THOUGHTS AT THREE A.M.

YOU HAD NOTHING TO SAY, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME YOUR WEB-ADDRESS?

I love getting comments! Doesn't everybody? On the other hand, there is little more exasperating than getting spam, or worse, getting a comment that is little more than a link back to their site,and when you get there, there is nothing there! Oh, there's a page, with all sorts of headings, but if you click on it, it takes you to a page with the same heading, and the rest is a blank page. Worse yet, the original statement looks like it might be interesting, but after you think about it, you realize that the statement is incendiary,and darn close to blasphemous. Taking on the persona of Jesus Christ to make a statement that you will be making an Inaugural address at the White Throned Judgment was annoying, but at least you had the wit to not publish this supposed address...SINCE THERE WON'T BE ONE! Anyone who names the name of Jesus Christ as Lord and savior knows that! Oh, yeah, you had me going there for a while. I was all set to tell you where you slipped up. Point one, Christ won't be running for president, since he is already King of Kings and Lord of Lords! And I don't see him stepping down, and taking off his royal crown, to be an earthly president.Point two, Christ won't be making an address, speeches, or preaching, since by that time,all reason and purpose for all of that will be past. Everyone will have made their eternal decision. The books will be opened,and all whose name is not found in the Lamb's book of life, will be cast out of heaven. As for the rest of us, there will be singing and rejoicing,and feasting, with joy unspeakable and full of Glory,and earth will finally be restored to what it was intended to be, before man fell. Without sin. Without a tempter!Innocent, and pure,with no tears, sickness or disease,or pain,and no separation from God!A place of peace and love and such beauty we cannot even imagine how wonderful it will be.

And I can't hardly wait!

OUI?

ALL FRUSTRATIONS ASIDE;THIS WAS A THRILL

The last couple of days I have been going through some things that would frustrate anyone...no details, but just trust me, I was not in a good mood when I logged on to check my stats,and noticed that my cyber-buddy, Brad Baker had dropped by.So I mosied on over to his site,and he has a special surprise for me,and Oh! it was wonderful!

If you want to check it out, go to http;//bradbaker.typepad.com/ and look for the link for abba. You won't be sorry!

OUI?

IT'S AN EXPERIENCE ONLY A SELECT FEW HAVE! LET'S ALL GO THROUGH AN INSULIN REACTION!

Hi! I woke up a while ago, and went straight away to the bathroom,"took my seat" as we say, and fell asleep for two hours. When I woke up from there, it was sudden, and alarming! I knew instantly something was wrong! I was all shaky inside. I pried my derriere off the seat, "OUCH", stumbled to my chair,and wheeled to the kitchen table, and grabbed my blood sugar kit, cotton balls,and alcohol, prepped the site..I chose left side of the nail of my right hand ring finger's fingertip, lanced and set the meter, and let the teststrip of the meter sip from the nice bubble of blood that accompanied the sting of pain that squirted out. Oh yeah, it hurts, something awful sometimes, but only for a few seconds. 28 seconds later, the read out popped up...61. For those of you who do not know, low blood sugar starts at 88 and goes down, so yeah, we are having a reaction. I am a little disoriented, and have to think of something to eat..but first things first. I press the soaked cotton ball against the blood site, and with the free hand take the meter, invert it over the garbage container, press the button and the sterile strip falls out. I push the other button and the readout disappears,and we tuck the lancer and meter back in the blood kit, close it up and set it aside for the next time, along with the alcohol and cotton balls, and grab my cup of icewater and gulp from it, because it's awfully thirsty in here! With a leftover cotton ball, soaked in a few drops of icewater, I wipe my eyes...maybe that will help me focus my eyes...and look around. Now, what was it I was looking for? Oh, yeah....food, that was it. Gotta have some food...okay, focus. There's my goodie bag up in the cupboard, but it's up there, and I'm down here, and my reacher is clear in the other room, and I don't handle it well when I am shaking, which I am starting to do now...so I look some more. On the countertop is a glassine container of baklava...but it's a couple days old and there's all that chewing to consider. The longer it takes to ingest, the longer it will take to stop the shakes and bring me back to reality. Besides, I'm not hungry. I'm thirsty! So I drink some more icewater, and look at the table. There's a new package of little york peppermint patties, that should bring me back to myself enough to think straight,and once I have something in my stomache,  I can take my noontime pills. GASP! My pills. I didn't get my pills yet!! Gotta call Yon son and ask him to go get my pills ASAP...I mean, it's bad enough I'm in the middle of a reaction, but once that takes hold, any other lack or problem is intensified. by the time I get done thinking this, I have wheeled to Yon son's door,and start talking:

