tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28277444877249671852024-03-05T14:43:10.948-08:00My Life as Lynn ProctorLynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.comBlogger490125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-60665207328255515142023-04-28T12:20:00.000-07:002023-04-29T05:44:06.697-07:00Zero<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Does zero mean nothing- I guess it does unless accompanied by a friendly numeral</p><p>Have you ever felt like a big zero- but think about it- a zero is beautiful- it’s round and completely connected to itself </p><p>There’s lots of space inside a zero and zero even ends with the unbroken circle </p><p>Zero would make a cute pet name</p><p>And remember the zero candy bar- sorry bad example </p><p>You have zero chance of this happening </p><p>You have zero in your account </p><p>But you could easily turn that zero around </p><p>You have zero cavities </p><p>You have zero debt</p><p>It’s all in our outlook and perspective </p><p>We are obviously taught to allot different meaning to words-but it’s not always one way to look at it</p><p>I had zero idea where I was going with this last illustrious letter Z</p><p>But as one looks back over the less challenging letters</p><p>We can always depend on good old Z to end with a zippididodi of a punch </p><p>And so this brings the AZ challenge of 2023 to a conclusion- thanks for reading and encouragement I’ve experienced along the the way- congratulations to everyone for finishing or even trying! Happy writing </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KPhqU--Mq1A" width="320" youtube-src-id="KPhqU--Mq1A"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-43975954473615844882023-04-27T12:53:00.000-07:002023-04-28T03:52:22.356-07:00Yesterday <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> I’d have to go back but I seem to remember using Y for yesterday at least several times and in poetry form- so I shall try again</p><p><br /></p><p>I took yesterday for granted- it never asked for an apology </p><p>It only listened as I lamented- never showing the least inclination to say I told you so</p><p>In fact it held me like a wounded child and urged me to search ahead</p><p>Assuring me they would only be a thought away- really not even a breath </p><p>Yesterday holds so much inside- not wanting me to dwell in the hurts and regrets or even the unspeakable joys</p><p>It only embraces my yearning glance back as it brushes away my tears</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GQIAcztYjbc" width="320" youtube-src-id="GQIAcztYjbc"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-7177351105751427022023-04-26T14:44:00.000-07:002023-04-27T04:00:17.426-07:00Extreme <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Okay please forgive my cheating way of mr X</p><p>It’s been my extreme pleasure to take part in the blogosphere az challenge once again </p><p>Each year old letter X is extremely challenging </p><p>But it’s okay- when it gets to this point- it’s extremely hard not to be a little extra </p><p>It’s kinda like expecting to think of something grand and different but usually X doesn’t hit the spot</p><p>Poor x- it’s even abused more than it’s best friend Z</p><p>But that’s another sad story for another extremely zany day</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hAAlDoAtV7Y" width="320" youtube-src-id="hAAlDoAtV7Y"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-28175353093716449182023-04-25T15:20:00.002-07:002023-04-26T04:25:06.476-07:00Wisdom <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><p> A few years ago I decided to write down for my children- life information- what had spoken to me - golden nuggets of truth and shadows of perhaps a few clues of what I had discovered in life</p><p>I knew I had a lot to say- I thought it would effortlessly flow- and my hand would get tired of the lengthy in-depth advice and guidance I was to bestow </p><p>As I began the process- I noticed my hand wasn’t really moving- I literally had but a sentence or two on the page- the page I had envisioned to be wet with my tears of love for my children </p><p>By now you realize I wasn’t able to articulate what I had in my heart and spirit- only something like stay close- forgive easily and go for your dreams </p><p>I don’t think I even bothered to keep the futile entry of my imagined wisdom-</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EkaKwXddT_I" width="320" youtube-src-id="EkaKwXddT_I"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-54625663871205509922023-04-25T15:17:00.003-07:002023-04-25T15:17:36.493-07:00Value <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> The value of things changes in our lives- what really is important to us shifts and other things move into more value and so on</p><p>What one day holds our hearts may differ as our individual lives grow and often times when it doesn’t appear our lives are in a good place </p><p>Some things retain their value although to us they don’t offer the level of need or want they once did</p><p>Do we attempt to share things we value- such as our money and sometimes more valuable- our time</p><p>If we find it hard to value certain friendships- we can find they no longer exist</p><p>If we don’t value the lessons we learn along the way- we can all too often fall back in our journey </p><p>So maybe if we try and identify what we truly value it will become clearest to our spirit just what and who we actually value </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>*I don’t know how I got one step out of order so I am posting twice today</p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-30938728847683647402023-04-24T17:29:00.001-07:002023-04-25T04:56:50.388-07:00Understood <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> One of the primal needs of humans- to be known heard understood </p><p>We crave it we work for it we beg for it</p><p>We need it desperately almost spend our lives hoping for it</p><p>Some of us are blessed to find that understanding in many or perhaps just one</p><p>When we can’t find it we sometimes become self destructive </p><p>Lashing out and even withdrawing- which ironically lessens our chances of being known </p><p>We don’t exactly have that same fire to know others- finding our own efforts for validation too heavy to etch out the amount of time it would take to sincerely understand another </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-8p_9dUCWKw" width="320" youtube-src-id="-8p_9dUCWKw"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-89939342751909066112023-04-23T16:22:00.000-07:002023-04-24T03:37:14.313-07:00The train<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> As a child and quite frankly even now I pretend that I am rolling down the train tracks while safely tucked into my cabin bed on the train- </p><p>As I had children I would sooth them to sleep with stories in my head and one of their favorites were the train sleeping stories </p><p>There we were doing something that might as easily bring fear but in our small sleeping quarters we were utterly safe and protected </p><p>The story didn’t include any sight seeing out the windows during the day’s travels nor any tales of imagined meals we would partake of at dinner </p><p>Only white linens and pillows and blankets- and the sweet hum of wheels </p><p>Ebbing us into the most peaceful of sleeps</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AFfTVFQumQ8" width="320" youtube-src-id="AFfTVFQumQ8"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-43832124555960752032023-04-22T04:58:00.002-07:002023-04-22T04:58:25.216-07:00Smells<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Or aromas fragrances even odors</p><p>Each can take us to a memory or place- I think I have mentioned before that the movie the exorcist is brought to mind whenever I smell the original perfume Charlie </p><p>Delivered flowers always take me back to my hospital volunteer job as a candy striper when I was 12 or 13</p><p>I wonder if particles stay in our body or brain- not just a memory but as a physical presence </p><p>And how maddening is it when we smell something that stops us in our tracks but we can’t place it- </p><p>It was so odd when I had Covid- I could taste all my food but realized when I went to sniff at my body wash- I had no sense of smell for it</p><p>Smell is something we don’t usually think about until it disappears for a time</p><p>Right now I’m not urged by a fragrance but mentally I’m remembering my mother’s clothes detergent </p><p>Our sense of smell is just as much a memory as it is an actual thing </p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-19050904004409179372023-04-20T15:13:00.001-07:002023-04-21T05:20:19.695-07:00Rain <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p>A little Rain comes in our lives now and then - some live in perpetual state of rain</p><p>Unable to dry from one shower to another </p><p>Rain cleans the earth but can dampen the soul if it lasts too long </p><p>Rainy days and mondays do always get me down</p><p>As I age I love the day and the sun much more- only tolerating the rain if I’m snug and safe inside </p><p>Rain used to comfort me - I enjoyed a rainy day - I even loved a ride at night - noticing the gleam it gave to streets and pavement- almost like a painting </p><p>But now for the most part I run away from its scolding wetness and piercing gloom </p><p>Rain so necessary so useful - yet met with such disdain</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Fflm1e62f4M" width="320" youtube-src-id="Fflm1e62f4M"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-84267576377810457552023-04-20T04:57:00.000-07:002023-04-20T04:57:33.140-07:00Quiet <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Quiet you’ll wake the baby </p><p>Quiet your dad is sleeping </p><p>Quiet you’ll wake the neighbors </p><p>Quiet I’m watching tv</p><p>We are asked to be quiet much of our lives- </p><p>Sometimes we need the solitude </p><p>Quiet is not a bad thing or an unexpected thing</p><p>We quiet our minds and hearts</p><p>We listen more keenly in the quiet</p><p>Quiet someone’s coming-</p><p>No it was no one</p><p>Quiet