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A Pleasant Sunday Cuppa for #weekendcoffeeshare, September 17, 2017

If we were having coffee, we’d be listening to Saturday night fireworks booming in from somewhere – maybe the village of Stillwater, since the direction’s right (we have a Stillwater address, but we live up on a hill overlooking it, so we’re not actually in the village, but the town of Stillwater – upstate New York has a rather complicated way of determining its communities). We can hear the fireworks, but not see them.

I’d be calm and sleepy, as the final salvo sounds. My hair would still be damp. After a very slow farmer’s market this morning/afternoon, I took my first swim in quite some time. 500 meters at the Y pool was a nice challenging stretch without being too strenuous for the fact that I only had about 2 hours of sleep, and there are two more market days yet to come.

It’s the end of a busy week… but it’s a different kind of week than last week, which was, as I wrote then, #lifeonespresso. This was a week more like Sunday morning coffee after tai chi class (even though my tai chi class is on Tuesdays and Thursdays). Yes, I actually attended tai chi twice this past week, after an absence that began in March, when life got uncooperative with my plans). I always forget just how much I love this practice, and enjoy the group I practice with. After class, I’m more energized and peaceful, and I’ve always learned something, smiled, and laughed while I stretched my body and mind. Not bad for a free hour at the Y.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my 16 year old son had his first experience with driving on the road – quiet local country roads, but still, he drove several miles. I’m very impressed with his approach. He’s got an analytical mind and a laid-back, safety-conscious but not timid personality, and his nature seems very well suited to learning. He assesses his status constantly, and adjusts well, using everything he’s learned through reading and prior experience, and responds well to suggestions and corrections from me, his learning facilitator. I’m not his teacher – the wheel, so to speak, is firmly in his hands. He’s possessed of a level of maturity and judgment that I trust; he’s doing very well at pacing and challenging himself.

I’d tell you that I also began a new #5Ktraining this week, via my Samsung Health app. I like these apps, because they give me a framework in which to learn. Week One went well; for two of the three workouts, I carried my handweights and did a few upper body exercises.

If you’ve noticed a renewed focus on fitness and health in this update, you’re not mistaken. It’s time. I love the way I feel when I’m more active, and I love pretty much all vegetables, too…which is why this chef’s wife is committing to cooking a veggie-based meal at least three times a week. It’s quick, it’s fun, and it’s delicious! That it’s also good for me is a delightful bonus. =D

If we were having coffee, I’d notice that our cups are getting low, and offer you a refill while you tell me what you’ve been up to, and what your plans are for the next week. Once we’ve caught up on your news, I’d tell you that this week has a steady diet of goodness to offer. More veggies (just loaded up at the market today), more tai chi, more swimming, more walking on the way to running. More writing, of course, even though Round Three of ROW80 ends on Thursday. I’d tell you that I’ve got a plan for the break before Round 4 starts on October 2, but that I’m not ready to announce what it is just yet.

I’d see that your cup is now about empty, and you don’t want any more. So I’d quickly tell you that I’m excited to be getting back to my video class, revision course, and a local Writers’ Guild live chat. And then there’s the lecture I’ll be attending: General Philip Schuyler’s early pioneering of the New York State Canal System.

I’d also invite you to stay for a late dinner. Chef Bluebeard is baking chicken and red potatoes, and I’ve cooked off some farmer’s market green beans, and the aromas wafting through the house are lovely!

I’m so glad you decided to stay! Let’s eat!

Need another cuppa?

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Growth Reflected Upon Over Coffee: #ROW80 August Final and #weekendcoffeeshare for September 1, 2017

If we were having coffee…

I’d thank you for meeting me for a cuppa on the run. There’s lots going on, and I’m combining indulgence with business today. I’m glad you’re still willing to get together!

August is over, and September means new challenges: Story A Day September and Va-Va Video career development for my writing, and for our blossoming hot sauce business.

Tomorrow, our firstborn turns sixteen years old. He and I are headed out to eat and do things he wants to do – a walk in a local park, and a stop by a lumber store, because he wants to make himself a desk. Sixteen is legal driving age in NY, but since it’s Labor Day Weekend, I’ll be taking him for his learner’s permit test on Tuesday. It all happened so fast!

