The Foibles of Life and Writing 2

I wrote an entire blog and it disappeared. Let's try again. I've had so much fun NOT trying to set this up. It should be easy, but I seem to make things hard for myself. lol. My first effort refuses to show up in the menu so I can add to it. So I start again. (update: I found it now, a slightly different name, mystery solved!) I'll have to give up my job as a Rocket Scientist.

I'm here to rant, vent, ponder, fix the world's problems, perhaps only to myself, but that's okay. It's like a Diary online that someone might come across decades from now and say WTF.

Maybe I'll have Guest Ranters.

I want to note my stellar thoughts during Quarantine, and the worst Political Upheaval I've ever experienced. And I've been around since Eisenhower (vaguely I remember him).

As a writer I'm usually parked in front of my computer anyway, so having to huddle in Lockdown didn't bother me too much. I only miss my granddaughters and camping.

Here are my beautiful grandgirls:

 

 

As Viewed Through a Screen, for Social Distancing.

 

As for the rest of the world, why is wearing a mask to protect others against your rights? Don't you care about anyone else? Who knew we'd end up in a Plague Situation: Covid19, the Corona Virus, and other less politically correct names. But here we are, wear your damn mask and stay six feet away from me!

 

Politics, I've never been so involved before. The Worst President in history was elected. The Orange Sludge, who cares only about how good he looks and craves praise where it isn't warranted. Why can't his cult see his insanity? A Dictator-Tantrum Throwing-Man-of-Incompetence-Extraordinaire. Whew, say that after two glasses of wine.

 

Back to camping, here's a trip we took to Lake Chautauqua, NY a couple of years back. Our old dog Fritzie is with us. He passed over the Rainbow Bridge last year, 2019, after sixteen years of love and devotion. No camping in 2020, not yet anyway.

 

I'll be back, hopefully, with more kvetching later. My blogs switch back and forth but I can only access one... Back to Blogger for Dummies. I'll work this out, eventually.

I also must dig into my writing where I make the Big Bucks, at least 25.00 a quarter. Private island here I come! So much work, so little reward.

2020, the Year that Keeps on Shocking.