The fires are burning in Central Washington but as anyone in the Seattle area will be glad to tell you, the air is full of ash and it’s all over the cars ( hey it’s also in our lungs but it’s all about priorities I guess ).
My dog, Hamish Macbeth, made no effort to ask to go out this morning(!) and when we did get out he spent most of his time asking to walk under trees and next to bushes and if he had to jump up a four foot wall to get near them, he did.
He didn’t want to be out in the open and he made that very clear to me.
I didn’t get why he was acting a bit strange because it was dark and I couldn’t see how much smoke and ash was in the air.
Because I followed Hamish Macbeth, I didn’t smell the smoke and we were covered by trees for most of our walk so for awhile I got to avoid the ash.
Lesson here is: listen to your dog when they insist on something.
When the Sun came up, we could see the Sun and the sky was/still is a weird orange color.
The freakiest thing- the shadows look orange too:
Here’s to living in a strange looking world.
There is no ONE reason why I haven’t been writing- but in the end I guess what I wanted was to sit back and absorb what was going on in my life instead of reacting to it.
I think that new way of thinking changed me a bit.
I still love the same foods, for the most part the I still love the same people and generally speaking I’m happy with myself as a writer.
I guess it’s normal to go off and fill the well as long as you come back to you and the places that matter.
Writing is a place that matters.
I remember when I started to blog, what- it’s been over 10 years now, me and my fellow bloggers used to put a ton of energy and work into our posts so that people would chat it up in the comment section.
It used to be a great way to connect with other writers and have some fun.
Now we have Facebook and I can post a quip or a link and sometimes people care but most of the time they don’t say anything at all. I have friends who feel ‘left out’ because nobody or hardly anyone likes their posts or comments on them. I’m always surprised anyone stops by my FB page at all. It’s a mess over there.
For the most part, I treat FB like a notebook and I store pictures there.It’s fun to play with, but I’m not so sure it’s the best place to goof off and it’s fun to look at when I’m on the bus because if I read a book when I’m in a car or riding on the bus I get carsick.
I like my blog, it’s me.
My Facebook page is an accounting of me and do you know what?
I don’t like that at all.
I haven’t heard a single new song that I’ve liked.
There isn’t any new artwork up on the wall in the alley across the street from where work.
Salmon burgers are non-existent.
Spring is boring, how many days till Halloween?
I thought the recent stories about people who believe the Earth is flat was a joke.
It turned out that it’s not a joke, people are really arguing in favor of this idea.
I guess I should be shocked, we should all be shocked.
But the human brain is capable of coming up with some weird ideas and it can go to some freaky places- for example: