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windy things to go around our necks when it's cold. I was given a lovely green velvety one by a friend, years ago. Just out of the blue. I don't need it very often, but every time I wear it, on a cold day, I think of her. So unexpected, so lovely. Scarves can be long or short; I once knitted a long Doctor Who style scarf... it was fun.
Specific. Not general. What a strangely specific word to write about. Specific details tend to be rather dull, but are sometimes necessary. When I type the word a couple of times it starts to look very odd. Specific. Pacific.
a firework flares. A temper flares . A sudden hot spark leaps into the air. Flaring with anger can be negative, thoughtless, like the spark that sets off a house fire.
Flares can also be jeans, popular in the 1970s, flaring out from mid-calf. They looked pretty cool then. They look a bit bizarre these days, although just about anything goes in the 21st century.
A needle in a haystack. Who could ever find one? A needle is a strange thing. Long, thin, a tiny hole. It leads the thread through the cloth, to create something useful. Or beautiful. Then the needle is put away, forgotten until the next sewing project. Without needles no sewing could happen.
my feelings are revolted when I see someone picking his nose. If it's a child I express my disgust. If it's an adult, I turn my head away. Or give The Look. It doesn't always help. I'm revolted when people pick at scabs, too, or scratch repeatedly, or twiddle their fingers in their ears. I wish I didn't feel that way. Revolt can be more serious, a revolt against a tyrant or unfair laws.
I'm a coward, regularly. I don't like confrontation. I don't like new people or new situations. I take the easy way out, pleading exhaustion, tiredeness, a debilitating cough. Needing time to myself. All of which are true but can lead to passivity and even cabin fever. But, better that than take any risks. I am not, remotely, a gambler.
I love the fragrance of freesias. Roses, too, but they can seem artificial. Lavender, but it can be overpowering . Freesias have the perfect fragrance, but alas last all too short a time and aren't easily available. I wish I exuded a personality as fragrant as that of freesias.
the alarm shrills by my ear. I reach out my hand, blearily. Surely it can't be morning already. Why did I set it anyway? I need coffee. Oh! Suddenly I remember. My interview. My stomach does a back-flip and I close my eyes for a moment. The cat nuzzles into my neck, purring, She knows that the alarm means I'm going to get up. But I don't want to.
pills and potions. Magic pills. vitamin pills. medications. some valuable resources in them, some fillers. Some people take dozens of pills just to keep themselves alive. I prefer to take natural ones, vitamins perhaps, when apparently lacking. We call people pills - or used to - when they were a pain, a nuisance. Pills are not good, not constructive. Good nutrition is always preferable to taking pills.
controller. Fat controller in Thomas books . Remote controller for the TV. someone who controls, and likes to be in charge - not thinking of the feelings of others. I don't think I'm a controller. I like someone else to be in charge. I don't even like the TV remote controls. I don't like controlling people. I like everyone to be flexible, calm, aware of their own limitations, and accepting of others'.
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