" Honey, I hate to bother you, but I'm two hours late on my noon blood pressure pills!" I have no idea if he can hear me or not, because I didn't knock on his door, but I just keep talking until I hear a response..."...Besides that, you know the rental place is supposed to be out here to bring back my printer and pick up the air conditioner until next summer...you know you never did call them back and ask them to come later"...and about this time a very angry sounding voice issues from the bedroom doorway, where Yon has just now appeared. "Yes, I did." said he," called and changed it from two to four, to five to six!" and i say"OH! Gee, I wish I had known that. I wouldn't have bothered you if I had known....oh, by the way, I'm at 61.." He gives me a large eyed look"Fun! Did you eat anything yet?" Uh, no. I haven't decided what to have.." And I wheel around, and go back to the kitchen. He hurries around and grabs and snapple out of the fridge, and sets in front of me. There's about two swallows left,and I polish that off,and throw the empty in to the garbage."I'll go up the hill, pick up your pills,and grab some food. What do you want?" I don't care, and say so,while I struggle to open the York peppermint patties. My hands are shaking so badly, I can't seem to get a grip on the foil package ends to pull it open. Besides THAT it is getting really hot in here, and I need to turn on a fan, because I am sweating so badly. I wheel over to the fan, turn it towards me,and turn it on high, and on the way back, grab the scissors out of the drawer, and saw the peppermint patties open, and pop one in my mouth. There are 6 small ones in this pack, rather than the one big one,and I munch it down fast and chase it with more ice water, and then wheel to the bathroom door, and stumble to the  commode. God what a relief! I was about to burst! Stumbling back to the chair, I realize that it is past time for the rental people to be here,and I'd better turn on the  computer, so I can test the printer before they run off with the temp.Sooo I grab my York,and my water, and wheel into the dinning room, there to turn on yet another fan, because it's hot in there too.By the time I get set up in there, Yon son is back with my pills and sandwiches, printer paper and a surprise or two,and I take my pill, and try to finish getting set up totally, before leaving the desk to eat. I have stopped trembling, more or less, but now the heat is intense, and I turn the fan up, and take another gulp of ice water, and almost choke on it, since I still feel the inside of me shaking. Finally I turn to the table, and unwrap the sandwich, which smells really good, and Yon son says, " They're mushroom and swiss burgers." I take a few bites because I must, but they don't taste right. " Thank you, honey" I tell Yon son. I know it is me, not the fault of the food that they don't taste good. Within two hours, I am almost back to normal again,but not quite. When they came in with my printer, I was still out of it enough, that even though something was bothering me as they walked out the door, to go get the power cord they forgot to bring, it took another fifteen minutes to realize that I had had no intention to allow them to take that other printer away, before I knew mine was actually 100% working again. I had not yet reached the point where I was thinking straight.

There now, wasn't that fun?

Of course, I am only now just beginning to actually feel normal, so I am going to leave this sit,and come back and read it in a while, just to make sure it makes sense. Perhaps the piece looses something in the translation, because a reaction is so disorienting, and it's hard to completely portray just how out of focus one is, or how irritable, and even downright grouchy one gets while in this state. Thank God Yon son knows and understands what is going on when I say, I'm at 61, because frankly, it is hard to follow through from the knowing you need to eat, to the actual obtaining and consuming of same. But, I tried.

