I  journal mornings with stream of consciousness exercises, and
I’m again participating in Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.  whenever I have time.  I write to a timer, 15-20 minutes, no editing except spelling, and of course I add my art!  You can do it too!
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is any word with “ght” in it!

Tough week. Sammy died Wednesday.  Fifteen years old.
A bright light in my mornings in the studio, he was to sick to go on.

Besides Sammy dying, the week has been one long fight.
The onslaught from one client has taken the delight completely out of her project.
Over two days, she wrought havoc in our studio,with angry letters.
But the oddest thing was that she had the ability to get what she wanted from us;
the fight was in her.  You’d think I might be able to get her to see that,
but this encounter, combined with another not too long ago,
has me categorizing some people in a whole new light.  Nutz**.

I’ve always assumed that most people had a reason for strange behaviors that were
self-serving, or in their best interest, but more and more I am seeing, either in personal settings or on the political stage, people who don’t seem to be operating in their best interests.  In light of this week, it is official; there is some sort of delicious righteous fight in some people that seems to have no end and there  is no ability for resolution.
Nothing that might be offered allows for resolution, including, in some other cases, but not this one, a simple apology on my part — I mean, I can be an arse from time to time — though I think you’d have trouble believing that.
A client was having issues (she created by not telling us what she wanted) and we gave her everything she wanted and she still persisted in her anger.  Odd.

Journaling was short this morning.
I thought it would go for many pages, but after a couple of pages
I realized there is nothing much to say about Nutz**.

I can only hope that these few people have taught me what I need to know —
to cut losses quickly when engaging with people who not only don’t meet you halfway,
they don’t say yes when you lay the gold on the platter in front of them.

BTW,  Sam also fought against his best interests.
He absolutely refused to take meds, and without them he could not get better.

**Wow.  This one follows last weeks, SoCS: NUTZ.

Note: This was an interesting challenge. 
I began listing words with -ght- in them yesterday, and then wrote
this without having to go back because the words were swirling in my head.

For the rules, go to Linda’s blog;  feel free to join the fun!

I  journal mornings with stream of consciousness exercises, and
I’m again participating in Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.  whenever I have time.  I write to a timer, 15-20 minutes, no editing except spelling, and of course I add my art!  You can do it too!
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “nuts.”

Oh gads and crapity crap crap I wish I had little to say here and maybe I do because the only thing is that the older I get the more I think people are completely nuts.  I have a good friend who thinks the many many drugs washing into our waters is accumulating and making us crazier than all get out and I am finally over the idea  of him being all wrong.

People are bat-shit crazy.

Maybe I don’t have more than that — really that last sentence says it all.

NUTZ!

For the rules, go to Linda’s blog;  feel free to join the fun!