So far, we’ve seen that there may have been a possibility that I was switched at a store (remember Korvettes?).
But another switch-a-roo which comes to mind is something that has made house cleaning a bit more easy.
There is a musical cleaning aid that even my own cleaning crew (I finally broke down and got some help) has their music going while doing cleaning the dirty.
Twenty Minutes into the Future… The Sandbox Writing Challenge 36 — Lonely
Take Two: I tried this a couple of hours ago, but it didn’t post.
Lady Calen, over at Impromptu Promptlings, host blog of this ongoing inner excavation, asks us the question: What makes you feel lonely?
Naturally, first thing that popped into my head was a song:
And then another song:
It got me thinking if there was a difference between Lonesome and Lonely.
I’ve thought about this for a couple of days. I’ve always savored solitude, but I’m also a very gregarious type. If there was a time when I felt lonely, it might have been right after my mother crossed over. I missed her so much. I was going through a rite of passage, and I wanted her to be a part of it. It was odd, then, that in her passing, she was a part of it. The loneliness comes sometimes when I wish I could be sitting in what was once her meditation room, and is now becoming my own, talking with her as we had done so often. But I also realized quite quickly that my mother was part of the Greater Universe, and that she was in every flower, and blade of grass, in the beautiful brother and sister beings who share this world with us. I remember when I saw the hawk circling over me at the cemetery, I knew that was her helping me understand that I wasn’t alone.
Now, whenever I’m out, or even when I’m home, there is so much that brings her to mind, and I know that memories are ways of keeping the love alive.
Otherwise, I can’t think of when I’ve felt lonely.
Quantum Hermit 