A little while back, I gave myself permission to post whatever I liked to this blog, with no filters:
- Complaints? Sure! Though I try to minimize them.
- Lists? I love lists.
- Writing prompts? The sillier, the better. My inspiration.
- Running updates? These are very skippable if you’re not me, though I started adding photos in the last year so at least there are pretty pictures as you scroll past.
- Drawings and doodlings? When I have stuff to show, sure.
- Self-referential posts about the blog like this one? Oh yes.
- Recipes? No. Or not yet, anyway.
- Things I like? Sometimes!
- Reviews? I review every book I read, though my book reading cratered with the pandemic. I also review movies, but watch far fewer now, also a change since the pandemic. And sometimes I do not choose wisely, like when I thought watching Moonfall might be a good use of my time.
- Other random stuff? I like random stuff.
All of this is a way of saying that I am again having a hard time coming up with stuff to write about, though there should be lots for me to ramble on about. I think I am afraid that anything I write might come out as a complaint because the world is, in many ways, kind of awful (See? I’m kind of doing it right now!) and it feels hard to avoid. I don’t want to just slap on a happy face and pretend everything is groovy, either.
Usually this is where I end with a random cat, but for a change of pace, here is a random sign I photographed a few weeks back1It’s found on the bins in parks for disposing of dog poop. It looks somewhat cooler when seen in isolation :
