Of Dying Dandelions and Wishes

After I said something positive about dandelions and wishes, someone told me, “Fluffy dandelions are nothing more than soon to be dead flowers.” And I responded, “No, not really. To me, a dandelion is a collection of wishes waiting to grow real.” I might’ve cackled, too (because I am obnoxiously positive *grins*).


the poem (for Poets United Poetry Pantry #492):

You see stings

everywhere,

I see blooming.

That woman (the one you ran away from, while screaming, “But she is full of snakes and needles!”), I see me in her wounds. I run to her, I chant with her, “I’ve made myself out all the wild I have lived.” Through the hurt (or because of the hurt), she smiles at me, she dances with me… and we soothe each other’s stitches.

You see dying dandelions

everywhere,

I see growing wishes.

and 3 not-so-random things (for Khaya’s Random Friday and Blogging Around with Rommy):

1. My dearest Rommy wanted to know if we indulged in goofy little things to get a smile going, on days that are less than awesome. To which I say, you bet your gorgeous, big-haired, vertically-challenged self that I do. My favorite bit of goofy indulgence is dark and dirty (and super-nerdy) humor. If I’m laughing at the horror, then I’m not dead yet. What about you, my Wicked Luvs?

2. Eons ago, when my hands started turning on me and holding a book became painful, The Boy (the most handsome nephew/son/friend of them all) got me an Audible subscription. And I love it. Not just because audiobooks rock *grins*, but also because of Audible Originals. You see, in addition to my monthly credit for an audiobook of my choosing, I also get 2 Audible Originals. Some of the freebies can be… meh, but more often the choices are delicious. Without the service, I probably would’ve missed You do You: Proud to Be Fabulous and Rivals! Frenemies Who Changed the World.

3. On “The SMART Act, Facebook, and My Waist”, I told you about saying adios to my FB profile. I stopped updating it and started a page. Now, I’m seriously considering unpublishing the latter (at least for a while). It’s not doing it for me. It sucks time, and it doesn’t seem to accomplish a whole lot. I might let it go on the 13^th. 

The SMART Act, Facebook, and My Waist

“If you trust in yourself… and believe in your dreams… and follow your star… you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.” ~ Terry Pratchett (there is a slight chance that I might’ve overused this quote, but… I don’t care)

Now, three not-so-random bits of wild living…

1. SMART Act: I’ve been reducing my social media usage—in order to write more (books keep refusing to publish themselves. The horror!). When I told a friend about this, she said, “SMART got to you, huh?” When I gave her my blankest look, she told me of The Social Media Addiction Reduction Technology (SMART) Act.

2. Adios Facebook Profile: I was going to say goodbye to Facebook, but there are still a handful of you with who I can only connect through the book of faces. So, I will change my profile into a page instead. Doing this will convert (according to Facebook) my profile Friends and Followers into page Likes. I need to keep a personal account, in order to manage the page, but… I will only friend my Mother in Law, The Boy, and my Piano Man… Anything else facebookish, I shall do through the page (which means that I will only be able to comment on public posts). My Instagram account shall remain as is.

3. An Inch at a Time: I’ve lost a bit over an inch of my waist in the last 3 months. I’m quite pleased with myself… and can’t wait until my latest surgical site heals, so that I can start trampolining and hiking and calisthenic(ing) my chunkaliciousness away.

What about you, my Wicked Luvs? What have you been up to?

 

joining Khaya’s Random Things and Blogging Around with Rommy