quiet quiet </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ISfJX8toAiY" width="320" youtube-src-id="ISfJX8toAiY"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-50352086770573948812023-04-19T04:38:00.000-07:002023-04-19T04:38:06.768-07:00Progress<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><p> I was talking with my aunt the other day and we were discussing how sometimes it’s a good plan to take each day and do one thing</p><p>I have thought about that conversation a lot since we talked </p><p>I find it kind of charming and obtainable- like it was appealing to me</p><p>Of course there are times when this is not too practical but I loved the possibility of it</p><p>I am a planner and I most times have quite a few things on my lists and in my mind</p><p>But it made me think of a time when I tried to do something special every week or so with one child- just them and me or Frank too and I couldn’t help but lament how I wished I had of done more of that</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LQM3vSxHKbA" width="320" youtube-src-id="LQM3vSxHKbA"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-18732987610506590722023-04-18T05:21:00.000-07:002023-04-18T05:21:52.902-07:00Once upon a time<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Once upon a time my eyes smiled with promise </p><p>I wasn’t sure where it would lead me but I never doubted it would all be alright </p><p>Once upon a time life was easily handled and sleep would provide the next day to feel the same</p><p>I was sure nothing could or would change my world how could it</p><p><br /></p><p>Once upon a time the mysteries of life were far in the distance and I only dare to peer too far</p><p>Nothing was impossible or too urgent </p><p>Once upon a time was only yesterday and tomorrow and everything was in its place - now once upon a time is a distant pleasant memory </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7fv_t9Az-zE" width="320" youtube-src-id="7fv_t9Az-zE"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-46599095917529881842023-04-17T04:38:00.002-07:002023-04-17T04:40:37.140-07:00 No<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> The older I get the easier it is for me to say no- but mind you I don’t get asked that many things to be able to say no to</p><p>Now back in my forties I thought I had come to an ilimination of sorts! I was hearing I could say no that I needed to say no</p><p>As a matter of fact it seemed like you weren’t important or enlightened if you weren’t shouting NO</p><p>It was the times - it was the thing to do or rather no not do</p><p>It was complicated and intriguing- I mean this meant that whenever I didn’t want to be bothered I could just boldly proclaim no- sorry- but yes we women did have to slip in there a qualification that although we were saying no we were sorry </p><p>So these days although I’m not particularly asked the questions- in my head I am declaring NO</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ag6wyMNLv_A" width="320" youtube-src-id="Ag6wyMNLv_A"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-10970220539892973852023-04-15T04:32:00.000-07:002023-04-15T04:32:25.871-07:00Munchies <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Thought we could have some fun!</p><p>What do y’all like to munch on!!!</p><p>I’m all over the place lately- I’m really into grapes- all kinds- I mean they are like candy aren’t they </p><p>Miller my grandson has to bring snacks to school every day- some of his favorites are veggie straws- goldfish- animal crackers and pringles in the little individual packs</p><p>Oh and Cheetos- how did I forget them</p><p>Back to the fruit- I really enjoy the low sugar small size fruits especially the mandarin oranges</p><p>I think probably my all time best is still popcorn- I seldom get to snack on that because Miller is not allowed to have it- boy does he think that’s likely the best stuff ever and it is</p><p>I’ve even been known to cut up raw vegetables and dip them in sour cream </p><p>Oh also cheese cubes - love the pepper Jack ones</p><p>And this one tends to be controversial but I adore cottage cheese- it’s really tasty with seasoning salt </p><p>I’ve recently gotten into the carb smart ice cream bars- vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate- I didn’t remember how scrumptious they are</p><p>What are you munching on these days?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CzUd_tZDQrY" width="320" youtube-src-id="CzUd_tZDQrY"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-41271616859401083372023-04-14T04:40:00.000-07:002023-04-14T04:40:05.245-07:00Lasagna Rolls <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> I was so excited to find in my grocery store the other day- a medium family size frozen lasagna rolls- these had a white sauce and spinach and cheese of course like lasagna </p><p>But the beauty of it was so simple- looks easy if I want to make them- it’s just cook your noodles- and spread whatever fillings you like and roll them up and there you go!