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Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “that time.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Remember that time when it seemed like it would take forever to be grown up or for Christmas to come? There was that time when I was 15 sitting in my friend’s bedroom and we wondered if we’d ever have a boyfriend or a real kiss. Then there was that time I thought I’d die because David, my first boyfriend, was moving far away to Connecticut. How would I ever live with him so far away? Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore? He moved on the last day of school in tenth grade. By the end of the summer, I was starting to notice other guys. I did not forget David, but life went on. And on. And on….

The stream of consciousness is stalled in a continuous whirlpool of memories I am self-editing. Why? Okay, there was that time I went skinny dipping in the ocean, and didn’t get caught or eaten by a shark. Lots of close calls in the1970s. My guardian angels worked overtime then. Thank you! very much!

Settled down in the 80s. Worked hard. Got married. Had two kids…..

There was that time when my husband of 20 years sat me down on the couch and told me he was leaving. That was probably the biggest shock of my life. I didn’t know how would live with such a shock. But life went on. And on.

There was that time in the winter of 2011 when I promised myself, I’d stop looking for a partner until my daughter graduated from high school that June. Then maybe I’d have some of my own adventures. Three days after she graduated, David, found me on Facebook. We were married in December of 2012.

Now, time is zooming along. So much water under the bridge. But nothing is wasted. Everything has brought me to this point in time.

Slow down, time! I am content and love spending time with my family – David, my daughter, her fiancé, my son, and granddaughter, and of course the dogs… and the trees… petting Mama Cat, smelling the flowers…

Time and God have a way of working things out.

Since we moved, I’ve been able to spend more time hiking with my daughter, Ayla, like we did Wednesday. She took the last two photos, and I took the ones of the river bluffs, rocks, and moss.

(More to come on our hike!)

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Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rock’.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Painting rocks can be therapeutic. It’s been a while since I painted rocks, but I remember the relaxing feeling of becoming lost in the moment and the satisfaction being able to finish a rock in one sitting. In all honesty, it’s easier to use markers or paint pens. Here are some rocks I’ve “painted” with markers.

Rocks can be comforting when underfoot providing support and stability. (It helps if they’re flat.) Rocks have been around for a long time. They’ve been used for tools, weapons, support, burying people or animals, cooking, and lots of other things, like sitting on. I collected rocks and shells as a kid. So it’s not surprising that I still have some sitting around, just because they feel good to have around.

So many rock songs and lyrics have been written about rocks. I am a Rock, I am an Island. We will, we will Rock you! Rock and roll will never die. Then there are the gospel and other Christian songs about the rock of my salvation and the Rock of Ages. Rocky roads make strong or at least careful travelers. Rocky Road ice cream was my favorite once upon a time. Rocky and Bullwinkle were a cartoon team many moons ago. Rocking chairs are a wonderful invention. Rocking a baby can be comforting for the rocked as well as the rocker.

Some rocks should not be disturbed, like river rocks that might be homes for salamanders. Even if you want to make a rock tower balanced in a river, do it somewhere else, not with someone’s home. And be careful about sitting on river rocks, or you might turn into a toad, like in the song, Tapestry by Carole King which is still one of my all-time favorites.

Soft, mellow rock is my favorite kind of music. In high school, Rocky Mountain High was my favorite song.