Every morning I wander outside to see the spider web at the edge of the forest. It's most clearly visible after the fog lifts and when a rare shaft of sunlight makes it glisten with dew. Yesterday I managed to take some photos before the rain came.
This morning, during a light rain, I happened to see this butterfly on a pink weed blossom. Butterflies and dragonflies are everywhere. It's a lazy time of year. Summer is slowly yawning to an end, the days are already getting shorter. The cloudy weather and perpetual rain have tempered the heat.
Late at night when I can't sleep, I enjoy scaring myself witless by turning out all the lights and watching the most frightening YouTube videos I can find. Haunted houses, wandering ghosts, abandoned places, unsolved murders.
Imagine being in an extremely isolated area, at the edge of a forest, entirely alone at night.......my cats are asleep, coyotes howl in the distance, and then thunder begins to rumble.....
I love it. I've always enjoyed pushing the limits.
I had initially planned on doing a completely different post today. It was a long one entitled The Hollywood Pretty Boys and Me. Then I suddenly wondered if my critics are right. Do I write too much about myself? Are people tired of hearing about my sordid past? Am I stuck on myself?
To be annoyingly honest (which is one of my traits) I think I'm interesting and I enjoy resurrecting the ghosts of my past. My blog is definitely frivolous and self-indulgent. If you want valuable information or redeeming life-altering experiences, you're in the wrong place.
I was going to mention my encounter with Rock Hudson. Is that self-indulgent?
How many of you had an encounter with Rock Hudson?
I rest my case.
This rare moment of humility (?) won't last long. I'll be back to my old self soon.
I just can't live without me.
My other blog is intended as an antidote to counteract the poison on this one:
http://cabinetofcurioustreasures.blogspot.com
"How many of you had an encounter with Rock Hudson?" - before my time and I'm a girl; two strikes!
ReplyDeleteHudson died in 1985 - that's (unfortunately) not before my time. I keep reminding myself I'm not a girl....
DeleteI've still to send my e mail to you but if I did want any advice about blogging I've got it here!
ReplyDeleteBe true to yourself and use your own authentic voice.Do not even seriously consider changing your stance because of readers reactions.
Our blogs are very different but its your blog that stopped me quitting on mine.
I don't think you have any real intention of letting other people dictate what you write and I'm glad. xx
I keep telling myself (and everyone else) that I'm going to write exactly what I want - and yet when I do, I feel guilty for being completely focused on myself all the time.
DeleteYET
this is a journal (I hate the term "blog")and it's SUPPOSED to be about me. That's who I know the best.
Well said.....I thought blog/journals were SUPPOSED to be about you.....(yourself)......Mine is/was supposed to be about my "observances" but......
DeleteP.S. ....LOVE THE PICS!!
DeleteThanks Melanie - it's good to hear from you again.
DeleteHow many met Rock indeed. I guess, if validation of one's life is on the line, that moves you up a bit. I might have preferred Tesla, or maybe or Carl Sagan, but I did manage a time with DeBakey, a fun bit of surgery in '85, and three hours babysitting Bobby and Ethyl's kids at the USNA regatta, not sure anything that happened there was unusual.
ReplyDeleteHowever, having said that, yeah, like to hear anything you found interesting about Mr. Hudson.
At 70+ I can become a informed breakfast gossip at the B&S Cafe.
Cheers, Jon
Mike
Perhaps I should be humble like Mother Teresa, but it's not my style.
DeleteI never met Rock Hudson, but I thought he was one of the handsomest men on earth I enjoyed seeing his movies. I was shocked when I found out he prefers men instead of woman. You would never have known after all the loving with females in his movies. Yes tell us more about him. (smile)
DeleteRock Hudson was probably the most masculine man in Hollywood. I had heard rumors that he was gay from very reliable sources - but, at that time, few people believed me.
DeleteYou could get caught in natures web with a spider spinning the tale. A work of art for sure. As for Rock Hudson. Interesting. Very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI've always been terrified of spiders, but I'm in awe of their artistic handiwork.
DeleteDon't go changing, to try n' please us (me) .... you've never let us (me) down before.
ReplyDelete... OK, I'm too lazy to look up the rest of the lyrics.
Those photos of the web are wonderful. Quite the perfectionists, aren't they?
My need to apologize is a constant obsession. I can thank my father for that.
DeleteMother Teresa was truly one of Hell's Angels and if you ever get so bored....or curious, I'll tell you more about her misdeeds. I only watch horror movies on Netflix.....be as narcissistic as you want on your blog. wow.....I'm honestly smelling smoke right now and it's midnight. Gotta check it out and if I don't die of smoke inhalation, I'll be back for the next post.
ReplyDeleteMother Teresa is sending you messages from hell - - Grab a Bible and a garden hose!!
DeleteBibles are only good for beating people in the head. The house was NOT on fire. Thanks for asking. :-)
DeleteI have always considered your posts Journal Entries --I too dislike the word "blog". I've kept journals since 1972 and avoid calling them "diaries" too. In my first journal, I described the project as note-taking on a life, and express myself through essays and poems to insure entries have some general meaning beyond me. Only in the past 7 or 8 years have I posted these notes online. Your writing expresses feelings and experiences differently from mine --good thing too. Make no mistake, despite differences in expression, we both write about our own perceptions. As I read your posts, your journal, I feel the company and connection of a good mind --the best sort of company.
ReplyDeleteI truly am very often blunt, opinionated, and self-centered. I always write exactly how I feel - and then live to regret it later. Often I write with a tongue-in-cheek attitude. I think most of my readers understand the "real" me. If I unleashed all of my sentimental, melancholy, manic emotions it would depress (and scare) everyone.
DeleteI seldom bore myself, which - I suppose - is the most important thing.
These are indeed journals (and journeys) of ourselves. I've always disliked "blog" and "diaries".
Reading your journals is a rare, rewarding, and informative experience. Your knowledge and humor are great gifts.
Jon,
ReplyDeleteYou truly do live in a beautiful part of the country. So many parts of our country are beautiful, in their own way. I always loved the Appalachian mountains of western North Carolina and eastern Tennessee , the birthplace of my hillbilly father whose family left those mountains in 1929 when he was ten years old. Keep posting your wonderful photos of the that beautiful place of nature that is timeless. On another subject, I for one always enjoy your stories about yourself. They're not boring to me. Keep writing about your experiences, even repeats. It's all gold to me.
Ron
It truly is a beautiful area, Ron, and I don't regret being here (even though it's the most rainy place on earth). I love being surrounded by nature.
DeleteAnd I know I can always count on you to tolerate and appreciate my rambles.
Well, now you HAVE to tell us the story about meeting Rock!! ;)
ReplyDeleteThat is one huge spider web!
PS
Please don't keep apologizing for being interesting and telling us stories about your life, okay? *hugs*