Chef Bluebeard and I will be at the Waterford Harbor Farmer’s Market on Sunday, and have Monday off. Planning a mellow family day with a fire.

Well, lovely as it is to see you, I’ve got to get back to work, which means final accounting for my August ROW80 goals.

What’s on your weekend agenda? Another cuppa?
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  • Trueborn Series: Add 3,333 words/week to Foul Deeds Will Rise (until draft completed). 3,472/3,333. Primary goal COMPLETED for this week! Added 11,284 words for the month, and am into the climactic scenes of the novel. Solid progress.
  • Kifo Island Series: Add 5,555 words/week between Still Nameless and The Last House (until drafts completed). 461/5,555 words this week. 2,642 words added this month. Secondary goal; a bit of progress.

  • Story A Day September: Choose themes for main stories (Solemates, my November NaNoWriMo project) and TnT fanfiction drabbles; plot to the degree possible. Put out general call for word prompt lists. I’ve requested words as part of the Author’s Notes for “Highly Classified Mission,” and received one batch. No plotting to speak of. Primary goal; good progress.
  • Kifo Island Series: Plot as needed for SN, using hybrid form of The Writer’s Coloring Book and The Story Toolkit. Secondary goal; no progress.

  • Enterprise Early Days Arc: Continue revisions on this project for my WIPpet Wednesday posts. This week’s post: It’s All Yours Secondary goal COMPLETE for week/month!

Submitting:

  • Explore Duotrope; compile list of 25 paying short story/novella markets. Choose 5 to research in greater depth. Primary goal; no progress.

  • Explore ten of the sites I have in my various email feeds; choose 3 for further exploration. Secondary goal; no progress.

  • Blogging: Revise/maintain regular blogging schedule for August/ September. Outline/draft working schedule for October/November.. WIPpet done; simmering weekend posts, and September schedule. Primary goal; good progress.

  • JuNoWriMo blogpost drafts: Organize and schedule raw material for completion and revision. Spend 1 hour/ week on this project. Secondary goal COMPLETED for this week! 2/4 weeks completed; some progress.

  • Other Platforms: Spend 3 hours/week with my Facebook Writer page; Instagram Pinterest, and Patreon. Continue with Twitter #writingcrew and #AllStarTrek sprints/chats regularly. Dabble in other social media (LinkedIn, Medium, Quora, Wattpad, etc.) 1 hour/week. 1.5/3 hours; mins/1 hour; Quora. Stretch goal; some of each major throughout the month; good progress.

  • Chef Bluebeard’s Flavor Enhancement Sauces: Assist my Accomplice with his business 11 hours each week. 11/11 hours; worked on website. Primary goal COMPLETED for this week; good progress for the month.

  • Personal professional Development: Finish reading/exercises from Prosperity for Writers. Complete my writing business plan using this excellent article by Angela Ackerman as a guide. PSW: 73% read; 58% exercises, which take a bit longer to complete. Business Plan: Step 4/7 in progress from June. Secondary goal; good progress throughout the month.

  • Unschooltending: Draft kids’ 2017-2018 IHIPs (Individualized Home Instruction Plans), due Friday, August 4, and draft fourth quarter reports (due September 15), since those are easier to do in conjunction with each other; submit Lise’s test results, which got lost in the hustle. Sent fourth quarter reports a month early; mailed Lise’s test scores. Goal COMPLETED!

  • Hometending: Complete 1 hour of hometending/week. 1 hr, 30 minutes/1 hr. Goal EXCEEDED for this week; solid progress through the month.

  • Selftending: Spend time with my beloveds, friends, and myself; get at six hours physical activity/week, (including Baby Steps to 5K); meditate and journal 8x/week. Activity 7.5/6 hours; Meditate/journal 5/8. Solid progress this week, and for the month.