OUI? 

WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY, FULL OF BLESSINGS, FULL OF JOY!!

Okay, I've got to be totally honest with you from the beginning, today did not start out to be that good of a day. I woke up with an unpleasant surprise. I'd had a bad dream,and then as I got up, realized my waterbed has a leak. Well,that is not a big deal, I have known I had a small, slow leak somewhere for several months, but now it's getting worse, and one of my pillows was soaked, the comforter on the bottom had to be stripped off the bed,and the whole thing dried,and packed with towels,and all the bedding washed. But then as the morning progressed, the sun was out and the temperature was up to 78 degrees, with low humidity, so for once we were able to open the windows and doors,and watch the first pale yellow and golden leaves swirling in the breeze,as we had our coffee and cooked breakfast of raisin/cinnamon english muffins with cheese omelets,and watched some video tapes of old television shows, with Carol Burnette and Lucy Ball,and John Wayne. Once I had eaten and taken my pills, I got all sleepy, because I hadn't had much sleep, with the bad dreams, so about noonish we closed the doors and went back to bed,and when I got back up about three, I felt much better, even though the dreams still preyed on my mind. So strange, because I was dreaming about people I didn't even know! But then we opened the kitchen door,and the garden had turned into this magical place with a golden shower of leaves in a soft warm wind, and the flowers were at their absolute peak,and as we spoke of all the blessings we have been given, I tried to call Sherry, and what do you know? She was there, and she actually answered the phone! What a treat! We haven't spoken for at least three weeks,and it was such a nice time to sit and enjoy the wonderful temperatures, and  catch up with all her goings-on,compare notes on a certain person, and to get misunderstandings cleared up. Then after that, Yon son cooked the most amazing dinner for us. Baked chicken,(done with golden dipt,really the best coating mix for home cooked chicken there is) peaches and cream sweet corn on the cob,and fresh little wonderful tomatoes out of the garden, grands biscuits,baked to perfection, fresh hand cut baked french fries, and iced tea, and for dessert, the most juicy orange I have ever had! I know that sounds like a lot of carbohydrates,but considering my blood sugar was unusually low, it was just about perfect. Besides that, when it comes down to it, even though the menu sounds bad, it's in portion sizes, and preparation that makes the difference between a healthy meal and a not so healthy one. For instance, the "French fries" weren't fried at all, but were cut like fries, and then baked, from one whole, huge potato,so there was no added fat. The sweet corn was one half of a normal ear of corn, and that was more than enough for me...and the" butter" was smart balance margerine,which is just scrumptious, so I used that not only on the corn, but also on the half a grand biscuit that I had. And I only had one piece of chicken..or, what added up to one piece, which was a back, and a very small drumstick. And, I called the orange my dessert, but in actuality, I had that first, which served a triple purpose of staving off hunger pangs until the meal was done, kept my blood sugar from bottoming out and therefore sending me into a reaction, and fulfilled one of my fruit &vegetable requirements for the day,as well as helping to "spoil " my appetite, so when the meal was on the table and we said the blessing, I wasn't drooling and ready to dive into my plate, and therefore, I was able to eat slowly, and not overeat. And because of the orange, I didn't need seconds. In fact, I could barely get away with a serving of each thing. And while we ate, we watched an old movie we both love,"the Matrix" which had sat in the video room just long enough so we had forgotten some of the best parts. It was like seeing  it for the first time, Again!

And, because we ate early, by the time the movie was over, our food was settled, my pills kicked in, and we were able to watch "Heroes",the encore performance, which we both enjoyed, and then took our naps so Yon son wouldn't get tired overnight, because he dispatched the  11-7 shift.All in all, it was a wonderful day,and we both had a very productive evening as well.

