#SOCSunday: A Pictures Says a Thousand Words

Say it Rah-shay By Sep 15, 2013 1 Comment


Getting back into the groove for fall, working the part time gig and the new school year has found me longing for the familiarity of routines that are still too new to be comfortable. As I work on getting he groove back, I find that one of the things I used to do was Stream of Consciousness posts, first with Fadra, and now with Jana. Fadra ALWAYS seemed to have known what was on my mind because I swear her prompts were something I had been thinking about, something that was tickling my mind and here was someone asking about it. With Jana, she wasn’t Fadra and I found that I was not always wanting to do the prompts because I am stubborn, hard-headed and at times possess the maturity of a teen. There is something about racing the clock, typing with no care, plan (sometimes) and challenging myself to write about something that is not carefully drafted and edited before I hit post.

This week Jana is asking us to take a look at all of those pictures captured on your phone and tell a story about it. C’mon; you know you wanna. My first cell phone was a Cingular deal that never properly hungup and was always getting me into trouble when I would complain about a caller (Sorry for that Charleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeene) and there was such little strorag space that I was quite frugal with my puicture taking. Now…Sky’s the limit and here is a picture I want to tell you about:


Pop Priscilla

Pop and I went to go see Priscilla, Queen of the Desert when it was playing at the Academy of Music. After the show she asked if we could stay and meet the cast and I balked thinking of all of the stuff I had to do when I got home (pick up The Bee, get ready for work the next day, something about the gym) when she saidf c’mon let’s do it and I ran to the car for a Sharpie while she stood by the stage door waiting for the actors. We waited with another guy who got impatient and ddecided that he was not going to wait and Pop kept saying we don’t have to wait but then she would chat about the show and I knew that we would wait until someone, anyone came out of that door. When the first actor came out she complimented him on the show, asked for an autograph and posed for a picture and I looked at this teen and thought she was no longer the kid who was timid and scared but a young lady who was bold and brave, at least braver than this old lady, and knew that she would be OK. Not that here was a doubt but there is always that moment whne you know that you should let them grow up but realize that they already have and that they were not waiting on you to do it and that it is done and well, it is.



SOCSunday-janasthinkingplace250This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (get it from Jan’s site).
  • Link up your post on Jana’s website

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1 Comment

  1. jana says:

    What a great picture! And fun story!

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