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