Now all I have to do, is to start searching for a replacement water bed mattress. Oh, bother! It seems there is always something else to do....Praise God! At least he knows how to keep me busy!

OUI?

OVERHEARD IN NEW YORK! OH REALLY?

No, this is not that website, so if that is what you are looking for, you'd better just log out right now...that is, unless you are interested in an actual blog, and an opinion on this new Phenom!You might be curious to know where I found out about this new website. Not on the Internet, no, but from our local newspaper. It told the whole story about this fella who happened to overhear other peoples conversations and thought it would be a great source for amusement on the web! So now, he listens to other persons conversations...which to me is rather rude...and then publishes their words on his blog. And now, it seems he has a book deal in the works. Imagine that! This person is cashing in on  theft,mindlessly stealing what has been overheard, for no more ability or talent than he thought of a way to get attention through plagiarism! As I understand it, there is no blogging per say,he just types up, or sends out pod casts that are all other peoples words,and uses none of his own thoughts to deserve such attention! 

Wow! Is that where we are now? So anxious to be amused and listen in on conversations that we reward such rudeness? It's not as if he is doing it to protect the homeland, for if he were everyone would be jumping down his throat for invading privacy! No, he's your plain, garden variety leech, an eavesdropper, who hasn't the wit to say anything on his own, and has found a way to tickle the ears of  voyeurs on the web, who don't care where the conversations came from, they just want to listen in too!

Now, I won't lie to you. When I read the article, for an instant the thought crossed my mind that this website (which they published at the end of the piece) might be fun to take a look at, and then I thought about it for a moment and the feeling went away, and I was incensed that this thief was getting all these hits.Then that feeling went away too, and was replaced with the knowledge that the thousands of hits I have received have been garnered through work, research, and long hours typing at the computer,and I am beholding to no other living  man or woman for the contents of my blogs. Yet daily I praise God for his guidance and inspiration for my every work...and the hundreds of comments I get I thank my readers,and I thank divine providence that I don't have to feel the least bit  guilty when I read a comment that says, that was so cool! Would I feel that way if all I did was to write out what I heard someone else say, when they thought they were just talking to one other person on the phone? You bet cha! NOT!

OUI?

HOW CAN A CHRISTIAN BE A MOVIE STAR "FAN?"

Okay, first let me make it clear I have nothing negative to say about Christians watching movies. But I am going to pose some questions, and possibly shake up a few apple carts while on this soapbox, because some Christians still don't understand some things. Secondly, when you call yourself a "Fan"--This does not just indicate to all that you like or are fond of someone. Fan, in this instance, is derived from "Fanatic!" My dictionary defines fanatic as being:" wild in opinions, particularly in religious opinions, excessively enthusiastic,particularly on religious subjects ." Alright. Tonight I ran across a snippet of a blog, which read in part:" I may be a Christian but I believe by faith not a body or certain...Being  an Antonio Bandaras and Angelina Jolie Fan this movie was right up my alley..." Now, I am going to stop right there,for this statement threw me into a bit of confusion. If this person is a Christian, then how can they be a "Fan" of a movie star? Since the very word this Christian used for their interest in those two movie stars, is the term usually reserved for "religious enthusiasm",then how is this dichotomy being allowed by this person to stand in their life? I would have to venture a guess that this individual knows that one interest should take priority over the other, and yet, this doesn't seem to be the case. The reference to being a Christian is almost tossed off as an uncomfortable aside, with the author pigeon-holing themselves, I may be this, but I am  really fanatical about that! Once again, it occurs to me that the writer either was trying to down-play their faith somewhat, or that they haven't a strong enough command of the English language to truly be aware of what the words they use really mean. However, considering that they began their statement with the declaration of their faith, the former seems unlikely. So, it is left to the reader to decipher from the rest of the paragraph just how deeply their fanaticism goes, to the aforementioned Bandaras and Jolie. This is an absolute shame. With all the English language, and all the reference works available to search through, how can this person be so limited in their ability to be clear and precise? That being said, would their statement of faith also come into question? It did to my mind. One begins to doubt the sincerity of  anyone whom, to all appearances, has taken no care to take the extra time necessary to seek out just the exact words needed to convey the import of their message,rather than just dashing off a few lines indicating the general idea, leaving the reader with only a vague notion of the full intent of the entire piece. Now, I know that this is not an isolated case. Throughout the Internet anyone can find blog after blog of imperfect writing. Most, it seems, are done on the spur of the moment, with no purpose other than to attract attention, with mistakes galore, and virtually no attempt to use capitals,punctuation, or even proper verbiage! The words are the thing! And, what words! The filthier the better...again, to create interest. And, God help us, sadly, they do. However,since I am still standing on my little soapbox, I had to at least make my feelings known, that if you are a Christian, please, at least take the time to know and understand the terms you use to declare your fondness or affection for other creatures on this earth, and be aware that using the wrong terminology, could give others the impression that something, or someone else is elevated above that place that should be occupied only by the Lord Jesus Christ, or by Almighty God himself.

