Restating the Obvious
Tue., July 11, 11:47 AM
“A Place of My Own” began on Diaryland, and I know that many of my readers still access my page that way. The D’land page redirects to the current one and, if you have fast connections, it just takes a few seconds. What you may not have time to see is a suggestion that you sign up for the Notify List.
I thought this might be a good time to tell random readers that the option is there, even though reaching extensive audiences is not my priority. It’s also time, I think, to restate some of the guidelines about this page and the internet in general.
I’ve recently had some comments from some weird people who don’t seem to understand what they’re reading. For those who don’t understand, questions are welcome. Even though I’ve been writing on line only for about four years, my initial attempts at journaling go back fifty years. If you really want details, you can read about them here. I venture to guess that my experience outweighs yours.
In any case, it should be enough to remind you that
- ) I write primarily for myself and secondly for anyone else who is interested. This site belongs to me.
- I try to attack ideas rather than people. I don’t always succeed, because stupidity often leads back to an individual. In my eyes, ignorance is a sin.
- The choice of subjects is my own. It is a free country – fortunately – and you are always free to exit by means of that little x in the upper right-hand corner. I will not be insulted.
- If you are continually offended, for Pete’s sake, stop reading! Use your computer smarts and remove your name from the Notify List. (Or take the easy way out: ask me to do it for you. It’ no big deal; I check the list for spam regularly.)
It’s not news that younger readers have no connection to some of the things I write about and don’t want to hear about what it was like “back in the day.” Keep in mind, however, I don’t think I’ve ever told people I was so disgusted that they should stop writing. That’s not the way it works.
Count your blessings time: Saturday was one year since Miss Neighbor-Next-Door fell and was taken to the hospital. After a few days of treatment, she was temporarily placed in a nursing home, until she was well enough to take care of herself – or was willing to accept in-home assistance. She is still in the nursing home. We collect her mail and deliver it to her; she still does not receive visitors but phones U.D. on occasion.
A few months ago, a pipe burst in her house, causing extensive damage. She does have insurance, and there have been workmen discarding, gutting, and repairing throughout the spring. I imagine they’re getting it ready to sell. It’s a shame that she doesn’t get to enjoy what she worked so hard to attain.
A blessing of our own: Husband was ill last week, and I was really worried about him. But he seems to have come out of it – a little weaker but otherwise unchanged. Not hearing from the doctor is generally good news; if a problem showed up on the tests, he’d call immediately.
In religious terms, if I were Christian, I might call Husband my cross to bear. In Jonah terms, he’s simply a constraint – and a necessary condition.