</p><p>The only draw back is you can’t use the no cook noodles because obviously you can’t roll them up if they are hard</p><p>My sister is always making her special lasagna she breezes through it but I find regular lasagna intimidating</p><p>And can you imagine the choices - chicken- vegetables- Mexican- and regular- genius </p><p><br /></p><p>Hey- I might as well start my apology tour and I suspect it will continue tomorrow </p><p>You see when I knew I was going to do the az thingy- I sat and wrote ahead up to hmmm I’d have to look back but I know at least to T!</p><p>I actually felt somewhat inspired and felt on a roll of sorts - but not a lasagna roll- please forgive me I implore of you- just get through tomorrow-( if I don’t rewrite it) and as I remember it will get better </p><p>This seemed much more important when I wrote about it- but they were tasty </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_KBgEgDX6lo" width="320" youtube-src-id="_KBgEgDX6lo"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-36344551921636258192023-04-13T09:30:00.000-07:002023-04-13T09:30:56.929-07:00Kindnesses <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Kindness can’t be measured or dissected </p><p>It’s worth is different to each one on the receiving of that kindness </p><p>It’s given freely hopefully- it’s select and calculated often </p><p>But either way kindness comes we must embrace it - take it at face value </p><p>And the kindnesses tend to come at the strangest time in the most wistful ways</p><p>Kindness is nearly perfect in it’s purest form</p><p>Kindness should not take much insight but blindly given with earnest intent</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MvswocNN-g8" width="320" youtube-src-id="MvswocNN-g8"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-65176198474733500182023-04-12T04:59:00.003-07:002023-04-12T04:59:39.762-07:00Baby Jane <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Y’all anywhere around my age or 10 years either way probably have seen or at least heard of the movie “whatever happened to baby Jane- I thought I remembered it well</p><p>As a child- somehow I think I saw it - I may have been older than I think I was</p><p>But anyway- I thought it was terrifying- so just a few years ago I decided I didn’t quite recall much of the storyline </p><p>As I watched it- I so wanted it to hold up- to scare the dickens out of me- but instead I found myself laughing!</p><p><br /></p><p>But it was still suspenseful and I had forgotten the creepiest part where baby Jane- dressed as a child but definitely an older lady- sings -“ I’ve written a letter to daddy”</p><p>It’s worth watching I think- and actually I’m wondering if I might watch it again soon</p><p>Bette Davis was excellent in her part as Baby Jane</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bNwzfjNkz-0" width="320" youtube-src-id="bNwzfjNkz-0"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-61381837769346714282023-04-11T08:00:00.001-07:002023-04-11T08:02:20.005-07:00Isolation <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br />The Covid catastrophe left many in isolation- unable to come and go as they please- even at times being able to be stopped and asked where you were going and why<br /><p>My husband even having to display a letter in his car dashboard that explained why he was out- yes when it was convenient he was “essential”</p><p>So although I get it that people want to make the best of hard times- I find it personally offensive to hear or read about still the great times their family had during that forced slow down family time together </p><p>We all speak from our unique perspective and experiences </p><p>But for many isolation was not about the wonderful close times they had with their loved ones- no there was anguish in that isolation- suicide- job loss- hunger- no health care- no important life moments </p><p>Isolation is in the eye of the beholder- drastically opposite from one individual to another </p><p>So while I’m glad you didn’t lose a loved one to Covid- please don’t tell me you enjoyed your family’s isolation </p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-46645914302417576602023-04-10T04:42:00.001-07:002023-04-10T04:42:50.041-07:00Helpful <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><p> Lately I’ve been more conscious of my tongue- not that I’m too outspoken but just reacessing before I speak- is it kind is it necessary is it helpful </p><p>Because really most people are not sitting there with baited breath waiting for your pearls of wisdom- and in case you don’t know it the average person you are talking to really just needs a good listener </p><p>There are numerous ways to look at the word helpful- you may think you are being just that when it might be you are only projecting as they say- your take on any given experience you had concerning a similar situation-</p><p>But is it similar enough- I have realized that in many instances unless the trial or problem is extremely alike- we can’t completely be helpful </p><p>It’s not that we shouldn’t try and give practical advice or encouraging tidbits</p><p>But sometimes we need to fight the urge to fix said dilemma and just say is there anything I can do to be helpful </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2Q_ZzBGPdqE" width="320" youtube-src-id="2Q_ZzBGPdqE"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-71080243099511247462023-04-08T04:49:00.000-07:002023-04-08T04:49:04.742-07:00Golden girls<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Now truthfully I was never a big fan of the tv show- the golden girls-</p><p>And I don’t like being reminded that those old ladies were younger than I am now!