Something nameless runs behind me
It has chased me here before
And although I cannot see it
It’s existence I abhor.
My heart pounding ever faster
It is safety that I seek
Up ahead I see a fence to climb
I pray I’m not too weak.
As I pursue refuge in the pasture
I find I’ve made a mistake
A lioness awaits me
I wish that I would wake.
Her open mouth plans to devour
I know what is ensuing
Planning to eat me alive
It will be my undoing.
Quickly I pour sand
Into her gaping chops
I know this is just a dream
But this is where it stops.
© Robin Tjernagel 2013
This poem is complete silliness, but it is based on a dream I had this week. I often have some form of this dream over and over again. Something unknown is chasing me, and when I think I have found safety, I only run into some other danger. That is where I usually try to wake up, because I really don’t want to know what happens next.
Feel free to interpret the dream for me. I’m just glad I don’t get eaten in the end!
Do you prefer to receive gifts or give them?
I am a terrible shopper. If I know that I am giving someone something they truly love, then I prefer giving. Give me a list to work with, and I love to be a giver. But, since I am a terrible shopper, and I don’t always have a list, I usually end up giving gift cards or money.
I have been the recipient of many good gifts and many bad gifts. It is uncomfortable not knowing which one you are getting. Usually, I know that even bad gifts had some thought put into them, and so I can still appreciate them anyway.
If you could be given ANY gift what would it be?
A 30’ Airstream International Serenity and a really nice truck to haul it around! I didn’t even have to think about that.
If you had a shelf for your three most special possessions (not including photos, people or animals), what would you put on it?
My wedding rings, my camera, and my poetry journal. On the shelf right below it, I would have my pens, my e-reader and my laptop.
Would you spend the weekend in an abandoned house in the forest?
Have you seen The Blair Witch Project? I’m not really fond of staying anywhere that is lonely and remote. An abandoned house in the forest is probably full of bugs and snakes, and those are probably the least of my worries. People who are trying to lay low from the law look for places like abandoned houses in the forest to hang out – don’t they? People who are crazy like the Unabomber hang out in abandoned houses in the forest. Unless I was lost in the woods and a blizzard was threatening to bury me up to my neck in snow, I would not spend the weekend in an abandoned house in the forest.
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Today, I am visiting a site, and I am informed that I need to update my Adobe Flash Player. What happened? All of my browsers were hijacked by something called Nation Zoom and all of its Add-Ons.
So far, I have spent an hour and one-half trying to remove it from Google Chrome, Mozilla Firefox, and Internet Explorer. It has not been completely successful yet.
It is harmless. However, it is annoying that I thought I was updating Adobe, when in fact, I was installing some horrible malware. Ugh!
This is not the first time that I have had this happen. It always happens with Adobe, which makes me suspicious about them selling their list of users to these unwanted programs!
I am about to find an alternative to Adobe, if such a thing exists. It is so difficult when a program is so ingrained into the Internet and you are left at their mercy. And you are left to clean up the mess introduced to your computer.
If I am wrong, I apologize to Adobe, but this is the third time this has happened. If they are unaware that they are being hijacked in order to abuse their users, they need to write some new code to stop this practice!
I cut school every Monday the last half of my senior year in high school, except graduation week.
I have moved 23 times.
I have eaten ants and grasshoppers.
I am afraid of all bugs.
I walk 5 miles per day.
Once when I was backpacking, the forest around us was on fire.
I have broken 4 bones.
I filled out an application for the TV program Big Brother.
I have had 10 different college majors.
Two “ladies” threatened to beat me up in the “Ladies Room” in a bar.
During NaBloPoMo, a few bloggers I followed played this game of guessing the lie. Every statement but one is true. If you can guess the lie, you will be the next Blogger of the Month.
I haven’t made up rules for Blogger of the Month because it is so new. I guess the first rule is you cannot be Blogger of the Month for 6 months after being featured. Please play anyway, just for the fun of it.
There have been many times in my life that I failed to follow through with something I started. I would set a goal and then give up. So, I am determined not to do that anymore, no matter how much I want to. I try to stick it out to the end.
I quit trumpet lessons.
I quit piano lessons.
I quit ballet lessons.
I quit art lessons.
I quit swim team.
I quit Girl Scouts (twice).
I quit marching band.
I quit oboe (once I graduated high school).
I quit college (twice).
That isn’t the whole list of things I have quit. There are reasons. There are excuses. Except for college, most of the above list are insignificant things in life’s bigger picture. There are bigger things, harder things; that if I followed through, my life might be different. Things that involved people and friendships.
This isn’t one of those things. I am talking about NaBloPoMo. I am almost at the end. I didn’t quit, even though I wanted to about ten days into the challenge. There is one more day. And for that I am thankful! I will not be doing this again next year.
It was a learning experience. I met some new bloggers. And for that I am thankful.
I won’t be adding NaBloPoMo to the list of things I quit.
I did not quit NaBloPoMo 2013.
This Thanksgiving I cut a few corners. For the first time ever, I didn’t make pies. Instead, I bought a carrot cake. And I also bought gravy instead of making it. Everyone has different traditions, but this was our menu:
A turkey (I forgot to remove the giblet bag). I don’t stuff my bird, but I put celery and carrots and herbs inside while it cooks.
