Not sure why, but I really like this picture.
Not sure why, but I really like this picture.
I intended for this to be posted three days ago, but something went wrong and I've been busy so didn't notice. Anyhow, here it is:
Today, Monday, is a miserable day outside. Just the kind of day, I was longing for in our long, hot and dry summer. So I can't complain. And we're getting quite a bit of rain from that bomb cyclone to the north of us. I haven't seen rain for so long, I must go outside and let it rain on me. How I've missed the sounds and smells of rain.
Here are the results for the past Three Months:
Most popular post: Another Puzzle Done. -- I was hugely surprised by the interest in this. And embarrassed too since I'm a puzzle beginner and maybe these viewers' expectations were high for a real difficult puzzle solved.
Second most popular: 25-Year Old Otis Wins Fat Bear Contest. -- I'm happy this one was popular. I'm in with love this contest myself.
Third most popular: Wildfire Smoke Causes Breathing Issues. -- I've noticed that scary posts and those about illness, even a cold, will draw readers.
In Pages, the most popular was Contact Me, with triple the number of views of each of the above posts. Which is so interesting, because no one has contacted me. As far as I know.
Could spammers be checking this?
And Faith would be upset to learn that Conversations With Samson got more views than my conversations with her. Even though he doesn't speak English nearly as well as she does. But, of course, he's the Fluffy one.
Then I clicked on More About This Blog where I found where the people who read it resides.
My blog has the largest audience in the United States, no surprise there.
Followed by Sweden. Now this surprised me because it's never been the case before.
Then Indonesia, how I would love to get to know you better, but you have to leave a comment for that to happen.
It was fun to look and I'm not done yet. I want to go back and look at all the people who signed up to follow my blog. There's a place for them somewhere. Sometimes I wonder how those I knew who stopped blogging are doing, are they OK?
Faith: Who's that pretty dog?
Me: Her name is Lilli and she lives in Copenhagen, Denmark.
Faith: That's very far away, isn't it?
Me: Yes, it is.
Faith: What breed of dog is she?
Me: She's an English cocker spaniel.
Faith: Are they hunting dogs?
Me: Yes, they were bred to hunt the Eurasian woodcock, which lives in England.
Faith: Phew, that's a lot to absorb. So do we have an American version of the cocker spaniel?
Me: Yes, we do. Our American cocker spaniel looks different, smaller than the English, and was bred to be a family pet. The American cocker has less prey drive than the English version.
Faith: Do I have any prey drive?
Me: You sure do, you're always chasing rabbits and ravens, even though they always outmaneuver you.
Faith: Let's change the subject. What's that under Lilli's head?
Me: Looks like some sort of pillow.
Faith: So dogs in Denmark get pillows?
Me: Lilli has one, maybe it belongs to her mommy.
Faith: But you don't know.
Faith: You better stop writing about things you don't know or you may get in trouble.
Me: Maybe if you stopped asking so many questions.
Faith: Can I have a pillow?
Me: Why? You have your very own soft blankie. You have three or four very soft blankies, actually. I think that's enough.
Faith: You are right, I think I would get a crick in my neck if I had a pillow.
Faith to herself: Bred this way, bred that way, it's criminal how they play around with us dogs. Some breeds are so fancy and full of themselves even though they are absolutely useless, all they do is get cuddled by their owers. I'm sure they all have pillows to put their heads on.
Breed one this way, another that way, if humans aren't careful, they may breed a MONSTER dog by mistake.
Me: Did you say something?
Faith: No, mommy. Good night.
Me: Good night, sweet dog of mine. Love you.
Faith: Love you too.
I was recently diagnosed with asthma. A mild case, but I need to use an inhaler, which I really don't like, but it could be worse, of course.
To cheer myself up, I bought these colorful cups.
The other day, a kind young woman at our local small DMV office fixed all my problems with the Motor Vehicle Department: changed my mailing address, gave me a set of license plates, affixed the 2022 stickers, found a screwdriver in an office drawer, went outside and screwed the plates in place on my car.
I thanked her and she said she wouldn't let her own grandmother bend down to do that job, so she needed to help.
Then I went to the post office to pick up a package or two. One was medical supplies, the other was gigantic! I looked at it and shook my head. The clerk asked if I wanted a cart. I was going to say yes, when the guy behind me in line offered to bring it out for me. I accpeted and thanked him. Short man, big package, but he mananged. (It was a badly needed new kitchen trash can.)
As I drove off, I felt my bad mood lift, my negative thinking fly away thanks to the helpfulness of strangers.
I truly need to get out more, interact with strangers more, talk to people I meet in the stores, as I did before the pandemic.
I used to have so much fun, just going to the grocery store.
About the mailboxes from my last post:
1. They have been replaced by a modern structure and are now all locked.
2. The road has been paved.
3. It's nowhere close to me, it's farther into the canyon.
4. Finally, I'm very happy I captured that shot, sort of from a bygone time.
I listened to Tosca, Jane told me recently how much she likes it, so I wanted to listen again. Then Rigoletto, which is my favorite opera, and, finally, La traviata. I listened to all of them in their entirety.
After that, I listened to one of my favorite jazz CDs, April in Paris, with Charlie Parker.
I don't play enough jazz these days. And what's happened to jazz? I'm as guilty as anyone to have stopped listening.
But I will remedy that. It was such a beautiful experience, listening to a sad genius playing gorgeous music.
So that was my day. Nothing got done, but it ended up being a lovely day, wind and all.
The storm continued after I went to bed. As I turned the lights out, Samson came in the bedroom a couple of times. I let him out to do his business. He didn't seem very disturbed by the wind, he's a calm dog. But I think, that like me, he just didn't like it. So I gave him one of his calming pills and he soon went to sleep.
As did Faith and I.
and Jeanne captured some amazing insects in hers:
Thank you, Jeanne.
This morning, I stepped out of bed and my legs gave way and I fell. I'm still sleeping in my office, so I fell on my office chair, which has wheels and it rolled, I rolled with it and smacked into a small cabinet, which broke my fall.
Good thing I didn't end up on the floor. Bad thing, I twisted my back on this short journey with my chair and now I hurt here and there, but nothing serious.
Except the fact of this being a warning signal.
Except the fact that I need help.
I've known this for some time, I have made inquires. Formal ones for paid help. I will definitely do more today.
When I call to find out about help for myself, without fail people at the other end think I'm calling for my mother. Simply because I don't sound the way I feel.
Yesterday, I felt terrible all day, but decided to still move on with my day and do what I could and what was needed around here. It went well and at the end of the day, I felt happily accomplished.
I now think I couldn't tolerate my new inhaler. I have another one that I got from the NP in my doctor's office up here. I think I will tolerate that one better.
But enough about me, the winner of the Fat Bear Title is no youngster either:
Fat Bear of 2021 -- Otis
Thursday morning, on my way back home after a post office run, I came upon this scary scene. A young woman was pacing up and down by the truck, which was down an embankment, something not clear from my pictures. So she went off the road, down into a field below and, from the looks of it, the truck must have rolled. The windshield was completely smashed.