</p><p>I don’t know which one I would be- probably a mixture of Rose and Blanche</p><p><br /></p><p>But I could never wear all those dresses- so I would dress more like Dorothy </p><p>I would also need a larger table in the kitchen if we were all gonna be sitting around it all the time</p><p>They actually did look pretty good then and truth be told they all looked better than most women my age when they died </p><p>I remember that Dorothy’s mother was not far from her age- I’m hoping I don’t look that old</p><p>I saw the funniest clip from their show the other day- I’ve tried to find it again but haven’t been able to- so I’ll try to sum it up</p><p>This time it’s just Dorothy and Rose sitting at the kitchen table</p><p>Dorothy is relating to Rose how she was hanging out with some younger woman at work that day and how she felt a part of them not old- then she tells Rose- then I get to my car and there’s this old lady in my car mirror and I’m wondering who she is- there’s a long pause and Rose looks puzzled and asked- well who was it Dorothy </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/voNEgCKzves" width="320" youtube-src-id="voNEgCKzves"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-23851474267865368512023-04-07T05:36:00.001-07:002023-04-07T05:36:51.956-07:00Feelings<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> Feeling may come and just as suddenly they go- but where do they go-</p><p>I’m sure not every feeling is hidden somewhere but there has to be something about deep ones or even impressions things make on us- I believe they hang around- maybe because we decided To come back and deal with them another time</p><p>And I wonder if impressions are meant to only be that at the time- to bring it to thought in the future - like a forewarning </p><p>Feelings are so elusive but not to be ignored </p><p>They wash over us as a covering of sorts and welcome us and as easily they can betray us</p><p>But we could never truly stop our feelings but we absolutely should inspect them</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aIspfWvkgzg" width="320" youtube-src-id="aIspfWvkgzg"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-7481312127031040942023-04-06T08:38:00.002-07:002023-04-06T08:38:35.546-07:00Endless <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> So many things seem endless but truly very few things are actually endless</p><p>Time is definitely not- </p><p>I find myself dreading so many everyday mundane chores and even bodily care I do</p><p>I don’t think I will share the things I do in my head to pass the minicole time things take</p><p>I try and remind myself- this or that won’t always be this or that way</p><p>I still wonder at the seemingly way Frank approached life- like he had all the time in the world- and how each challenge or boring thing he had to accomplish didn’t seem to phase him</p><p>Now mind you his happy go lucky attitude did not spill over to house maintenance or car repairs but he definitely wasn’t thinking things in a conscious way in his head as he struggled to get through the day- I least I’m pretty sure he wasn’t </p><p>So as I started with endless- it seems to me that most of the time we think of endless as a negative thing when really it could be more of a positive way to think of life</p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-10956760315195213962023-04-05T04:53:00.001-07:002023-04-05T04:53:33.870-07:00Dreams<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /> Do you ever have dreams where say for instance- a bunch of mess is all on your rug or floor but in your lucid dream you realize- hey this isn’t real - I don’t have to clean that up!<p>Well I’ve started to test that out in actual reality- when things get overwhelming or just hard- I try and exact that feeling in those dreams- it’s not that you don’t have to deal with things but it’s like a pause- sorta saying- hey I don’t have to solve this now or sometimes even recognize the problem for a time- not sure I’m explaining this too well</p><p>Dreams are so emotional- for me- even tragedies seem worse in dreams- I guess partly because in life we have so many other things to deal with and distractions- but in our dreams it’s all encompassing- like the whole world ceases to exist- only what you are going through </p><p>So when I dream those dreams where I suddenly realize in the dream that I don’t have to clean any messes up or take care of some obstacle - it’s refreshing and encouraging </p><p>As I tried to articulate earlier about practicing this feeling in reality- I do believe I’m on to something- </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wwV_y4X6Bt8" width="320" youtube-src-id="wwV_y4X6Bt8"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-57158202971068092712023-04-04T05:23:00.001-07:002023-04-04T05:26:09.966-07:00Cup of soup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /><p> I had Covid in late January- during that time and really weeks maybe a couple of years - my appetite has been weird- Robyn says I eat like a 5 year old!