Now, I am not saying that you shouldn't have a fondness for other human beings. I myself am very impressed with Johnny Depp, but I am not his fan. There is only one that I get fanatical about, and that one is the son of God, Jesus Christ,my Lord and my redeemer. I am ever mindful of the fact that his is the name above every name, and I always act as though someone is always watching me...because he is!

Praise God! Just the thought of him makes me smile!

OUI?

MARRIAGE,DIVORCE, AND RELATIONSHIPS!

Marriage,divorce,and relationships are very much in the news and in blogs lately.Most pretty much agree that the whole thing needs to be fixed, and everyone seems to have very strong opinions on how to go about doing that. I don't. Until recently, there was nothing to fix,as far as the law is concerned. Human beings being who they are, there are going to be those folks who just can't seem to get along with anybody, regardless of the vows they took before God and everybody. Some men are still going to be impossible to live with, no matter what they promise the women who " Love" them, and some women, as we all know, will believe the most transparent lie, time after time, for the goofiest reasons on earth. And, to be fair, not all the heartbreaking behavior is being done by men. Women have proven they too are capable of being just as faithful as alley cats too, leaving men and children behind, to pursue whomever, or whatever they imagine will be fun for the moment...and then, when the fun runs out, or they get themselves into trouble, or both, they go back to the abandoned family, and make nice-nice, until the next time. All of this is not new. It has been going on, for eons. But now that it has reached epic proportions, suddenly, people are all up in arms about the number of divorces taking place. It used to be that couples stayed together, for the sake of the children,and worked their problems out. Now, they have no such urge, because there have been " studies" on the impact on the children who were raised in such marriages,and the statistics don't look so good. There has been a school of thought for many years, that it is entirely too easy to get married,and entirely too difficult to get divorces,and that our society should reverse the situation. These people have never planned a wedding, or they wouldn't say things like that! But, Okay, there is some truth to the notion. I have always thought that we don't have enough training for our young people to help them make lifetime decisions, and who to marry, and how to choose a mate is right up there on the top slot. But, whose to decide how to arrange the curriculum? Even collage professors don't seem to have it all together when the choice comes around for them! Being married is so personal for each person, and so different for each couple, the guidelines would have to be made up by a group of geniuses,and even then, they would never be able to come to an agreement on all of it. Marriage being what it is, the course would have to include a huge list of classes, not limited to, but including, budgeting of time, and money, fair arguing, sharing of chores, cooking, cleaning,  organizing, personal hygiene and grooming, your health and your mates, nursing, communicating, moving and arranging furniture,buying and selling real estate,first aid, Shopping 1 &2-IE:(shopping with your mate: patience ) and(2. shopping for your mate), as well as specialty classes, such as living together,and running a home, which would include how to make a bed correctly, and how to put a roll of tissue on the holder in the bathroom! And let's not forget simple but important things, like proper aim, and raising and lowering the seat when you are done! And even if all those things were taught, that still wouldn't guarantee harmony in the home, or that the choice of mate would be right. Besides which, who would teach thoughtfulness? Romance and love making? Expressing affection to his/her satisfaction? Yet, all those things, as important as they are, would only teach how to be married, not how to choose a mate! So, what do we do? Come up with a test to administer to all those who already come up to your own personal criteria for a life long partner,and then send them to parenting classes, if they pass?