  • Paying It Forward: Spend 3 hours/week on back business for local crit group; and 2 hours/week on beta projects Spellfire’s Kiss and Stained Blood. Crit Group: 2.5/ 3 hours. Finished Chapter Two of SK, sent to author; 1.5 /2 hours. Modest progress throughout the latter third of the month.

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September 4, 2001 – or was that just yesterday? An uncertain young mother and a giant (10 pound, 2 ounce, 22.5 inches!) baby boy named Jeremiah, in Livingston, Montana. 16 years, in the blink of an eye – and now he’s a giant (6’3″ and growing!) young man. Tempis fugit!
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When “Patriotism” Isn’t Patriotic: #weekendcoffeeshare for August 19, 2017

If we were having coffee, I’d be very excited to see you, since it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had the pleasure of your company. Life has gotten suddenly a whole lot busier on the weekends, and in general.

I’m also be feeling a little sober and introspective, because the America that showed its uglier side last weekend isn’t the America I want to live in, or want my children to become adults in.

These two realities – the furthering of goals and dreams in my personal and family life, and the hatred and bigotry that has been revealed in our nation – are circling one another in my mind, as though they are a yin/yang symbol.

And maybe they are.

I know to my core that no one should be judged less worthy because of the color of their skin; whom they’re sexually attracted to or active with (so long as the object of the activity is a consensual participant); what faith they follow, if any; where they or their ancestors hail from; whether they have 2 X chromosomes, or an X and a Y; whether they identify as male, female, trans, non-binary, asexual, or potato salad; or any other external detail that doesn’t speak to the character of the person beneath.

Beyond that personal knowledge, I know that our Constitution entitles all Americans to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It’s one of the basic tenets upon which our nation is founded.

The Constitution is the document our president swears to uphold when he’s inauguarated.

And the current holder of our hightest office is reneging on that vow.

It makes me angry, even in the midst of personal good fortune. Americans deserve better. Jewish Americans should not be living in fear of armed and armored Nazis (neo or otherwise) marching in the streets, carrying torches and threatening their removal.

Americans – ALL Americans – are entitled by our Constitution to equality. To the degree to which equality is being denied, we are failing as Americans. The “white nationalist” movement may have co-opted the American flag and the phrase “real Americans” for their own purposes, but that doesn’t make what they’re doing patriotic or legal under the Constitution.

All American citizens are, by definition, REAL AMERICANS. It doesn’t matter whether you were raised on a reservation (what has been done to the first REAL AMERICANS in the creation of this country, by the way, is something that ought not be ignored when listening to those who insist that this is supposed to be a “white nation”), in Manhattan, in Alaska, Hawaii, the Midwest, or the Deep South. Income level and personal beliefs don’t factor into it.

All American citizens are real Americans. Period.

What is un-American in tone and practice is attempting to cleanse our nation of any of its citizens, or placing one group above the others, as though it has a franchise and right to be American that any opposing view does not.

That is, by its very nature, Un-American. It violates the very precepts our nation is founded upon, and it’s therefore the opposite of patriotism, no matter how many or how large the flags, or how many Make America Great Again slogans are plastered about.

America is great. As an idea, as an ideal, and as a nation. It doesn’t need to be made “great again.” It never stopped being great in the first place. Moreover, attempting to rip away the rights of any of its citizens based on their color or faith will weaken our nation. What can be taken from one group can be taken from any group, after all. Once the precedent is set, it’s hard to argue that it can only apply to others, but never oneself.

My thoughts have also been on the Confederate statues that are being used as a rallying point in this inflammation of racial bias. I understand the desire to erase the painful time in history, and to stop glorifying those who were willing to fight to continue to own human beings as property and deny them any right to direct the course of their own lives.

I also understand that this time in history did happen, and taking down statues can’t erase it.

But, as I see it, those aren’t the only two choices, and I wonder why so many people are choosing up sides as though it’s an either/or, all or nothing issue their side must win (in some cases, at any cost, even the lives of others).

I have another idea.

Why not leave the statues where they are, as they are – and, around them, create a learning area that discusses the biases that placed them there, and how we, as a nation, have grown beyone these ideas and injustices?

