I've always maintained that there's nothing more annoying than a person who blogs and has nothing to say.
Then I suddenly realized that I've been blogging and saying absolutely nothing for many years.
In the throes of delusional enthusiasm, I write posts that I initially think are great - then when I re-read them, I think they're crap.
Occasionally I write about certain subjects that I've already written about numerous times (like the two previous posts about the California fires and my mother).
This bores the hell out of my regular long-time readers (I can hear them sighing in disgust), but I mostly do it for people who are new to my blog and don't know much about me.
Winter has arrived early here in the wilds of Tennessee, with cold days and frigid nights. Last Thursday (the 15th) it snowed lightly in the afternoon - fortunately no accumulation. The ravaged foliage is still stubbornly clinging to the trees.
These are my last photos for awhile. The lithium batteries on my El Cheapo digital camera died. I'll have to get more on my next venture into town.
I'm also almost completely out of all supplies. I haven't (yet) done any grocery shopping at all in November.
I plan to go to town next week - - before Thanksgiving.
I'm STILL waiting for my new contact lenses to arrive from Canada. They're supposedly on their way.......
The Big Delay (capitalized for emphasis) was caused by a Big Mistake that I made on my order form.
Moral of the story? Always read the fine print carefully.
Why Canada?
If you order contact lenses from a company in the United States, they demand that your prescription is current - and they call your optometrist to make sure that it is.
In Canada they don't give a damn and will gladly accept old prescriptions, without a validation conference with your doctor.
I think that's a marvelous business practice.
Well, I've said a lot of nothing and have nothing else to offer.
Except a few photos of my cat Bosco, which I have no doubt will thrill you.
I took these last week one morning while I was still in bed. Bosco was looking out at the frost.
