Tuesday Writing Prompt

List the top 3 things you want to do before you kick the bucket.

Can I start this Writing Prompt by saying that choosing only three things is incredibly hard?

Thank you for your indulgence and understanding. I am truly not a greedy person when it comes to fulfilling a list like this. I don’t have hundreds of things and most of them are little things. So my choices are: do I make this a wonderfully profound post, saying things like

“I just want to see my children all happy and settled and successful.”

“I want animal abuse to stop, and those Sarah Mclachlan commercials that make me cry to stop also.”

“I want to be remembered as a kind and giving person.”

I do want all those things and more along the same line but sometimes those things sound cliché.

Perhaps I should appear selfish and list three really truly spectacular things I want. Tonight I am in the mood for selfish I think, so here goes.

I want to travel. I want to see Europe. My death would truly have to be a long, long way off because I want to travel for years, country hopping at whim. I also have to fudge a bit on this one and add that I want to overcome my fear of flying. Boat and train travel throughout Europe may add years to this quest.

I want to be a rock star and go out on tour. This entails being able to sing or at the very least having a great backing band that can cover up my mistakes and slightly off-key vocalizations. I want my musician son to be a part of my band. I want to feel what it’s like to stand on stage and see hundreds of facing looking back at me because they love what I do. I don’t want groupies.

*This one is also slightly in the realm of fantasy I believe, but no where in the prompt did it specify that these things must be a part of objective reality.

I want to own and run a successful Bed & Breakfast in a truly historic home, preferably a haunted historic home. I would settle though for just owning a grand old Victorian and living in it, just for myself. It would be decidedly more fun to share it though.

This example by the way is the Steever House B&B in South Dakota.

Alright, there’s my list.

Now what would you choose? Remember, only 3 things.

 

 

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Can someone explain the term vacation to me?

I am currently taking vacation number 2. This one coming just a few short weeks after my first vacation.

Vacation is a relative term here by the way. I do not vacation in the normal sense. This is not my vacation:

In fact, that first vacation is a blur, literally. I have no idea what happened during that week other than I spent it doing non-vacation things. The same goes for this second week.

These are some of the things I do my vacation:

I clean my house.

I shop with my daughter looking for maternity clothes for her baby shower. After more stores than we could count, two shopping malls and 3 hours we finally found two dresses at Old Navy. I must interject that Old Navy has some really cute maternity clothes. Too bad most of them can only be ordered online. Lucky us-2 in my local store.

I meet with my wedding clients to tour the venue for their reception. The wedding is 3 1/2 weeks away!

I write a Sociology paper.

I bake and freeze goodies for the baby shower this weekend.

I do yard work.

I organize baby shower stuff. The picture below is NOT our shower by the way, merely an example. I have way more stuff.

I shop for baby shower food.


I clean again.

I plan an extra special post baby shower surprise for my daughter.

Which of course I can’t reveal here as she reads this blog.

If and/or when I find some extra time I do this.

Don’t you all agree-all of this looks like the perfect vacation? And guess what? In one week I get to stop being on vacation and go back to doing this. I think it’s called work.

 

Yes, this is a disjointed rambling post. Deal with it.

A few hours early to be sure, Tuesday’s prompt is on hold. Something has struck me lately as I find myself spending more time on my blogs. My own personal question is this:

Who exactly am I writing for these days?

When I started a blog long, long ago using Google I was writing for myself. It was basically a journal. Actually not even a journal but what it really started out as was a memoir for my kids. I made this wholehearted but tiresome attempt to take myself back in time and begin to chronicle my life for my kids. I mean my entire life. Every single thing I could remember as early as I could remember it. It was great fun for a while, but then I began to remember that I wasn’t very good at remembering anymore. It was taking a lot of effort to remember all the little nuances and stories and moments that would flash in and out of my head that I wanted my kids to know about.

I caught moments mostly through pictures and I’m sure that in the end,  had I continued, they would have gleaned some insight into their mom, but the whole idea became a struggle. I wanted to write about other things like my life now. Like my kids now and their lives. So Google went away and this blog was born. At first I only made it available to a few but in a short amount of time I realized that I felt more comfortable putting myself out to the world. For a long time I didn’t open the blog to close friends or acquaintances. I was worried about their opinions on some of the things I write about here.

That really is sort of odd because it’s not like a fill this blog with profanity, or pornography or radical revolutionary ideas such as plans to overthrow the government. In fact this blog is usually pretty darn tame. I also decided that if they didn’t like what I had to say then they didn’t need to read it. Again odd, but that was really a freeing realization.

Then along came college, and my rants and whining about this class or that professor and the next thing I knew The Perpetual Student was born. I try to contain my student self to that blog although the two have been known to overlap.

The point of my question way up there in bold letters is that I have become a follower of quite a number of blogs lately. A small number actually when compared to the blogs I read or simply visit that have massive amounts of followers. Some questions for those bloggers as I ponder my presence here:

1. How do you do it? Where do all those followers come from? Do you have a flashing light on your blog that says READ ME-FOLLOW ME-I AM GREAT-STOP BY AND JOIN

2. Why do you do it?  I follow a few writing blogs so that answer is pretty obvious, but just in general I wonder what your initial motivation was to become a blogger on WordPress. What happened one day when you woke up? Did you just say to yourself, “Today is the day I start a blog.” and do it?

3. When do you have time to do anything else? Some bloggers have a gazillion followers and comments posted from those same gazillion followers all the time. When do you eat, sleep and work. How can you find the hours in the day to reply?

I do realize that not every blog on WordPress encompasses a mass following and many bloggers have many reasons for being here. I have barely scratched the surface of this world, mostly because I don’t have the time nor the inclination to sit for hours looking at all of the blogs here. Does anyone do that? Or do you just find your little niche’ and stick to it?