Stuffing made with celery, onion, garlic, Tuscan chicken sausage, and chestnuts.
Green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy.
Cranberry Relish (no cooking involved) and delicious Applesauce.
An awesome carrot cake!
I know I should have photos of the food after we cooked it and before we ate it, but, once everything is in a serving dish, it’s already too late!
As I sit to write this post, I have one goal in mind. Get a post written for NaBlPoMo. Have I given any thought to what to write? No. Do you know why? Well, I have no good excuse. I did Thanksgiving shopping today.
There is still sawdust all over from the cabinet refacing. Hey, the old cabinets are still all over – in neat stacks scattered around the living room.
My husband is hanging curtains in the bedroom. The washer and dryer are singing their songs. They do play happy little tunes at the end of each load. Too bad they don’t fold. The dishwasher doesn’t sing, but it does need to be emptied.
I finally got a new water pitcher for filling the coffee machine today. It is much smaller than the Zero Water Pitcher my husband won’t part with, but takes up way too much space in the refrigerator. The new hardware looks fabulous.
It was worth fighting to get the ones we ordered, and then waiting patiently for them. Overall, we have been really happy with the builder. Much happier than the last home we had built! Anyway, there won’t be a picture today of the new cabinet hardware installed, because I have too much to do and I am too lazy to go take the picture right now!
Happy Thanksgiving! I can’t believe I have to write a post tomorrow, in the middle of cooking, eating, and recovering from too much eating. But, I made it this far…
We have been in our new home for almost three months. Today, we are having all of the cabinets refaced, because, originally, the wrong hardware was installed. The wrong hardware has a 3″ span for drilling and the hardware I ordered has a 3 1/2 span.
The work to change this mistake was supposed to be accomplished within 60 days of our closing date, but apparently the builder and the cabinet company had a dispute over who was responsible for the cost.
I learned from the installer that the cabinets we have, which are almost brand new, are going to be thrown away. Environmentally speaking, that is irresponsible! I can’t believe, especially on a builder site, that there isn’t a place to use cabinets that are barely 3 months old. Maybe offer someone free cabinet doors and hardware if they will use it. No, those perfectly good cabinets are going to be tossed into a dumpster. The installer says it is more expensive to take them back to the warehouse and figure out what to do with them. Money trumps the environment every time.
What about all those people on T.V. who re-purpose things? I wish I knew one. I do now. I am married to him and he is going to learn how to reuse the cabinet doors. Solid maple wood should have a purpose. These cabinets will be turned into shelving or something else. He is on board. I feel much better about that.
This is what I learned about myself today. I am not very observant unless I am making an effort to be. I always thought that the Lazy Susan cabinet doors looked different somehow. I believed that they must have been hung wrong. Guess what? They weren’t even the same cabinet door. They did not match! (In my defense, I don’t open that cabinet much, because it holds small appliances and gadgets – like a hand held blender, a hand mixer, and that sort of thing.)
For nearly three months, I have worked in that kitchen every day. I make breakfast and dinner, and yes, I even clean the kitchen and never looked closely enough to recognize I had mismatched cabinets.
I always knew that I wasn’t great at remembering decorating details of someone else’s home. I know whether I like it and if it feels comfortable. If there is something that really grabs my attention, I remember it – books, a beautiful painting or a baby grand piano. Otherwise, I usually forget the colors on the walls, unless I loved them and want to use it myself; or hate them and quietly think what ugly taste the person has.
I never knew how unobservant I was until today.
Note: Two cabinet doors are wrong – the Lazy Susan and the corner cabinet above it is the wrong size. We will be special ordering the replacements for another day.
Thanksgiving is in two days. I haven’t even bought a turkey. YIKES!
It’s Monday and it is time for another week with Cee’s Share Your World.
If you were the original designer of one existing corporate logo, which one would you select?
At first I couldn’t think of one logo, so I Googled corporate logos. After that, I decided not to choose logos that use their name. Two logos stood out to me right away. One of them is Target and the other one is Apple. The reason they grabbed my attention is that they both use an image that represents their name so clearly, you would know the name of the corporation by the image alone.
If you could have your own TV channel, what would it be about?
My own T.V. channel? I think it would be a T.V. channel dedicated to reading books aloud. Not just any old books, but a variety of books, appealing to young and old. This might not be the most interesting channel in the world to watch, but it would bring books into homes and institutions where people are unable to read, and don’t have anyone to read to them. Also, some people just like to listen to a good story. I know this sounds better suited to radio programming, and it probably is, but heck, it’s my T.V. channel!
If you were on a small island, who would you want to be with? And where is it? How big is it?
My small island is located in warm, clear water and hurricanes never hit it. You can see land from my island; otherwise, I wouldn’t want to live there. Being out in the middle of the ocean surrounded by nothing but water sounds like a nightmare. I would definitely want to be with my husband. But, if we aren’t limited to just one person, I’d probably invite some extended family and friends.
At what age did you become an adult?
According to our government, that legally happened when I was 18. But, if they followed me around, I’m pretty sure they would have thought they had made a mistake and pushed the legal age for becoming an adult closer to 27. That would be scary if everyone was evaluated to see if they actually reach the age of majority. Some of us might remain minors forever.