Hello readers,
You know how much I love dogs. Well, I have started a new blog about them. Actually not any old dogs. It’s about dogs you know. It’s about Pippa and Henry, dogs you know well. It’s going to be a challenge because I’m going to try to post every day using the Daily Prompts as inspiration.
So, it’s Erin Tharp, signing off, at least for now.
I almost forgot! The new blog is ThePoochPlaceblog.wordpress.com. I can’t wait to see you there!
I like order. Needless to say, I despise clutter. If something doesn’t have to be there, it shouldn’t be.
I know I’m not alone in my opinion, but is anybody as anal as I am, to demand order in penmanship?
I googled “messy handwriting font” and was shocked when an entire page showed up, each worse than the other. Then I thought of the wedding invitation I received last week from my sister.
Now that’s a font! Now if only the font gods would agree…
Don’t they make a cute couple?
The word “heard” did nothing for me. Because of that, I went to myriumwebster.com, expecting to use their word of the day. But something caught my eye. It was an article on how the dictionary needs to be constantly changed (I know I’m a nerd when things like that fascinate me).
It said more than a thousand words have been added, in all categories. Sports to science. Slang to music.
Some 2017 editions include urgent care, air-ball, and Epi-pen. In slang, you have whack, boo-hoo, and yowzah. I see that spell check hasn’t caught up!
I wonder what people 50 years ago (heck, 10 years ago!) would have thought about not just recent dictionary additions but our language today in general.
This post was another post about nothing, but what words would you add?
Probably twenty years ago (oh my gosh) I read about random acts of kindness. The book pointed out that the good deeds didn’t have to be big, just knowing that you made somebody’s day. I found this story on Liftable.com.
It’s sometimes hard to push our needs away. But if we did once in a while. Wouldn’t this be a more loving world?
I love Dr. Seuss quotes. Now, being an adult, I can see the beauty in what I was reading 30 years ago. I love this one especially. It tells us to always let our true selves shine through.
Courtesy smoosh.com
I’m currently in WordPress’s “class,” Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration. I am going to try to keep up, but I completely forgot about Christmas when I signed up. So, I may get backed up, but my first assignment…
Day 1: Why do you blog?
My answer to this question has changed. Like I said in my “About Me,” I had a blog about my life, in general. I had hoped to connect with people in my same situation. But I guess if doctors, with all of their experience, have never seen a case like mine, I wouldn’t find it with a blog. Plus, my life is a challenge, often frustrating. The last thing I wanted to do was to reflect on that, I found.
When I think of “follies” I think of something just fun. Some people scrapbook for fun, others collect stamps, or stargaze. Me, I write. I like the mental challenge and, being nonverbal, it’s like I am speaking to the entire world!
So, I guess this blog is something fun for me. A hobby, if you will.
There. Day One of class done–many more to come!
All of these WordPress words, there have been more than a few that I’ve had to Google their definition, I’m afraid, reminding me of a spelling bee.
I remember, barely, representing Mrs. Compton’s fifth grade class in the school bee. I don’t remember what word got me out, but doesn’t mystical sound like (and look like) one that could? Mystical. It’s tricky for a child. Should be mysticil, I think. Until I see it. Then neither seems right!
I watch the national spelling bee on TV, and it’s definitely not good for the ego. Children (one contestant a first grader, meaning he’s six), are spelling ridiculously long words that someone in their 30s, meaning that I have 27 years of life on them (I had to use a calculator), couldn’t necessarily spell
Here is the youngest contestant from the 2016 bee, spelling the longest word I have ever seen:
I think when I was six, I was using our dog as Barbie’s school bus. In my opinion, this child has too much time on his hands.
I questioned whether or not I should write this post. I didn’t want my readers to feel inferior to a six year old. But misery loves company.
Imagine, if you will, it’s 5 pm, I’ve already had dinner (dad is obviously out of town), and I’ve turned in. Hey, I had physical therapy this morning and I’m beat—please don’t judge. Not turned in to go to sleep, mind you, but to relax beforehand. My DVR has some good things recorded: “This is Us,” “Code Black,” “Intervention.” Or, I might choose to read on my TV using Apple TV, where my book shows up on my TV because of the mirroring feature. Another option is watching streaming Netflix. I’m on a “Fuller House” kick now.
The electric blanket is on and Maggie might be on the foot of my bed. Although nothing is supposed on top of the electric blanket, a 30-pound dog doesn’t count on a chilly evening, does it?
I signal that I’m ready for bed at nine (I am an early riser) using an app on my iPad that flashes a light in the family room for Mom and Dad.
Although I turn in early, I love my bed. You would probably agree with me when I say that sleep—your bed, period—is very underrated.
If you were an elementary school student (or parent) in California, I have three words that will bring back memories for you: Fourth-grade missions. And if you don’t live in California, fourth grade is when you study California history.
Fourth grade was over twenty years ago so I don’t remember much other than the missions are a day’s walk apart. Don’t quote me, but I think they were built by Spanish monks.
Anyway, the big project in fourth grade was constructing a replica of a mission that was assigned by Mrs. Collins. I got Mission San Juan Capistrano. I had been there several times as it was in South Orange County, maybe an hour away.
Dad is very handy and loves things that require construction. Me, I couldn’t care less. Just as long as I got an A on my mission. How my teacher could believe that mine was built by a fourth grader I’ll never know. He (we, I mean) even used blue Saran Wrap in the fountain at the Mission’s entrance.
“Fortunately” for me, I cut myself with the Xacto knife, proof to Mrs. Collins that my beautiful mission wasn’t just Dad’s project.
But I remember the Xacto incident very clearly
I cut myself not helping Dad, but playing with the knife because I was bored. But Mrs. Collins didn’t have to know that.
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