What I do best is…

….love my alone time. 

Solitary, singular, isolated, throw out any definition of oneness that works and you will find me in between the letters. 

Smiling.

I’m an only child, you know.  Well, maybe you didn’t know that but I felt like sharing anyway.  Most, not all, only children aren’t lonely at all, in fact, we can do one thing better than anyone else.

What’s that?

Why, be alone, of course!

I miss so many things about being alone and I know you might wonder just what they are. 

Really, aren’t you curious?

Thought so. 

 

Well, here goes….10 things I miss about being ALONE! <drum roll>

1.  No one lecturing yelling at me, first thing in the morning and continuing again at night.

2.  My “stuff” where I want it without getting into a my-space-debate.

3.  Toilet seat always left down.  No cold porcelain greeting my posterior at 3 a.m. pee time. Not being greeted by just a cardboard roll where the toilet tissue once was. (Okay, I know this makes more than 10 but tell me you don’t miss not having to deal with this from your days of single-blissdom!)

4.  No soggy towels hanging in the  bathroom to dry off with after a shower.  (Now leaving bathroom-hell)

5.  No empty milk containers left in the fridge with the hope that the God of Milk will re-fill them at some point.

6.  Not having to cook a gourmet meal if all I want are Stella D’oro Swiss Fudge Cookies for dinner.  Or maybe nothing at all.

7.  Staying up all night watching movies without being reminded that I’ll just be a total, tired, cranky bitch in the morning.

8.  Burning scented candles everywhere without hearing sneezing and hacking complaints from another room.

9.  No one tampering with my car seat adjustment.  Rear and side view mirrors where I left each of them  and.. satellite radio left on Deep Tracks (not Opie & Anthony).  Plus, the steering wheel situated way down,  lap-low.  That’s how I roll.

10.  Getting up to walk outside  at 2 a.m., in my jammies,  to look at the full moon, maybe take some photos, and not seeing someone throw open a window to yell..“are you effing crazy?“. 

 

Yes I am.  Crazy for wanting to feel…lonely.

 

 

My response to one of Mama Kat’s Writing Prompts:  List the top 10 things you miss about being alone. (Inspired by The Little Hen House)

 

“I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.”
Audrey Hepburn

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Sweet memories…

Sweet and colorful, each one hides under blades of shiny grass, nestled inside a basket.

The flavors dance on little tongues, bringing smiles along with a search for more.

Red, green, orange.  One by one, they disappear.  The fun of finding them grows short.

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup and Prompt #45: Short and Sweet

Write something under 350 words to fit the theme “Short and Sweet” – do this by starting your piece with either the word “short” or the word “sweet” and ending it with the word you didn’t start with. For example, “Sweet Pea was short.” Alternatively, “Short bread is too sweet.”

Short and sweet Easter Blessings to everyone!

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Eliza

 

                                                         Who didn’t love her?

 

She was someone who influenced millions of women in having a simple little black dress in their wardrobe, each one desperately tried to wear it with the same elegance.

 

I so wanted to be just like her.  Well, more like the Eliza Doolittle character she played.  How I longed for a chance to reinvent myself and become a different person, so well-polished, fabulously dressed, and schooled in the best etiquette.

Me being me, I could so identify with spouting out some profanity at a crucial moment as Eliza did at Ascot.  I loved that.

 

And I loved her heart, her dedication to others, as well as her remarkable talent.  She was graced with the reputation of being a humble, kind and charming person, who lived the philosophy of putting others before herself.

 

Gregory Peck read this poem by Rabindranath Tagore after her death, a beautiful tribute to an extraordinary woman.

 

Unending Love

 I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

 

Once Eliza, forever… Audrey Hepburn.

 

 

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #44: Character

Your prompt this week was to write a post about a character who has influenced you in some way in your life. Someone you read about once that inspired in you a certain way of thinking or acting.

                                  “Come on, Dover! Move your bloomin’ arse!

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