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What a Bad Blogger Am I

I had vowed not to be posting at 4:30 in the morning, yet here I am.  We’ll call it a Blogger’s Sad Day.  You see Steven lost a dear friend yesterday, who was the mother of a dear friend.  He was so sad, I took him out to cheer him up.

Just to plug a local business.

We had some food at Fat Cat’s Fish Fry, then went to Applebee’s, where we still had money on a gift card my parents gave us.  More importantly, it was Winesday, half price bottles of wine.  It was not my smartest idea. I got home (and I will just mention that I was OK to drive but foolishly poured myself more wine once there), Steven went to sleep, and I typed in the following:

Oh, this sucks.  I need to make a blog post,  yet I do not have a proper stylus to do so.

One would think the predictive text would help in such a situation.  However, that is not the case. Oh crap.  What should. I do now?

How about I add a picture or two?

Huh?

OK, I have really no idea what this is or what it is from. I suppose I might just as well admit that these are things have have been posted under my auspices.  How do these things happen?  I have no idea.

Who would not subscribe to such a sentiment?

I am tired and ready to let myself go to a superior text.  Any takers?  Oh dear.

There were such interlopers now.   But how can we confront them now?

Back to the present, I see it is obvious that I drank and typed.  I am embarrassed and inclined to backspace it all out.  Yet, I feel it is right to show my foibles.  Let’s face it, I am mostly cringing because I know my mother will read this.

Incidentally,  I remember where the picture came from.  It was hanging on the wall at The Celtic Harp (on an occasion when I was NOT driving).  Apparently I drink and click, too.

 

Musings on Mood

Yes, it is another late post.  I was too sad to write one last night.  I know, I know, that is no excuse. “One must be pitiless in the matter of mood.”  That is a quote, but I cannot remember who said it. In my defense, I am not saying, “I wasn’t in the MOOD to write.”  Hmm… What, then, was I saying? I guess I don’t know.

I feel I should go on to tell why I was (full disclosure: and still am) so sad. I am disinclined to do so, however.  For one reason, it isn’t my own stuff I am sad about, it is other people’s tragedies.  I do not want to usurp someone else’s story for my own petty purposes.

Come to think about it,  I have said too much already, just by telling you I am sad.  What is that but a whiny bid for sympathy?  I ought to feel ashamed.  I do feel ashamed.

On the other hand, there is little point in judging myself.  I was only trying to make one of my stream of consciousness late posts.  Being honest about one’s feelings is not necessarily asking for sympathy, despite appearances to those looking for the least flattering interpretation.

Under the heading Cutting Myself a Break, I am going to call this a Mid-Week Middle-Aged Musings and drive on.

I Could Use a Rainbow

I can’t even handle a Monstrous Monday today.

Let’s call this a continuation of last week’s Blogger’s Sad Day (was it only last week?).  This evening, Steven and I went to our friend Julianne’s calling hours.  It was sad, oh was I sad.  I pretty much felt sad all day and thought how I would probably not be able to make a decent blog post.  It doesn’t even feel right to post monster pictures.  Well, there is one thing I could post, if I can find it…

Is this them welcoming Julianne to heaven?

Julianne LOVED The Wizard of Oz.  I think it is a pretty fun movie, and a great memory of my childhood (ooh, am I seguing into a Monday Memories post?).  Julianne was only a little older than me, so like me she grew up before VCRs (for really young people, that is what came before DVD, Blu-Ray and streaming).  You had to wait till they decided to show a movie on television, and there were only about three channels, unless you had cable, in which case there were about seven.  And until you got a color TV, you did not realize how truly wonderful it was when Dorothy finally got over the rainbow.

Well, my friend Julianne is over the rainbow now.  I hope she is in a wonderful place.  It makes me feel a little better to believe that she is.