I think all these weird thoughts are circulating in my head because they fall under the same sort of umbrella concept we ask in Creative Writing.

How do you write, why do you write and when do you have time to do anything else if you think of yourself as a serious writer? I’m learning more about the how part, have some handle on the why part but still struggle with the when part.

All of those questions bring me back to my original. Just who am I writing for in this blog and at TPS? Is it just an escape for me?  Am I tired of listening to myself talk so I felt I should subjugate the world to my thoughts? Am I writing with the hope that one day someone will tell me that this blog is the best ever? Am I wasting time. Should I just take to my bed with a good book and reserve this computer for intellectual college pursuits?

Quite possibly the only real point to this ramble tonight was that I am trying to avoid writing a Sociology paper.

Perhaps I should sign off now and wait for an epiphany to happen that will answer all these questions.

 

 

Sons

Here I sit, at the computer trying to kill some time before Downton Abbey comes on PBS in just over one hour. I have been wandering back through some of my older posts. I never quite realized just what an eclectic mix of topics I write about.

I was struck though by the realization that I hardly ever write about my son and I’m not really sure why. He is a terrific son. He is smart, funny, talented, loving and struggling to make it in a world that isn’t always kind to college grads who chose to pursue a slightly different path.

He also has a fantastic significant other in his life who he met while at college and who he began dating in his sophomore  year I believe. She is also trying to come to terms with the fact that what one has written on ones diploma is not always the life path that unfolds initially. These two have so much to give and are probably two of the most intelligent people in the mid twenty crowd that I know, yet they are stuck behind circumstances that keep them tied to a daily struggle to do nothing more than earn enough money to pay rent and live.

This instrument has been the guiding force in Jeff’s life since 5th grade:

So much so in fact that he turned his love of playing music into composing music and chose this as his major in college. I know nothing about the intricacy of composition, nor have any idea what one must do to put those compositions out into the world for other talented musicians to see, hear and desire to play as their own. He consistently works so hard, playing many of his pieces locally himself. He does have some connections through old school acquaintances but this passion that was supposed to turn into a career is stalled due to the fact that he wants to eat also.

Perhaps this needs to be an unabashedly open plug for my son and a call out to anyone who reads this blog or has a connection to anyone musical. Jeff today goes so far beyond his original debut with the alto sax in 5th grade playing his first solo to Hawaii 5-0. He is self-taught in so many musical instruments, many I am probably unaware of. He was self-taught in music theory until he reached college and could officially get credit for those self-same classes.  He composed and had pieces played by outstanding musicians. He received awards and honors for his work.

When contemplating grad school in 2010 he stuck to his passion rather than his practical inner voice. A Master’s degree in composition looks great, but ultimately means he faces the road toward research and eventually teaching. He is a great teacher, has had numerous students over the years, but teaching is not what he wants. He writes and he wants what he writes to be out in the public domain. He wants it to be played for the world.

Here are a few pictures of this son of mine, all with his companion.

This great guy, both of these great people just need an open door. An opportunity to shine. I know it will happen for them one day but as a mom I don’t want them to have to wait. I don’t want them to have to put aside their dreams and settle for occupations. I want them to both follow their passions and give to the world the way they were meant to.

An award to brighten my day

Look what I found in my inbox this morning from http://bodhisattvaintraining.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/big-bigger-biggest/

What a lovely bright spot to add to the sunshine just coming over the roof tops and peeking through my window. Bodhisattva, filled with wisdom as the name implies, mentions the many paths that the blogging world seems to create. I am happy to be one of those wayside places along the path just waiting for other bloggers to stop and rest for awhile.Thanks B!

In accepting this award one must:

1. Copy the Beautiful Blogger Award logo and place it in your post. 2.  Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog. 3. Nominate 7 other bloggers for their own Beautiful Blogger Award, and comment on their blogs to let them know.

Here are my 7 blog nominees in no particular order. They are just some of the many wonderful wayside places I stop on my journeys each day.

 

http://smswsf.wordpress.com/

http://letitbelovely.com/

http://makesmewander.com/

http://trophos.wordpress.com/

http://virginiaplantation.wordpress.com/

http://wheresmybackpack.com/

http://butimbeautiful.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

Now I’ve gone and done it

Yep, I have committed to a series. On television. On Sunday evening. From 9-10:30.

I work on Monday. I get up at 4:30.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

This new-found delight is not even a new series. Background: I watch very little television. I have a few shows on Monday nights and Thursday nights that I like. When those aren’t on my husband has free rein on the TV. Oh, we do have another television set but why turn on a second electronic device when my preferred shows are on in the other room anyway.

Have you all heard of the PBS series, now out on DVD and probably other digital media, called Downton Abbey? Well, of course you have as this series is already past its second season. I know. I am way behind when it comes to jumping on the Downton bandwagon, and the biggest reason for this is the time this series airs in my locale. (See notation above)

I like to sleep. I need to sleep, especially on Sunday nights when 4:30, and my cat beckon just around the corner. I don’t live in a cave really. I knew full well of this series and its following. Time was the only deterrent for me over the last few years.

But Downton  knew how to get to me. How to dig in its magic charms of royalty, England, grandeur, history, suspense, romance. Downton also knew when to strategically reappear in my PBS lineup. She showed up quietly, by accident on a Sunday evening when coincidentally I had a week’s vacation and had no need to arise at 4:30 on Monday.

I am now hooked, line and sinker as they say.

Monday mornings are not easy. Maybe the answer is to stop working on Monday, especially since I have Tuesday off anyway.

Four day weekend anyone? It gets my vote.