</p><p>It’s true - for a while I basically wanted waffles or peanut butter sandwiches or grilled cheese </p><p>And soups- lots of brothy soups- no cream ones</p><p>But there is one soup I desired but kept away from- mainly because of the carbs- I’m not too concerned about the massive amounts of sodium </p><p>Well during my worst days of Covid I started allowing myself a cup of those oodles of noodles kind of soups - already in a styrofoam cup just waiting for the microwave- which was perfect since our oven and stove top were not working!</p><p>Each day I looked forward to my kinda guilty pleasure- it was so delectable and soothing- I was always sorry when the contents of that sweet cup were empty </p><p><br /></p><p>But alas my love affair with cup o soup has come to an amicable end-it’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of something and then it just kinda turns your stomach-all I know is the thrill is gone- who knows it might come back- but for now it’s just a memory of a comfort for a time-</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tbad22CKlB4" width="320" youtube-src-id="tbad22CKlB4"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827744487724967185.post-60142254539736831942023-04-03T05:12:00.000-07:002023-04-03T05:12:27.927-07:00The Bookclub<a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="#AtoZChallenge 2023" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4dIK8RnyFABBrhsviNBmnVzq882mKvaMhwZ02_RWqkWSrgJCp-cI-B2xXRyu9KyQrVxsbTvxFlHZPAxR6D3Sx9LuRLVWb4jZ_PaVQkbTHiyFdYLyQRXsnt9LdBITiR1yYhWZtl1w0_-zlFExn5Qc4UHRqeO4m9LMh7cc8gsbwZ_1fOq17ppoW05Q/s320/400SQ.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><p> Okay this might prove too hard for this lazy writer to do it justice </p><p>First I need to tell you that I have asked 2 of the original ladies’s permission to share this with y’all - I must admit I did not mention it to our virtual member in another state- honestly I haven’t told her about some of our more colorful moments- I didn’t want to scare her away- but knowing her she would probably think it’s all a hoot!</p><p>Well I hope from my title- you have made the correct assumption that I’m referring to a bookclub</p><p>Now this is where the hard part comes in- I know there’s a good story in here but I might stop short in the middle of it- as that is when I get kinda worn out- in the details</p><p>I was sharing my blog idea with one of my sons the other day- oh and before I forget- he said- “what blog- I’ve never heard you say you wrote a blog”</p><p>Anyway I tell him about the bookclub idea for letter B - after I finish a rough draft of what would likely be in this post- he says “ okay let me get this straight- you basically said that you have a bookclub but one of your friends goes back and forth as to whether she is a member”</p><p>Did sound a little empty </p><p>When this all started- the friend who has yet to read the 3 books that we have selected- - had to have us read her choice first- I was sorta reluctant because I thought it would be too sad- but I ended up enjoying it on audio- it was called American Dirt</p><p>There were a few misunderstandings along the bookclub journey- one of which involved one of the other members asking me to join her at a temporary library bookclub- it was about mysteries as I recall</p><p>Well we didn’t exactly invite the non reader at that time to participate because she wasn’t participating in our 3 people at that time bookclub- and she is not an early riser- this meeting was in the middle of the day</p><p>We only went to one meeting- but it was so strange- I hardly ever go anywhere anymore- especially at that time around a group of people- but that day during the meeting- I got a text from my daughter and then proceeded to announce to the group that the queen had died</p><p>Well we read (2 of us anyway) another book and then we just sorta fizzled out for a bit</p><p>Recently the friend who had actually started the bookclub - asked if I would like to read a certain book- we mentioned it to our other friend- she was a little hesitant but said she would come to the meeting but didn’t want to read the book </p><p>Hmmm I just read what I have written so far- I’m pretty sure my son was correct- this is like much to do about nothing! But I’m not quitting </p><p>When I asked the friend who I had had a few issues with along the way- if it was alright that I planned to write about the bookclub- she says- “why are you asking me- I’m not in the bookclub”</p><p>What- okay I tell her- no problem I can surely think of another B word</p>Lynn Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.com4