That might be okay for those who have a long list of possibles, who are willing to go through it, but what do you say to the misfits, who see themselves with just one chance to marry,and are afraid the testing will scare their intended off?

The truth of the matter is, no amount of fiddling with the law is going to change human behavior,and education might help, but it is not the total answer either. We still need to instill in our children at a young age, that marriage is forever,and once they make that walk down the aisle, and made those vows, there is no easy way to go back  and change it. Even now, every judge and every preacher says those words, " Marriage is an honorable state, which should be entered into soberly, and thoughtfully.." and " So long as you both shall live." And too, normally, the two dizzy kids, standing up their in their wedding finery aren't listening to his words, they are thinking ahead to the reception, the honeymoon, the wedding night,and his admonition is way too late. They should have had that pounded into their heads long before the actual wedding!

But, here's an idea. How about if they have that all firmly entrenched in their heads even before the first date?  We could have a whole program, all about the pitfalls of getting married,and pre-marital sex,telling, and showing them all about terrible marriages, STD's and unwanted pregnancies...and call it " Scared Single and Abstaining!"

OUI?

VICTIMS OF THE FICKLE MUSE!!

Writers are considered strange and odd by many "normal" people.When we are just thinking, we are thought to be moody,too quiet,and get asked repeatedly if there is something wrong.(Which of course, is no end of being helpful when trying to think!) And when we are excited over a project, and extremely talkative, it is so sweetly suggested that perhaps we should take a tranquilizer.When I am heavily into a work, loved ones tusk, tusk, and shake their heads and worry that I should slow down, and when I am relaxing...resting from my labors after tearing through twenty pages non-stop, those same tusk,tusking head shakers furrow their brows and sympathetically ask if I am "blocked!" Well, I for one, wish to heaven that those "normal" people would just get over it, and realize that I don't own my artistic nature, Au contraire, it has me.When I consider it at length, the whole thing comes back to a line I ran across in one of my favorite books when I was an early teen, from "The Prodigal Women"...the author's name escapes me for the moment,(Oh wait! It was Nancy Hale!) but in it, the lead heroine,Leda March, who considers herself awkward and unattractive, is trying to decide between following her love of literature, or a more "romantic" bent, and one of her instructors tells her, "...It's a fine life, the life of the mind." And compares books to lovers, who will, leave you, lie to you, and betray you, and not care if they hurt you, but books never will. (to paraphrase here) But read a book, and put it down and come back ten years later, and it will say the same thing it said before.Shortly thereafter, I began to write.And that quote has always stood out in my memory as being a defining moment for me,because it is true. I have never felt like Leda....well, not for very long, anyway, but she, unlike myself, totally turned her back on her writing career, and went seeking after love and the "great romance" that have been the undoing for so many.I have loved, and been loved many times throughout my life, but I can honestly say, it has not been the focal point of my life.Courting the muse, as they say, has been. Certainly it has it's ups and downs. You can go along for days or even weeks and never hit a break in the flow of ideas and inspirations, and then all at once, you might hit a snag, where something doesn't quite fit, and you might mumble around for a while, but then, all of a sudden, in the middle of dinner, it jells for you, and you drop your fork, and run into the other room,declaring, excuse me! But I have a scathingly brilliant idea! And Oh! The thrill of that moment, and of that time after when you are like a madwoman,fingers flying as fast as they can to keep up with your thoughts,as point after point of your creation comes together before your very eyes! There is nothing that can take the place of the soaring emotions of writing something that makes you laugh out loud, or cry hot tears,and that wrings that emotion from all who read it! That feeling is better than food, better than sex,and second only to breathing sweet air on a higher plateau than you have ever attained before in your life! Frankly, if  your stirring scenes don't bring you to that sort of exaltation, then you may as well, throw it in the fire and start again, because if it doesn't move you, it isn't going to move anyone else!