Near where I live in upstate New York is the Colonial-era mansion, Crailo, the home of the Van Rennselaer family of Dutch merchants. Catharine Van Rennsalaer married General Philip Schuyler, and they were the parents of Elizabeth Schuyler, who married Alexander Hamilton, America’s first Treasury Secretary.

When I toured Crailo last January, I was impressed that an entire floor is devoted to the experiences of those ensnared in the Dutch slave trade. This wholly unsavory time in the history of the Dutch merchants wasn’t being erased. Nor was it being romanticized. It was being given space, and treated with honesty, and those who once had no voice in their torture and enslavement now, belatedly, have one.

I think we’d be a stronger, kinder, more honest nation if we did that in regard to the Confederate statues.

I see your cup is nearly empty. Before you go, won’t you tell me what you think?

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A tiny piece of Real America; Mechanicville, New York, early 2017 – a community originally settled by Italian-Americans.
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Birthday Out on a Limb: #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS

Well, by the time I finish this post, it won’t be Saturday or my birthday anymore, but, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday was both.

It was also a rather momentous day, in small but personally monumental ways.

You see, I went out on a limb – in a good way.

After months of putting it off, coming to play for a bit here and there, and then going away again, I’ve launched my Patreon page.

My Birthday Leap of Faith! Yup, virtual confetti was definitely in order!

I think I was more afraid of doing well with it, of having people I know, and maybe even people I don’t know yet, offer funds to support my writing dreams. It’s not that I don’t think I’m worth it….not exactly.

It’s bound up in a lot of things said by my parents when I was growing up. Things like “don’t act conceited” that make it tricky to go ahead and “toot my own horn.” Things like attitudes of prosperous people ingrained through my early life. “Rich people are just greedy.”

Since I began taking my writing seriously, and building very gradually (and somewhat hesitantly) toward a writing career, I’ve found that I’m more at the mercy of those old ideas than I’d like to be.

But yesterday I turned 48, and it’s past time to find the way to let them go, replace them with better thoughts – thoughts that can lead to more prosperity – for myself and my family, who have had a very lean year, and so that I’ll have more resources to share with others.

My very first patron…happy birthday to me, and a commitment to honor!

More than that, though – I’ll be finally proving that, when my father was wrong when he insisted that if I didn’t want to be a journalist, I’d only be “just existing,” and that wanting to earn a living with my writing was only a “pipe dream.” I don’t want to prove it to him –

I need to prove it to myself.

It may seem like I’m going out on a limb – but, really, I’m not.

I’m claiming my life, and the skills I’ve built over decades of writing, the vast majority offered for free to anyone who wanted it. I will still offer that; I love my fan fiction community, and sharing generously.

It’s scary-exciting, to have done this thing.

But it was the right thing to do.

Have you ever felt that way?

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This post has been a joint venture for Part-Time Monster’s #weekendcoffeeshare, and Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS), where the weekly prompt was “limb.”

 

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The Practicing Mindfulness Edition: #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I thought I’d get to this post earlier in the day, but that earlier in the day was instead filled with the ever-present Other Things.

You see, my Accomplice is starting a business, I am engaged in goals around that, my writing (it’s July #CampNaNoWriMo, and I’m writing a book without a plot for the first time in a few years, so the writing feels more…vivid than it has of late), and learning about marketing, platform and design. More, my daughter became a teenager a week ago, and my son will be going on a camping trip out of state with friends. He’s visited out of state friends before, but never for camping.

My kids are growing up, and their parents’ horizons are expanding too. For all of us, this is a time of exciting change and shifting. They are becoming adults. Jeremiah will be 16 in early September. He’s been studying the driver’s manual and the state licensing laws already, because he’s a practical, safety-minded person who also happens to love doing research on things that interest him.

We’re at that point where many families are dealing with “teenage rebellion.” As a matter of fact, I was told be a family member, back when the kids were 8 and 5, that “all teenagers rebel, even if only a little.” Because we don’t impose rules on our kids, and haven’t since they were 7 and 4, I was assured their teenage years were going to be disastrous.

