I've been blogging far too often lately. Readers grow weary of persistent bloggers. It's kind of like a persistent rash. Or a guest who outstays his welcome.
I know some bloggers who refrain from writing until they have something important or profound to say. Hell, if I did that, you'd hear from me once a year. Importance is no longer in my repertoire.
I not only worry about boring my readers, I'm also concerned about plying them with too much of a good thing.
(you can't see my wry grin, can you?)
My recent post Sharing a Cher Moment
was slightly unpopular because I turned it into a rancid political rant. After I posted it I could feel the temperature suddenly drop 80 degrees - - and I could sense readers backing off like they had encountered a Quarantine notice.
An angry mob with torches and pitchforks is clamoring up the mountain path!
I do these rants deliberately - solely to annoy certain people, and it works like a charm. Being annoying is one of the few legal pleasures I have left.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that my bark is far worse than my bite. Most of the time.
Butterfly photos taken today
Then I quickly posted a few of my piano videos (previous post) to impress certain people. And wouldn't you know these certain people didn't show up.
I read all of your kind comments, but I didn't respond to all of them simply because I'm lazy.
Hell, how could I respond?
"I'm even more talented than you perceived?"
I'm grinning again. I've had a beer (or two) to cut the nasty edge off the afternoon. The heat is intense and persistent - in the 90s with extremely high humidity.
The humid jungle-like back yard
Last evening there was an extraordinarily horrendous thunderstorm. The lightning was sharp, but the thunder was so close I feared I might be struck and rumbled to death.
Another storm is predicted for tonight. By now the weeds on my property have assumed King Kong proportions. They're 15 feet high and impassable. It would take scythes and safari guides to get me the hell out of here.
I no longer give a shit (or a crap - if you want the Disney version). I've been in a severe depression for a very long time. I never write about it. Why should I? Heck, you're still recovering from my Cher rant.....
View from the back porch this morning
I've been tossing a few recent photos into this post, simply to make it more interesting.
Of course, I'm damn interesting even without photos.
Moon in the morning.
Can't remember what day I took these, but it was some time last week.
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