Oh,yeah, I am a victim of the fickle muse. Ain't it awful?

OUI?

A LETTER TO BRENDA!!

HI BRENDA!

Well, as you can see, here we are at my website. What do you think so far? Obviously it doesn't take a whole lot of time, money or talent to write a blog,and it can be a whole lot of fun.I know that ever since your daughter married my son, they have both been very interested in my blogs,so I am sure that is the reason she wanted me to send you some samples of my work. Haha! This is not work! This is a hoot! I get to write anything I want...basicly, to anyone I want, any time I want, and then other people come along on the Internet and read it.Leave comments.Send me emails about the music, books, movies and people I like, and don't like.It can be a very rewarding pastime,and you get to " meet" some great people.

So, what do you think? Does this sound like something you would like to investigate further? You give it some consideration,and then go on line,and search out some publishers.See what they all have to offer.Some of them might be as good as typepad,and offer a free trial, but I really don't think so.It is just possible that you could find yourself having a wonderful time doing this! At any rate, let me know, okay?

Love Ya!

OUI?

MAYBE I SHOULDN'T GO SURFING THE RECENTLY PUBLISHED, AT THREE A.M.!

It's a radical thought, but then, I have a lot of those.This is when I do my best thinking.Some of my most thought-provoking messages come to me at this hour.Thus, the name of my site.However, checking out the recently posted weblogs, I am almost ashamed to admit that others of my mind-set, tend to be ah...shall we say, less than inspiring? Sorry fellas, and gals, but most are not the sparkling read that I was looking for. Now, please don't misunderstand me. Some of the wittiest, funniest, most exciting writers have been found by me this way,and to prove it, I point you to my people list, entitled, "Others who think"! Most of them are just fascinating individuals. It's just, tonight I happened in upon a whole raft of  blogs that would have been less boring if they had posted the backs of cereal boxes.Gee,I guess that was a little harsh, but it was the nicest way I could think to put it,and still get my point across.It was the best of three options which I considered. I was a bit surprised that I would run into such an uninteresting flotilla, all on the same list, on the same night. The most disheartening part is, I looked for things to like.I always do. Whenever I visit another blog site, I try to find something I can comment on...it just seems like the personable, pleasant thing to do. It's like knocking on someones door.If you don't leave a comment, it's like coming face to face with someone,and then running away, instead of saying hello! So, I searched. I did.But, there was nothing to say. How can you leave a comment that says, I have nothing to say to you, because you are boring? I can't do that. I am not into hurting someones feelings that way.To be fair, perhaps I happened upon a group that in their own circles, are very ...um...just wait, I'll think of something..uh, insightful. Their blogs were mostly reporting on movements in the business world,such as the CEO of blah-DE-blah is doing this,and frankly, I don't care.Reading this sort of thing, without personal comment from the blogger, is like eating sushi, without the fish, or the seaweed.Dry,bland,and tasteless.Unless, of course, you like plain rice and inedible sauces.I did, however, notice one thing that was prevalent throughout my stroll through the eatherwaves. Almost without exception, there were no comments listed.Okay. I felt sorry for them.I tried.But, when there is nothing to say, it is best, as the King of Siam said, to be silent.And yet, I know I shall do it again.I learned something.Don't go at three a.m. Perhaps Four a.m. will be better! What do you think?

OUI?