Lately I'm walking a very thin line....
teetering on the cavernous Threshold of Nothing.
My initial intention was to quit blogging for awhile, but an unnervingly persistent sense of guilt persuaded me to assure you I'm still among the living.
Some people are presently worried that the Plague will kill them.
I sometimes worry that I might live.
Ironic, isn't it?
Life can be a nasty bitch that bites you on the ass and never lets go. I've got decades of teeth marks to prove it.
I won't mention the rapidly increasing trials and tribulations that I have here living alone in the wilderness.
I won't reveal the debilitating health problems that seem to be multiplying daily.
I often mention my "bad back".
It isn't my back.
It's very serious issues with my spine due to old spinal injuries that never healed properly. The long-term result has become extremely alarming.
And I mean terrifying.
But enough of my crap.
I'm surviving.
If I repeat that long enough I might believe it.
I'll keep blogging.
I probably won't be responding to your comments for awhile. You hold a special place in my heart and I treasure your input and thoughts.
I'm just not in the mood to communicate.
Is it May already?
The forest is green but gloomy. Cloudy, balmy days. Mists and fog every evening. And late-night storms. Every night.
Beware of boring photos.
My bedroom window.
Misty shades of green.
The neighboring mountain that I love so much is disappearing behind the sprouting leaves.
The "road" leading to my house where I often get stuck in the mud.
View from the front porch -
a jumble of trees
The back yard
an undefined jungle
Scratch (Kitzee) and Bosco
on the front porch
My two cats get along okay, but Scratch was never exactly in love with Bosco. She lets him know who's boss.
It's rare to see them in perfect harmony.
It's rare to see them in perfect harmony.
