How could I have been so self-absorbed to forget? This blogging gig has gone on for six years.
“My how you’ve grown. Looking forward to first grade this fall?” Adult comments, most kids hated.
Starting new posts felt a lot like the first day of first grade. “Attention everyone, when I read your name, stand up, tell a little bit about yourself–hobbies, what you did on summer vacation.”
Reflections? Changes? There are a few worth mentioning.
There have been fewer lengthy posts. That’s probably a good thing.
Times and tastes change. I don’t desire to touch complicated political or social issues. There are enough people doing that already. Rational discourse replaced by incoherent screaming altogether too often. The “Boy Who Cried Wolf” fairy tale came to mind.
Screams of delight were an obligatory part of being six years old. Acceptable blog birthday gifts? No gifts, but a cake with one chocolate, and one vanilla layer, with chocolate icing would be nice. Other suggestions: Pony rides. A birthday party with all my blogging friends. Funny clowns, streamers, noisemakers–those afraid of clowns, look away.
It’s Sunday night and I’ve done little blog activity today. That was not how relationships were supposed to work. Relationships needed cultivation–just like gardens. Maybe that’s why my gardens ended up as patches of weeds.
What “they” didn’t want you to know. Why was this still a popular headline? Maybe there were more conspiracy theorists than I realized?
Sonic drive-in restaurant franchises are offering dill pickle slushies. For those tired of the usual sweet-syrupy offerings. I happened to like Kosher dills–the crunchier the better. I’ve heard that drinking dill pickle juice, after perspiring from heavy exercise, replaced lost body salts.
Recurring dreams: Last night, I experienced a varied version of a recurring dream. I was back at college–in Marston Hall. I looked for a seat, most were filled. None of the students were familiar to me. I found a seat, left my books. Went up front to talk to the professor. When I returned, my things were gone. Nobody fessed up to anything. Just like that–in a finger snap, the dream ended.
Recurring dream #2: My car was left parallel parked on a city street. It was a small town with lots of free parking spots. I returned later, from some non-specific activity, and couldn’t find my car. I doubted myself. Where had I parked? Had it been two blocks in the other direction? Cars owned in the past were also featured. My black 4 door Ford sedan, or the blue, two-door sporty, compact sedan, with mag wheels.
Weather is about to turn cooler–typical for fall. My two dogs are barking at every move the contractor makes across the street. That’s their job I suppose–to watch the neighborhood.
An observation: This blog, after five-plus years, has matured. Not that there aren’t any more mountains to climb. I just don’t feel the same urgency to publish something new every day. A bigger concern, is to avoid repeating myself.
Several bloggers, I followed, disappeared, or no longer actively publish, for reasons known only to themselves. Situations and people change. Five years are a long time in the blogging world.
These excuses never worked, anyway. The dogs didn’t eat my homework. Check was in the mail. I never received my bill. It has been an extremely busy day, and I’ll leave it at that.
I don’t know how
To break it to you
Words fail me right now
You’re not first on my priority list
Hope you don’t mind
It’s yard work
Washing the car
Cleaning inside of car
And only for today
Where does this
Leave you and me?
Same place as before
Time will tell
Hope you can see it
In your heart to forgive
My two dog are pouting. Today, was flea treatment day. It happens every month, along with the obligatory two hours of pouting.
A friend requested tourist information from my former area of residence. I researched, sent it via e-mail. It came back twice–apparently the firewall on the other end, classified it as spam. Why I oughta–I’ll show them spam.
On the home front–still housecleaning for incoming visitors. It’s drudgery, but predictable. My experience with the WP platform, hasn’t quite been so predictable.
My beef is, that my post drafts intermittently appear on the WP Admin page. I prefer the updated page. Every day, it’s like bringing in the cows from pasture. My drafts are there–I just have to go looking for them.