The reason the photo has nothing to do with anything is that I haven't had time to get the camera out for a while so I'm just dipping into the Archive of Pointlessness.Funny how you wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't said anything, isn't it? That's because it's all pointless all the time here in the wonderful world of pointless blather. The only difference is how recent the pointlessness tends to be.
And now for a pointless change of topic:
There's an awful lot of sex going on in my father's back yard lately. Bug sex, I mean. It must be the season or something, but when I went out to look around briefly last night it seemed like every second flower had some beetle or other getting it on. If they're still at it today when I'm out taking (pointless) photos I could easily turn this blog into the internet's new home of insect porn.
It'd make for some interesting search engine hits, if nothing else.
It would also give me something to talk about for a while. Sharp-eyed observers may have noticed the distinct lack of subject matter here lately. There are a few reasons for that, to be honest. I've been busy, I've been having trouble with my knee (still not great, thanks for asking), and I've also been in a slight snit about some things at work that I really don't want to discuss here. My two fans know by now that when I have something I don't want to discuss I either go off on lengthy inane rants about a totally different topic, or I clam up completely.
Guess which won this time?
It doesn't help that sleep hasn't been happening nearly as thoroughly as I'd like it to. Last night's problem? The neurotic dog. We had (yet) another thunderstorm last night, and after what seemed like an eternity of trying to keep her out of my bed, out from under my bed (this is a big dog, and she doesn't fit under my bed), and out from corners where she'd only cause property damage I finally booted her out of the room. Unfortunately for my father (and me. It's not like I went back to sleep after that annoyance) it only led her to try to bury herself first in the bathtub and then under a rug. I can't even describe the sound of a neurotic dog trying to bury herself in a bathtub, so I'm not going to try.
By the time she was "encouraged" to find a hiding place somewhere in the basement it wasn't like sleep was going to happen anytime soon, so I stayed up for a bit and enjoyed the storm. That was some pretty impressive lightning, boys and girls. Luckily there was nothing else involved except for about ten centimetres of rain this time. There've been twisters about lately, folks, and that's not something I particularly want to experience first-hand.
Considering how aimlessly convoluted this post has become it might be appropriate, but still.
I'm going now, ok?
1 comment:
I can handle lightening and thunder but I do not like extremely high winds. Especially if there has been a tornado sighted anywhere. We had a violent storm the other day and one tree went down in my backyard. Luckily not near the house. My 80 pound dog tried to climb into my lap the other day during this storm.
My brother has knee trouble from running in events. He swears by this liquid Glucosomine that Walmart sells. You take a tablespoon a day. I asked my bone doctor about it. He said, "must be a placebo effect." But my PT doctor said some of his patients swear by it. Less pain in the knees. I am going to try it.
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