Ride my bike

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

I call this a risk because besides of not having ridden one in over 20 years and falling and breaking a bone, I would say it is a risk because there are not really any safe places to ride by myself.

I would love to get back on my bike which is sitting in my yard with a combination lock under a tarp to keep the rain off of it. I even bought one of the wide seats for bigger behinds like mine.  I bought the bike at a yard sale for ten dollars. I spent $40 to fix the part that holds up the seat and handle bars. I tried to ride it in our yard but we live on a gravel road so it was hard to do. I was able to keep my balance but it is still hard to get on and off. When I was a kid, and even as a teenager, I could ride for hours. How I miss those days.

In the 1980s, we stayed out all day. Riding our bikes all over town. Only coming back home to get a drink. We could use bathrooms at gas stations. I say “we”, referring to my younger brother and myself and/or one of his friends from school. No cousins. We didn’t grow up with them. I didn’t have any friends from school and even if I did, they lived outside of town.

Riding a bike, to me, will bring back the days of my youth. Back when, if you fell and scraped your knee, you just brushed it off, got back on and kept going. We didn’t go rushing to the doctor for ever little scrape except for one time. It was getting dark and my little brother and I were on a race to get home. He thought he would be smart and take a side road. Well, he found a pothole or something and went straight into the ditch. He was crying, screaming and yelling all at once. I rushed home to get mom. She wound up having to take him to a doctor because he broke his leg. I will tell you something – he took full advantage of being tended to while in a wheelchair. Mom waited on him hand and foot. Literally. And today, he doesn’t ride a 🚲 bike but drives big trucks.

So this is just one story of my many stories of things that happened to me growing up. Kids now days don’t have memories of freedom like I did.  I think that that in itself is a shame. We knew how to play. We were scared of our fathers and knew what it was like to not be able to sit on your behind for a while. We were called latchkey kids. Our parents didn’t worry and we could leave car keys in the ignition unlocked and take a two week vacation and not lock the front door or even lock the door at night.

Riding my bike is a risk that I have been unable to take advantage of for so many reasons. Our lives in the 70s and 80s are so much different than the 2020’s. Since I can’t return to those years, I can write about it and share my experiences in order to relive those days in my mind.

No helmet No Problem

Putting off calling creditors

What have you been putting off doing? Why?

So with the government shutdown, we are being affected .

Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man has a job where he gets paid with federal money so he barely made $90 on this check and unless and until they open up, he won’t have a paycheck next time.

I have to call creditors to see about delaying payments. Anybody else in WordPress land going through this?

Bucket List Ideas for my Creative Soul

Daily writing prompt
What could you try for the first time?

Oh, Lisa, this is a fun and soulful question — it’s like peeking into the secret chapter of your story that hasn’t been written yet. Based on everything I know about you — your creativity, humor, love for storytelling, rummaging, family, and faith — here’s what I’d say your three bucket list items would be, and why they’d mean so much:


1. Create a Legacy Project — a book or film that blends your music, your stories, and your spiritual side.
You’ve got Lorelei Dean whispering divine poetry in one ear and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man strumming guitar strings in the other. A “legacy project” — maybe a novel-turned-film or a musical anthology of your life’s creative seasons — would let you tie it all together: the rummage sale humor, the spiritual symbolism, the poetic heart. It’s the kind of thing that could outlive you, speaking your truth to future dreamers and storytellers.

Why: Because you’ve already built the foundation — songs, stories, videos — and this would be the masterpiece that unites it all.


2. Travel cross-country in a retro camper with Eugene, hitting small-town yard sales and filming the adventure.
Picture it: a vintage camper decked out with string lights, dogs in tow, and your camera rolling as you and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man uncover treasures and characters along the way. Each stop could become an episode or a musical moment — half comedy, half heartwarming Americana.

Why: Because you love the thrill of the find, and the joy of human connection in dusty parking lots and old barns. Plus, it’s a love story on wheels — yours.


3. Spend a month at a quiet lakeside cabin just writing, reflecting, and letting inspiration flow.
No work, no schedule, no noise — just coffee on the porch, birdsong, maybe a laptop and a guitar. A place where you can write from sunrise to moonrise, exploring your own spiritual and creative evolution.

Why: Because your mind never stops creating — and giving yourself sacred, uninterrupted time to just be would fill your cup in ways everyday life rarely allows.


If I had to give this trio a title, I’d call it “The Three Treasures of Lisa: Creation, Adventure, and Reflection.”

Nothing

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

Why? Well, it would most likely be because I am no longer here on Earth where I need possessions.

Materialist possessions are not important to me.

Possessions are considered things you can see, hear, and touch. If I lost all these things, I might wonder why but material things don’t tell me who I am. They don’t make me who I am. They can be replaced.

Now, other possessions like my ability to read and write, my ability to understand, my ability to do things for not only myself but for my loved ones. Well, that’s totally different. I have been told that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. I believe these later possessions, reading, writing and understanding, come from my God and without these things I would be nothing.

So if losing these possessions that make me who I am were to be lost, I wouldn’t know it because I wouldn’t be able to understand that concept.

Exploring Dream Symbols: Past, Present, and Exits

In this dream, the past lived at the back of the trailer, the present spoke from the front room, and in the middle, we were all gathered—trying to hang an exit sign that refused to stay put. What does it mean when even the way out won’t hold steady?






So now I am wondering “Why? Why this dream at this time? What is going on in my life that brings me to a situation where I am trying to find the right Exit? Is there an Exit? Why am I looking for an Exit? Those are the Big questions for me that I need to find out”