What’s next? – Whenever I think I will run out of things to write about, something happens. I anticipated an uninspiring week leading up to the holiday weekend. Then I had my garden ravaged (update – cucumber plant history, zinnias almost gone) and an unwanted intimate relationship with a tick. Here’s hoping for a little less drama with my inspiration. Perhaps I could write as an observer. Is this just me or does this happen to you?
What did you say? – After a few years of putting it off, I had a hearing test this week. I am on that brink. The audiologist said that my hearing isn’t bad enough but hearing aids would tweak it. He compared me to a trial attorney who has my level of hearing loss. The attorney needed to hear what people were whispering in the courtroom so he got them. I decided that I would rather not hear what people are whispering about me. Maybe in a year or two….
What I love about election years? – Nothing!!!! I consider blogs a polite forum where people share stories and experiences. It’s a place for writing skills. Facebook is the place to tell us where you are eating and how you just washed your hair. It’s also where people post “strange” or rude and crude things. I follow a few bloggers who write about political issues. I am always appalled when someone leaves an inflammatory comment. If you are not in agreement move on or comment in a concise civilized way based on proven facts or policy (not conjecture or folklore). I can guarantee your inane rant will not convince anyone. It makes you look like an “a**hole.”
The things that soften my heart – I was in back of a young woman at the Starbucks drive-through. She was annoying. Staring at her lap she would fail to move up as cars were putting in their order. Then I noticed a dog screen between the front driver section and the back of her SUV. Hmmm….maybe there’s a dog. There wasn’t but I felt my heart soften for a fellow animal lover even if she had no drive-through courtesy whatsoever.
Happy birthday bro! – My brother turned 86 this past weekend. I have to remember to be nice to him. You never know where we all will be next year. (He’s perfectly healthy. I, however, may get killed waiting in line for my Starbucks!)
So how was your week?