“There came a time when you realized
that moving on was pointless.
That you took yourself with you
wherever you went.”
~
August 21st 2023
Here I am, yet again, gobsmacked that I am still blogging after 20 years! I was on AOL Journals for only a couple years, when that whole project imploded and we all had to decide if we wanted to continue to with this particular social media experiment or give up and run back to the chat rooms and search for friends and frenemies. I am okay. Right here, grannie blogging the tidbits of my life. I don't have many visitors, which is fine, it's difficult to build an audience on Blogger, so it's just my place to dump the head noise, and post some photos of things, wildlife, food and life I see around me. It's all there, begging to be seen, like O.J. in white Bronco, circa 1994. Like I said, I have a grannie blog and I am not afraid to use it. In fact, I am quite proud I stuck with it this long!
1994... sheesh... what a fucked up summer THAT was! As bad as it was, the following one was so much worse. My father died in late August of 1995, and that event, while sad all on it's own, was the catalyst for the beginning of the end of all relationships in my family. I have plenty to say about what I am referring to, as all things have now come full circle, but I am not ready to speak about things right now. I am not trying to be cryptic, it's just that I have not fully processed recent events in my life. But I am okay, and getting better every day. Thanks in no small part to the anti-depressants I have been taking since 2017. Gee, what else was going on around that time? Oh yes, Trump. We will speak more about that a little later in this post.
Now, enough of that, I am back out with the cameras and it feels great! The birds are on their way back, and just the other day I spotted some new arrivals at the Clifton Court Forebay, in Byron. There was a Western Grebe family, some Caspian Tern, some American Coot, and some assorted ducks, mostly Mallards I think. Anyway, it was a very happy sight, because there had been nothing there all summer. Not at bird in sight... well maybe a few swallow varieties, and some crows, but otherwise nothing fancy. And there were several reasons for that.
The avian flu hit the birds really hard this year, but it won't stop the return of the Sandhill Crane in a month from now or so or the usual migration along the Pacific Flyway. I want to be ready for it, which takes planning, my body doesn't cooperate like it once did. In fact, I would like to know just where they HELL it went. Well, I guess I know the answer to that question. It went to age. As the old joke goes, if I had know I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of my body. At any rate, we are beginning a brand new blogging year, and autumn begins in exactly one month from today. I love that symmetry!
August 21st 2023
Western Grebe
August 21st 2023
August 21st 2023
But don't forget, in less than 24 hours, Donald Jessica Trump will turn himself in for arrest and booking at the Fulton County Jail, in Atlanta. Rudy Giuliani just completed his intake and, like Nosferatu, is on his way back to his coffin, or other sunless place, so that his head won't melt. So all in all, it's not like things are boring! There is plenty to blog about! Plenty to see. Plenty to do. Plenty to process. And today begins a new year of doing it all here! Thank you, dear blog. I love you!
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Happy blogoversary!
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