few hours, I have composed two poems, and tightened up a short story for submission. So far so good.
So far, I'm having a great time.

So far, no storm. The weather men said we would be getting the tail end of a monsoon - heavy rain, and up to 50 mile an hour winds. My kind of day.

I love storms, there is something soothing in the wildness, the reminder that not everything is under my control, that there are still things that can impress me. The thrashing and violence of a good storm gives me a pleasure of unleashed energy, awakens the latent feral me.

Growing up in the Phoenix area of Arizona, I experienced nature at her wildest. Haboobs, mile high walls of dust rolling  toward town like an errant ocean wave, lightening so bright we almost needed sunglasses. The monsoon season began right around the Fourth of July and brought rain. Rain so dense you were blinded. Rain so fast and furious you would be standing in a four inch deep puddle in just one minute. Rain, pelting  bare arms, stinging bare thighs as we played in the street during these brief but awesome downpours.

As kids, we never ran for cover, never ran inside to get out of the rain. We reveled in nature at its finest, reveled in the unleashed madness of Mother Nature.

I now live in the State of Washington, a very wet place, it rains a lot where we are. However, most of the time it is a gentle rain, lasting all day and still not reaching the four inch mark. I miss the startling flashes of lightning, the heart felt, window shaking claps of thunder.

Rain is not just rain, a storm in the Pacific Northwest is so different from the Arizona storms that can invoke thoughts of an anguished Mother Nature, of someone toying with us; mere humans, thinking we have control.

Money, Money Everywhere

Ok, so you have a bunch of money - $20,000, $42,000. What do you do with it? Put it in a brown paper bag? Stow it in your backpack?

It seems so. Lately there have been many findings of  miss-managed money. Thankfully, the finders have been honest, and turned the money over to authorities, who, hopefully find the owners. My question to the owners -             

                        WHAT WERE YOU THINKING????????????????????

Not only are you dumb enough to put your money in a backpack, or paper bag, but you forget it! Please explain to me just how that happens.

Enough of dumb people doing stupid things, maybe life is much easier if you don't have too much money.