And they certainly could be. I wasn’t a very nice mother, before I made a conscious, and very difficult to enact, decision that I needed to become a kinder, gentler, more respectful version of myself.

My kids, shortly after this change, referred to my former self as “Mean Mommy.” As in, “Back when you were a Mean Mommy.”

That hurt, to hear them say it. It still hurts that it was true, even though it’s been years since I lived up to that title.

But that’s a litlte off topic. I wanted to say, that if I had gone on down that Mean Mommy path I was on, I would almost certainly be in big trouble right about now. I’ve spawned a fifteen year old who is about 6’3” tall – and burly about the chest and shoulders, like his father – only bigger.

If I had made myself his enemy, way back then when he was still much smaller than me, I might be in very deep trouble now. Instead, I have an almost-a-man son with whom a maintain a close and connected relationship, even as he stretches toward independence. We don’t just tolerate one another, or have a state of truce.

We enjoy one another’s company. We take long walks together, where he shares his thoughts, and, sometimes, asks me for advice or opinions on his plans for the future. He’s recently discovered an interest in in local history, and we’ve visited several significant sites together.

I know that if I need to tell him I disagree or have serious plans about something he wants to do, that he’ll consider my opinion – because I’ve earned his trust and his respect.

As I said above, it wasn’t an easy change. The life I had as a child offers little in the way of positive examples, beyond that my parents did foster a sense of curiosity and a desire for learning, and they could be goofy and loving.

But the reality includes the shadow of abuse. Physical violence, screaming and shouting, inconsistent and sometimes harsh punishment, emotional manipulation and abandonment, and intentional, systemic humiliation were all a part of my childhood, and, at one point, I was very close to bequeathing them to my own children as their birthright.

I didn’t decide one day to change the entire way I raised my children, and then do it. The process of deciding took nearly a year. That was followed by a great deal of research and learning.

At first, I had to be mindful every moment – every thought, gesture, and word. I made a tremendous number of mistakes and missteps. I relapsed more than once, falling back on those old patterns I’d known since I was a small child.

If I hadn’t practiced mindfulness, I wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t be the mother of two teensI know I can guide without controlling. Whose judgment I trust, within the parameters of the maturity they’ve attained.

When I think about the way life might have been, I’m profoundly thankful that I chose mindfulness instead.

The post is a joint venture of Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by Linda G.Hill, and the #weekendcoffeeshare, back at its original home at Part-Time Monster Blog.

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The Time Plays Tricks Edition: an #SoCS #weekendcoffeeshare

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s quarter after 9, Saturday night, and I’m just getting around to setting up this post. I’d say that I wrote it in my journal about twelve hours ago, and that the hours between have been filled with productivity and celebration…in a low key, as befits the wishes of the object of the festivities….but, maybe it’s best if I just pour the drinks, and let you read for yourself…

Age 3 months – already brightening our lives.

July 8, 2017 –

In less than an hour, now, my daughter will be a teenager.

It doesn’t quite seem possible.

Wasn’t it only a couple of years ago that we brought home our sleepy little yellow-tinged bundle, and laid her in her bassinet in the living room?

Where, shortly after that, her brother, not quite three, almost smothered her because he thought she needed a pillow, and couldn’t figure out how to get it under her head?

Has it really been twelve years since her first birthday, when she’d just (finally) gotten her first tooth, and could speak in complete sentences?

Eleven years since the doctor’s question, “Can she say at least six words?” came only a few days after her question,”Mommy, what kind of medicine is this?”

 

Christmas time silliness with her big brother.

Ten years since she could tell you what DNA stood for, and even make a joke of it – “deoxyribonucleic BACID!” – and could quote Shakespeare, but still said, “aminal”, “Psghetti”; “allgalator”, and “NimM’s”?

Nine years since she turned four, and first met Sheet, who would be her constant companion for years to come?

Eight years since she proved herself a natural horsewoman in the making (who later outgrew that passion)??

A day at the races; age 5. Can you tell she had a good time?

Seven years since she lost her first tooth, and made a new best friend?

Six years since she launched her first cottage industry, selling art with her best friend at our local unschooling conference?

