Typically there are a handful of reason I’ll sit down and write. This blog ‘thing’ began when micro-soft offered free web pages you could share with friends. Quick registration process done and you were off to the races publishing anything you wanted. Amazingly compared to now there were not that many rookie/upstart authors and we got to know each other over time. I’ve met a few fellow bloggers in person, oh and most of us harbored the innate thought of weirdness that might occur but did not….. Yeah a good time was had and friends made.
Its 2016 with summer closing out and fall approaching & MSN’s blogs are very distant history. Facebook has replaced so much of the drive or desires we shared in our writings. Me I’m guilty as sin of neglecting what started me on the internet. Only a short decade and a half back I’d spend hours reading weather reports from NOAA and drooling over actually being able to retrieve newspaper articles at home on the ‘internet’ and not that long trip to a library hooded in a contraption reading microfilms. One observation I found is how easy it is to hide on FB but writing on a blog you may be able to hide your identity but not your true state of mind. So maybe FB is more fraught w/sociology (masses & group behavior )(missed my collegiate calling??) whilst blogging is more psychological in nature…but does it really make a difference? *me trying to write out of my depth just makes me laugh out loud…please join me when some of this sounds completely silly..ty.
Well today’s story comes from feeling good and I guess it is the changing weather. Rain and moderate temperatures not to be found until the past few weeks and they are both welcomed. As well my goal all summer has been tied to selling my home something that has been in the works for a while. Long story short is all the homes in my neighborhood are gone, streets reconfigured to major roads and the massive building in the suburbs that chased me from one home to another over the past 30 years caught up with me again. In the words of Jackson Browne:
I’ll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don’t confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
Three pictures from this past week or close enough like maybe one of them is from eight days back. Each one evokes something strong and tangible, something from my interpersonal dialogue.
First up…….proud to display a mushroom discovered growing in the yard. Being blonde hair, light skin and blue eyed the few minutes crawling around on the ground patting down grass to capture this one left me itching and scratching Sunday evening…what a beauty!
Next up is what once was a very sick cat who is now very healthy. This guy named Dude the Cat showed up at my door during one of the ‘coldest’ winters seen in many years. Typically we can cruise into and out of December with short sleeves or a sweater but not the year he arrived. To this day I still ask him what his story is where did you come from. With no family much less anyone else he is my reason to come home….before him I had a couple of other pets in fact one female cat lived 17 great years and I felt the same about her.
Last picture…. my little corner of the world is kinda of here. The number of guest who I’ve entertained on the deck can be counted on both hands and no I’ve not been a jealous guardian. Lunches, spring time breakfast, newspaper deconstruction, sitting with the cats or until a few years ago ‘star-gazing’. I’m sure there is something about my little corner that is totally intangible but its there and I’ve found ‘it’ quite by accident elsewhere too. Must be those perky power centers (the place to go while figuring is it spelled bradly or bradley) the inner person picks up on or maybe not. One thing for sure is after coming home alone for decades, tired, hurt, cold-wet, happy, sad, tearful, inconsolable, lonely, pissed, what-ever…‘There is no place like home’.
PS………today August 22nd is USA Peach Day..🍑