Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “cash”
It’s a dirty word so they say, and as a product it’s actually dirty if you ask my friend about this who works in a cash office. I guess if you think about it logically it’s true too, all those places that money seems to go that we never really think about. Notes they get scrunched up in pockets, rolled up for drugs, left in old socks under mattress for paranoid people saving for a rainy day. They get folded and slipped into bra’s by girls out dancing but are too young to carry a bag (ah I remember those days fondly), or folded into the back of a travel pass – that emergency money we all desire to have available.
Then of course we still have the coins to think about, covered in ridges ready to hold the dirt and grime of everyday life. Clammy metal that attracts all manner of bacteria from sticky fingers eager to by sweets, or coins placed in mouths by bored children which then get put back into purses. Coins that drop on to pavements or roll through the grass . We even used to have a game of monies when we were young (after marbles got banned in our school) which meant we were actually just throwing money around on the floor yet we never questioned the germs: and you can bet the tuck shop never did either.
Even now I will always find dusty coins while cleaning, hidden in handbags and pockets of coats, or simply coins that have been dropped and rolled out of sight. I have containers of pennies that get put into tubs with the idea that one day I will pour them into the cash counting machine yet this never actually happens so instead I just end up with a big coin mountain.
Maybe one day soon I will get around to actually doing this, I could be rich! Or at least have enough for a bottle of wine to reward myself for the next batch of cleaning
Perhaps the first thing I did in May was have a little blogging break from the every day posts. I felt it had a hard working month throughout April and at least deserves a few days rest hehe. But as for my reflections on the A-Z challenge you will find they are wholly positive.
Reasons I thought the A-Z challenge was great (in no particular order)
• It gave me motivation to write, read and blog
• It supplied me with an endless source of inspiring blogs to discover
• It felt heart warming to log in to find a new comment or a new follower
• I had fun visiting blogs and joining in conversations
• I found a lot of blogs that were not within my usual radar which I enjoyed
• The A-Z gave me a structure which was helpful
• I was introduced to new ideas on how to format my blog
• Learned new WordPress skills
• Felt like I was part of a wider community
• It encouraged me to use social media more
• Made me think about new possibilities
So many great blogs were found during the month of April and I am still determined to get through the others that I didn’t get the chance to visit, so this might take me up until the next one!
I have also started to think if I should start up another blog for things like challenges and different types of posts. Although I think it is lovely to see traffic throughout my blog there is still something that feels a little odd opening up my little poetry blog to such a wide space (I know this probably makes no sense). Not only this but I also think that a separate place would give me the opportunity to play around with things and not worry that I will lose my poems, and then I could also make one an adult only place and one a family friendly for these types of challenges as this was a worry for me even though I don’t add explicit images, I think I would rather be safe than sorry.
For everyone that joined in with the A-Z challenge, be it writing, blogging, reading or even just liking post then thank you to all and I hope you had fun too 🙂
And big thanks to the hosts of the challenge who created a wonderful event and whose blogs you can check out here:
Arlee Bird @ Tossing it Out
Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh
Jeremy Hawkins @ Hollywood Nuts
Damyanti Biswas @ Daily Write
Heather M. Gardner @ The Waiting is the Hardest Part
Author AJ Lauer
Pam Brown Margolis @ An Unconventional Librarian
Zalka Csenge Virág @ The Multicolored Diary
Joy Campbell @ The Character Depot
John Holton @The Sound of One Hand Typing
Awesome job 🙂
An overreaction to bread
Foc ca chia I say
Don’t you mean foc cach ia she says
A round of fucks I gave
and a rant
about how condescending it is to correct people
on their pronunciation of words
Check out more fun over at A-Z Challenge
To be a Bee or not to be
It begins with a single moment of perfection, a conversation about an A-Z challenge and a pondering over the next idea for a B post. Then it arrived like a beautiful beacon, the perfect prompt for me to spring from.
So thank you to Linda for choosing this week’s prompt to land into the conversation at exactly the precise time that it was needed, I beamed a broad grin and was very happy with the discovery of my BE prompt. Now I was free to run away with the word and roll it up into new wondrous ways. Though perhaps not in the way that my initial conversation went, with had the bee literally being rolled up into a rizla and smoked, I mean who would smoke a bee? Only a crazy person surely!
Yet as is happens I was happily mistaken and the poor boy was merely mentioning that people smoked out bees rather than smoked them, which seems a terrible thing to do when they are already on the decline. Don’t fret though bee lovers, the conversation was pulled back up into a nice level, with the disclosure that the bees in his compost bin were not smoked out and evicted, they merely co-existed in mutual happiness. Well except for the time when the bin vibrated under the warm summer months at which point it was given a wide birth.
So those bees could happily go about their business of creating honey for which to dine upon and feed their offspring. I fancied that they could have a bee banquet: a smile arose as the image emerged.
Just a tiny table surrounded by seated bees wearing napkins and eloquently talking about their hard day’s work whilst they waited for their honey holding tiny runcible spoons.
art alike Pollock
Check out some other great blogs over at NaPoWriMo
It’s a little late but I had a sneaky weekend away which I guess I could technically class as research for my theme which will be:
This in essence is going to be me taking inspiration from conversations had or overheard (the train is a great one for this). It might be a stray word that gives me a springboard, or a turn of phrase that I like, maybe even a poem inspired by the subject matter.
Since this is the A-Z Challenge they also will need to match up to the allocated letter of the alphabet, so I am already out with my notepad jotting down ideas to use.
I’m counting online conversations as viable too so beware, I might just steal your words!
If you fancy checking out some of the other theme reveals then check out the list over at A-Z Challenge
Over at Linda’s blog for the prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “egg.”
I had some train time without internet to kill so this prompt was a lovely thing to fill the gap, thank you Linda 🙂
What it the chicken of the egg that came first? Obviously those cunning folk among us know that the answer to this age old question is the egg. Ok,so it wasn’t a chicken egg, but a lizard or fish egg is still an egg never the less and why should they count of any less value. It reminds me of a poems I once read as a child and whilst I enjoyed the rhyme enjoy to remember it, I guess at the time that I never really understood it.
The codfish lays ten thousand eggs
The humble hen lays one
The codfish never cackles
to tell usewhat she’s done
But we all scorn the codfish
Whilst the humble hen we prize
Which only goes to show you that it pays to advertise
But isn’t it a great little poem and actually shines quite a truth on real life: those that shout the loudest do seem to get more out of life, whilst the quiet hard workers continue to strive on and get passed over. (walks away from the rant)
Now I remember this poem from a poetry book that I used to have as a young child, I can’t remember the book title or the poet and maybe even some of the words are incorrect but it is from an old memory. This isn’t the only poem I remember from being a child, which I think is testement to how poetry can really make an impact on people, or children even. I think it was the rhyme that made it stick, along with others such as Gerry the giraffe and Rhubarb Teb. Even the old Oliphant which I only found out as an adult came from a book: Tolkien – Lord of the Rings. When I think to myself of all the poems and song lyrics that I can remember it’s actually a fair amount of memory, yet I cannot seem to remember where I leave keys or recall conversations I have had the previous day: what’s with that?
Sometimes my mind draws such a blank on simple everyday things and I can’t work out how it can be so good for silly non important facts yet I can’t retain information that would be helpful. Perhaps my brain is just wired to prefer absorbing enjoyment rather than function.
So the prompt was egg right? *makes mental note to purchase Easter eggs in the sales to top up the chocolate supplies*