Five years since she learned to read – naturally, and quite suddenly?

Four years since she wrote her first poem, largely by accident?

Three years since she attained her first decade, and rediscovered her passion for Littlest Pet Shop characters?

Sometimes she needs to stop and smell the irises….

Two years since she got her American Girl doll, Grace, after half a lifetime of choosing something else at the last moment, when the opportunity came?

Already a year since she started blossoming into the first flush of womanhood, expanding her horizons and refining her passions?

Time plays tricks, I tell you.

Here’s this girl who comes up to my eyes now, who is lovely and mature and silly and moody and still the Force of Nature she’s always been…

Self portrait of a lovely young woman in the making, in her last days of being twelve.

And I know how she got here, and I can do the math….she is 13.

But, somehow, the time elapsed between her arrival at 9:33 on a Thursday morning in 2004, and this moment – 9:02 on a Saturday morning in 2017 – seems like a sustained, mostly happy blur, carrying us along as time works its tricky magic.

Today. Lise is 13 years old – and I am a proud, amazed, and slightly bewildered mother, shaking my head at the perfectly normal tricks time plays.

This post was written for Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  where today’s prompt is “ick” – by itself or as part of another word. And #weekendcoffeeshare, hosted by Emily at Nerd in the Brain. To learn more about either challenge, click on its title, or the associated icon to beam on over.

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The Brain Full of Words Edition of #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS

If we were having coffee, I might blink at you a few times, then apologize for keeping you waiting, because I wasn’t expecting you! The days have gotten a little jumbled up in big changes this month, and more of my own cups are getting cold several times over before I finish them (unless I never get around to finishing them. That’s happened a few times, too, lately.

If you’ve been out in the yard long, I hope you took a bit of time to appreciate it, despite or maybe because of the getting-shaggy grass festooned in a confetti of dandelions, or the hostas and irises poking their leaves audaciously out of the earth, or the paperwhites in bloom, or the buds on the two big lilac bushes. Those are still small, tight little lavender clusters, but they hold the promise of fleeting purple beauty and that scent that means spring to me…

Maybe by next weekend. For today, would you mind if we had our coffee out there? I’ve been trying to get outside daily, but I’ve been doing Other Things, so far today, and haven’t been out yet. We’ve got the two comfy camp chairs out there, and I can bring out the little table to put our drinks on. I also have fresh berries (strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, clementine oranges, and ice cream in several varieties. While it’s a little cooler today than it’s been the last couple of days, it’s still very pleasant out, with a light breeze.

Now that we’re settled, I’ll start off by warning you: It’s a kinetic time in my life, so I may just be distracted at any time, with little or no warning. That’s what happened last week – I started a post, then got distracted, and before I knew it, I’d been swallowed up by those Other Things…

The upshot is that I’ve been away longer than I planned to be…since the very beginning of a novel draft that’s now somewhere between half and two-thirds complete, as a matter of fact.

So, to make up a little for my absence, I thought I’d offer you a little temptation from that novel draft, which is a prequel to my Kifo Island series-in-progress. I think I’ll leave off the context, since I don’t think you’ll need it to get a sense of the moment.

We can call this bit “Intersection.”

Drea waited at the quiet early afternoon intersection, still not quite sure what she was going to do.

She looked left, toward the corner after next, right before the road curved a bit into the trees. That was Devin’s corner; she could see just a tiny slice of his yard.

She looked to the right. Nothing to see there.

And then she looked left again – and drove straight toward home. Toward Tim, and all the questions that still lie between them, like one of those hedges at the Pascal place.

Toward the hope of finding answers, and the fear over what they would be.

So that’s one of the things that’s been keeping me away…and now, I hear the siren song of the laptop keyboard and the characters vainly wishing I didn’t have more trouble on its way to them! =)

It was lovely to have this time with you, but I hope you’ll excuse me. Please feel free to sit here as long as you like – even take a refill from the carafe, if you wamt…

This week’s #SoCS prompt is “yard”. To visit more Stream of Consciousness Saturday posts, click here, or on the icon below.

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As for me, I’ll be madly writing, and feeling a little…