Tuesday, July 08, 2014


I'd written a long post about fixing my air conditioner but when I read back over the post, it was as stiff as my knees on cold mornings.
It would be good to know why words flow at times like summer wine, and at other times they flow like chilled molasses. 
All I know is that I couldn't hit the send button.  backspacing that drivel into the ether was the humane thing to do. Of course I then sat for a long while staring at a blinking cursor. When all else fails, my rule of thumb is to type gibberish. The readers with either think you're hitting the sauce a little too hard, or that you bumped your head on the bow and you're drifting a little too far from the shore.


  1. I've been reading your recent posts ~ What a delight!

  2. Sounds like a plan...tomorrow is another day!

  3. I have never read a 'DRY' entry from you, but then I am new here (smile). Take care We head for PA and the Amish country for a few days. Nice pic!

  4. Sounds like most of my days lol
    (just kiddin)

  5. Hi Rick, we are still with no power since hurricane Arthur hit us very hard. Running a farm and having to feed men under the circumstances is a bit daunting so I haven't had much time for blogging. We've been sharing our generator and things haven't been normal around here but we are doing OK.

    You're a good writer so I wouldn't worry about an occasional gibberish.


  6. It just is what it is sometimes. Life can't always be fascinating, I've found. And for the record, what you write is never EVER gibberish.


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