WELCOMING THE WARMTH

I should never have bothered responding to the snide comment (please see previous post), which wasn't worthy of a response, but it simply rubbed me the wrong way.

I've come to the point where I'm tired of dealing with negativity and people who love playing head games - - whether it's from a personal friend (who really likes to hit me below the belt) or a miserable little lurker who gets a rise out of criticizing a blog. If they want to throw shit, I'm in the mood to sling it right back.

As for the issue of me always writing about myself: I believe that bloggers who never write about themselves are probably boring people. I write about myself because I'm one of the most interesting persons I know. And if that sounds like I'm self-absorbed, I sure as hell am.

You're pressing your luck, Jon. Your three fans (or is it two?) are biting their fingernails and thinking about abandoning you.

Change of subject:
(I can hear your huge unanimous sigh of relief)

Got up at dawn today. These posted photos are the result: the rising sun just emerging beyond the forest in the back yard.

The morning fog always lends a sense of magic to the awakening of a new day. Sometimes I watch it in bed - drifting mists, ever-changing, swirling outside the window. Other times I'll go out on the back porch with a cup of coffee to enjoy the spectacle. 

Winter seems to have melted away. The temperature has turned very mild and I love it. I've been deeply depressed and hopelessly unmotivated for a very long time. The springlike warmth has served to revive me and remind me that I still might have a heart and soul.

I've been trying to tackle some weeds and brush, but on these wild acres it's nearly an insurmountable task - and I don't have proper tools, since the movers "lost" most of them. All that's left is a shovel and shears.

There are endless tangles of half-dead bushes with vicious thorns, which I'm assuming were once rose bushes. I've eliminated some of them, but there are lots more to go. I'd like to plant a few things this year. Nothing elaborate. I might start with something simple like sunflowers.

I'm taking advantage of the mild weather this week. Doing some outdoor painting and repairs. I'm also finally installing new doorknobs and locks.
Doorknobs???
There are three outside doors on this house. When I bought the place, the previous owner didn't have any keys for the locks. He didn't know what happened to them. His son had initially been living here, and then the place was empty for over three years.

So -
I could lock the doors from the inside when I was home, but if I went out I always had to leave one of the doors unlocked because I didn't have any keys to get back in.

Is this boring? I'm starting to bore myself and that worries me. After all, I'm supposed to be the most interesting person I know.

How about another photo?
This was taken yesterday evening from the front porch.

For some reason, the morning fog reminded me of the ballet Swan Lake. I never realized how many mediocre productions there are of Swan Lake until I started watching some of them on YouTube. The best production by far is from the Bolshoi, and the dancers are superb. You can find a link somewhere on my sidebar.

If you know nothing about the ballet, read a synopsis first. Otherwise you'll be wondering why the hell the Prince is chasing swans with a crossbow.


Check out my other blog -
the one where I DON"T write about myself......

http://cabinetofcurioustreasures.blogspot.com