Our morning glories made their inaugural climb despite the rain.
My parent’s street today:
Lima is full of residential scenes that make sense in widescreen.
Btw, there are ongoing dramas for friends and family of mine. I avoid mentioning such matters because doing so with much coherence could invade the privacy of the people involved. With that aside, I can no longer resist mentioning that my mother had washer number six delivered today. There’s no typo in the preceding sentence. My mother has found no less than five washers lacking since the beginning of May. Today Dad returned number five for the sixth pretender to the throne.
I don’t know the finer details of this appliance series, or how my dad overcame the obstacles of returning so many washers. Is he starting to feel like someone who’s been struck by lightning multiple times in dubious circumstances? Did he just give up around washer three or four and start donating the rejects to secondhand stores? I remember watching a Weather Channel special years ago in which a woman had survived three lightning strikes and was reluctant to describe how ordinary the scenes were when it happened. She was struck the third time while washing dishes. Her predicament reminds me just a little of my parents’ marriage.
My washer and dryer were made in 1987 and still launder clothes well with fantastic inefficiency in water and electricity use. I’m so fortunate they show no signs of collapse. I just didn’t inherit enough of my mother’s force of personality to find worthy replacements for them.
I will close with a rainy scene from today’s garden. Incidentally, my washer was spinning with ease as I walked outside to take this picture:
I am curious to see if any of my fellow WordPress.com bloggers have noticed a problem with the Blogs I Follow widget. When I visit a blog that uses this widget, I literally see a list of the Blogs I Follow, in order of the blogs I’ve most recently started following. I don’t see the author’s blogroll. I see my own.
Has anyone else noticed this glitch?
After a bit of reflection, I have decided to switch my blog’s name and tagline. I feel like Intensity Without Mastery (a phrase I first heard in the great film Slacker) captures my scattered interests well. I hover like a bumble bee over lots of stuff. This has been my habit since my early days, when I’d keep myself awake entirely too late halfway building towns with my Fisher Price Little People and their accesories like the pink dragon with rubbery arms that the powers-that-be didn’t let get past the 70’s for safety reasons.
It’s been almost a year since I started my blog. Thank you, dear reader, for your continued support. I don’t know if I’d have continued past the first few posts without you.