Clouds Over August
Was hoping my previous blog post would generate interest, but it didn't. Heck, most of the people around today weren't even born when To Kill a Mockingbird was published. It used to be a reading requirement in school.
Actually, when I was in high school our reading requirement was Silas Marner. The members of the California Board of Education who devised that plan should have been shot. Silas Marner is not only the most boring novel ever written, it could turn you against literature for the rest of your life. Hell, I don't even think George Eliot liked it.
That was supposed to be funny. Why aren't you laughing?
Actually, my blog posts often bomb because they're too long. Nobody wants to sweat through a long blog post. And I can't blame them.
I know some people who write a dozen words on their blogs and immediately get 400 adoring comments. I write my ass off and have to beg for comments on the street corner with a tin cup.
Are you being vicious and envious, Jon?
Naw, I had a few beers and I'm exuding
Speaking of writing - my transitions are smooth and seamless, aren't they? - I finished editing the second edition of my poetry book Love Letters to Ghosts. I typed it up in two days and it's ready to be transformed into a PDF file.
I'll wait a moment until you catch your breath.
I know this isn't a big revelation, but it's something I've been meaning to do for months. Now that that's out of the way, I can concentrate on my memoir.
Clouds this morning
Everything is still in absolute chaos here but I'm making slow progress. My ongoing depression is buoyed by occasional bouts of cautious optimism. It's difficult to do any work in the garage because it's 110 degrees in there and swarming with angry wasps.
Actually, the insect problem has lessened. The only annoyances left are the nasty wasps. And the rotten fruit flies. And some mosquitoes. And loads of moths at night. And dragonflies and butterflies, which I like.
There was a hummingbird on my back porch yesterday.
Methinks there's another mouse in the cupboard. Something has chewed some holes in the bags of cat food. My cats are very alert at night.....waiting to catch the varmint.......but so far no luck.
I took this photo of Bosco last night
I didn't drive to town last week so I'm out of everything. I need milk, bread, and everything else. Not to mention litter and cat food. I'll venture out on Monday.
Fortunately there's still some food around. Tonight I plan to have roasted chicken, BBQed beans, and watermelon.
Only a few courageous souls have been visiting my new photo blog. It's nothing spectacular, but it's a photo-only endeavor - - so knowing how to read isn't a requirement.
I don't think the homoerotic photos have killed anyone. Yet.