Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Monday, December 31, 2012

What are you doing New Year's Eve?

Well... if I am sitting here typing this and you are sitting there reading it?

(Oh... and I'm guessing that someone somewhen must have written the exact same words...)

Whatever it is, wherever you are... be safe...

Mostly dead...

Hmm... when last I looked, I had noticed...
Posts 1489...
Comments 2489... This seems rather odd, but the high comment to post ratio would be due mostly to a non-blogger dude this past year. Thanks DaveO.

My blog is mostly dead. I had a surge last night, but other than that I think it is just ... twitching... It's hard to tell.

Speaking of uncanny...

All things considered...

The Voice
By Shel Silverstein

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you– – just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

I think I have been uncanned.

Pennies from Heaven...

When I said "a penny for your thoughts"... the term "Pennies from Heaven", never even crossed my mind, and even though I had heard it before, I had never given it much thought. Then... the other day... I came across this in my Facebook travels.

Pennies from Heaven
by Charles L. Mashburn

I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground
But it’s not just a penny
This little coin I’ve found .
Found pennies come from heaven
That’s what my Grandpa told me
He said, “Angels toss them down”
Oh, how I loved that story .
He said when an angel misses you
They toss a penny down
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of a frown .
So don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue
It may be a Penny from Heaven
That an Angel’s tossed to you.

(Copyright © 1998 C Mashburn)

The timing was rather uncanny.

A beautiful day in the neighbourhood...

for a Sunday stroll.

Too much direct sunlight in this one, but the word that came to mind is... ethereal...

The last two I snuck in between the camera telling me the battery was dying.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sad to say...

The beauty and peace surrounds yet cannot encompass the emptiness that dims the light of my soul. There is but one light that brightens the darkness, but which wavers in the distance.

A Sunday stroll...

in the sun and snow...

I do have some more pics to post, and could have had more except that the battery in the camera died. Sigh.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Good Morning Christmas!

There is no reason whatsoever for me to be up at the ungodly hour of 7:30AM on Christmas norning... None. And to be THIS awake? Ridiculous. It has been a while since I've felt this awake, especially after less than four hours of sleep.

Funny thing... I wrote this (a line from a movie) a few weeks ago and never bothered to change it.
Oh, and... this little gem, I bought as a joke a couple years ago as a gift, but it is still hanging around the kitchen.  
They go together well I think...

A Charlie Brownish Christmas...

My Charlie Brownish Christmas tree...
Well... I did it... I finally finished cleaning the dining room and kitchen AND tidied up the laundry room. Massive amounts of stuff have been trucked back upstairs again. Two years worth of crap shuffled about and moved in a relatively short period of time. In the midst of doing that, every once in a while I would add a splash of Christmas in the dining room and kitchen, as well as outside... I cut some branches/ fronds from the fir and cedars in the yard and stuffed those into a couple urns to add some festive greenery. I did end up bringing in the sad looking tree I had dug up from the garden, and it sat naked in the corner of the dining room for a few days until I decorated it on Saturday. A couple sections I tied together with twine, another I tied to a strand of lights with fine silver thread, and another completely bare section I twist-tied a fake branch to. I attended to last minute cleaning up of small stuff last night and today, just in time for company. Haven't had anyone over to actually sit down and visit for ... four years? Has it been that long?
Anyways... it would appear that I am easing up on my not hugging. That would be... six today... Geesh.
Once again, I couldn't do much this year, so some thought had to go into what I could do for gifts. There have been a few times when I've been cleaning up down here and getting Christmas decorations down from upstairs when I've had those "what's the point?" moments, when my eyes have been so dry and tired, my brain burning. I stilll don't know what I'm going to do with my life, still don't know how I'm going to pay all the bills, still don't know what the point of it all is, but as I sit here typing this on Christmas Eve... now Christmas, in an empty house, filled only with the sound of my fingers hitting the keys and Christmas music in the background, tears welling up in my eyes, no dream, no future, but... I'm still here, and that's something.
Merry Christmas to you and those missing loved ones. May your future be merry and bright.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Friday, December 14, 2012

An image of illumination...

 Image from Facebook

A few months ago, I wrote about a very unusual dream I had two years prior. The image above, something I came across on Facebook, seems to encapsulate the imagery behind that dream, but without the blue tones, darkness, table and centerpiece. It was ... simpler.

Music and memories...

Cleaning up again and doing some Christmas stuff this evening, I decided to go upstairs and grab this to listen to, which was part of the crapload of my stuff that I packed up and brought from ye olde parents house a few months ago. As I listened to all four CDs (but never finished everything that I was working on), a whole bunch of songs came flooding back. The funny thing is that I was thinking of trying to sell the box set, but now I'm having second thoughts. My memory is pretty poor to say the least... I didn't realize all that I had forgotten.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


For some reason I don't think it is as cool as 02.02.02, which was 02022002, or 02.20.02, which was 02202002, but that's probably just me.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


(Mourning Athena by Silvia Pecota)

To honour the fallen since last time.

Pennsylvania, Montana, North Dakota,
New York (5), New Jersey (2), Arkansas,
California (4), Minnesota, Washington,
South Carolina, North Carolina, Texas,
Oregon, Iowa
and mom,
Dec 11, 2000


(From Facebook.)
What happens if there is no other heart and no other inspiration? What then?

Cold stone in an empty river...

I can feel my body growing cold
my heart turning to stone
and then the tears come
because I’m still breathing
There has to be a reason

(That's all there was, but I figure since it has been such a long time since any feelings with words have come, I had better write them down. Unusual form, but it is "as is, where is".)

Monday, December 10, 2012

Polaroid from the past...

No, there's no snow here yet. I was looking through some old polaroids I had taken after I moved here, and came across this one, from the backyard facing west. I'm quite surprised at how the colours turned out.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Sunday Sentimental Silly

Feed the kitty by tetleymoon

Had in mind a cartoon with a black cat that had tears welling up in its big eyes, and this one was suggested by T1G. I went agoogling and found the video, but I don't think it is the one I was thinking of. It did however, take me back to the correct time-space.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Transitional thoughts...

From Blog to Facebook, therefore from Facebook to Blog...

And... more on that four letter word, this time from Facebook...