The sign…


Now and then, a writing prompt jumps off my screen and starts pushing my buttons for a response.  Possibly, that’s in line with my zodiac sign, even a personality flaw which pushes my need to elaborate beyond all reasonable boundaries.  Ah, yes, that’s a Virgo, feet planted firmly in some ideal that our immediate world has for us and the intense pressure on how we feel we should view ourselves.  My goal always tends to be perfect in all I do and boy, do I get frustrated when that isn’t possible.  I’d venture a guess that, for most of us, these life goals are essentially every damn thing you want to accomplish in life before passing on, the important stuff others remember you by when you are no longer around.  And, goals give you purpose and direction in guiding your life.


It’s said that Virgos have one of the best memories of all zodiac signs.  That…is a biggie, at least for me, having a mother who suffered with Alzheimer’s disease.  The fear of basically losing my mind to the warfare of dementia may be a guiding factor of my birth sign, a daily quest in not forgetting everything and everyone important in my life.  Often, at work, someone will make a snarky criticism on something they felt I should have remembered and pushes that above mentioned button.  Most of my positive personality traits immediately turn negative and I launch into an overly-analytical response in defense.  Any criticism brings forth frustration and my very short temper.  And, yes, I am an extreme nit-picker!  Don’t judge.


I do try to be supportive of the people in my life and will, at times, give all benefit of the doubt, always maintaining some critical reserve.  Just in case.  I can be very passive-aggressive if I’m not sure of someone rather than making it clear that I don’t care for them.   Do I go to an occasional extreme with attention to detail?  Hell, yes.  Way more than just occasional.  The thought of not doing something well, or under-performing, often stops me from doing that task at all, just to avoid being challenged…or corrected.  Sometimes, being needed too often causes me to not have enough time and I’m like the White Rabbit, running from here to there saying “Oh dear!  Oh dear! I shall be too late!”  Under all this zodiac madness is the drive to stay busy, focused and give everything I do great attention to detail and perfection. 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop…What does your birth sign say about you? Is it correct?  All in all, I’d say my birth sign is pretty much on-target.  I enjoy being somewhat of a master planner with attention to detail and pretty much have a reputation for taking responsibility and picking up slack in certain situations.  Mostly, I try to think of everything…because I’m so fearful of forgetting.


Give me a break…

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: break.

Seems easy enough.  I mean, one can break a leg (or some other body part), possibly break an object (just not in anger, please) or, in Judaism, break-fast with the meal eaten after fast days such as Yom Kippur and Tisha B’Av.  Or, plain and simple, just take a break, in general.  Kind of a pregnant-pause, so to speak, which should be then followed by something significant.

Well, that’s not so easy.  All of my energies to write and bring forth something earth-shattering or even meaningful, a tad more than one week after Christmas, have long departed the ranch.  And, it’s not just me, folks.  So many people I’ve spoken with are slowly climbing out from under all the holiday madness that seemed to fly by at warp speed.  It’s like the holidays came, went, conquered, and left millions of exhausted survivors to now start undoing every last festive touch that seemed to take us so much time to put in place.

I just feel the need in having to blame something and that lies on the calendar for 2019.  We all know that Thanksgiving is celebrated on the 4th Thursday in November but, in 2019, with November 1st being on a Friday, that placed the traditional 4th Thursday of the month into the #5 Thursday slot in November.  Got that?

Fair warning…this same date-situation will take place in 2024 when Thanksgiving will fall on November 28th.  Again.  Until that date, we’re good to go and should all be in fine shape to dive, head-first, into the holiday season.

You’re welcome and…Happy New Year!


A moment, long ago…

An old photograph that captured a moment in time, insignificant to others who may look at it. 


Me at Hudson Park

Snow in the background, obviously a cold day and a little girl with somewhat of a “pained” look on her face.  Was it from the hat tied too tightly under her chin or the straps on her Mary Jane shoes causing discomfort?  No mittens? 

Or something more?

As the subject matter on that January day in 1949, I can still recall what I was thinking…and feeling.  Old photos are funny that way.  We can forget so many things but one image can transport us back in time in a matter of seconds.  In that background was my father, scolding me to stop wiggling around while my mother took pictures with her Brownie camera.  I was cold, my hands were freezing, my ankles hurt and I remember how that little woolen hat was rubbing under my chin.

And…I had to go to the bathroom!

The photo session ended, I was abruptly removed and replaced to the back seat of my father’s car, to be lectured from the front seat, that I would never again be allowed to drink a n y t h i n g before a Sunday, or any, family expedition.


workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Throwback Thursday! Find an old photo and share the backstory!  Oddly enough, when I pulled up this photo for the writing prompt, memories just came flooding-in.  My mother purchased the coat and hat set I wore from Arnold Constable, a long-ago, favorite, department store in our town.  I despised the outfit…especially the leggings that came with it…all made of the itchiest wool known to man.  At least it seemed that way to me.