Right as rain and ranting

Today I'm feeling right as rain and it is. (cloudy and 12 degrees)

When I went to Morgan's blog, I mistakenly forgot where I was for a minute and started to rant when I saw the word "President". Now that I got that off my chest, I feel even better. No time to rewrite, so go to "Wandering Consciousness" if you care about how I view Mr. Bush.....if not, here's a joke.....What is better than God, more evil than the devil, poor men don't have and rich men don't need?...............Nothing.

Just a quick note to say I'm having trouble commenting on other blogs. Don't know why. Hope it's short-lived.

Morgan, about chicken soup..........it goes with being sick, like love and marriage, like old folks and rocking chairs. I'm glad you, at least, had a can of soup in the house.

Cry

Cry, cry when loved ones die.
I can't explain, so don't ask why.
Your tears and time will wash away
The sorrow that you feel today.........If only that was true, we'd cry an ocean for you, Virginia Tech.

Virginia Tech...why? Who can answer?

The sadness must be overwhelming for the families, classmates, friends and the entire campus in Virginia where the horrendous murders of innocent people occurred today. I believe there are many reasons, I can think of, and many that I probably can't even imagine. Could we start with a flow chart and use my reasons.....then YOU add further reasons.....and YOU add more thoughts and so on? It's going to make me feel a little better to get some of this off my chest......the perpetrator.....his parents.....lack of security.....human inhumanity.....guns.....gun manufacturers.....lobbiests for those manufacturers.....lack of legislation to control guns.....campaign contributions (millions) made TO those legislators, BY gun makers and the National Rifle Association (U.S.A. tops the list for school and campus killings)..... money.....violence in all media including music and childrens games.....acceptance of violence.....violence within families.....lack of responsibility by all of the above persons and, no doubt, you can continue the flow. But, I'll tell you, it didn't make me feel any better. I would value all ideas and love to know to whom it could be sent for consideration. Are my ambitions too lofty?

Three? Who's this Video person?

Minka pointed out that I actually have three blogs. I am a saver of words, so I can't bring myself to delete Video Mom. But, I finally figured out how she got there. My hubby (not wandering and entirely unconscious.........kidding! He wanders to his wood working shop all the time.) helped me in the beginning of my blog-quest and HE wrote that and signed me Video Mom. I love movies, we both do, and our collection numbers over 800. So, I guess the name was appropriate, but, I changed it. There will definitely be more about movies later.

The wandering, wascally wabbit weturns!

I was clicking here and there on my blog and found some interesting things. Firstly, I have TWO blogs. The OTHER one has the same wording, but with no spaces. Secondly, hidden there was the wascally wabbit that went missing the day after Easter. He and his lyrical story are saved. Thirdly, I'm not brimming over with patience. Who knew?

When I'm told, in writing, that comments will be posted in a few MOMENTS I expect to wait about one minute. One minute equals a few moments. Doesn't it? Wait...wait...wait...patience used up. I must have done something wrong. When in doubt, redo.....hence two blogs. I'm learning something new all the time!

Try, try again

..........so I forge ahead with no confidence whatsoever.

Why is it that all my creativity takes place or comes to mind at night? I'm not a day person. I think it has to do with the time of day you were born. I arrived in the early evening and that remains the best part of my day. Mornings are useless to me. I don't perk up after a cup of coffee. It takes me several hours and a small mid-day snack to face the day. Last night I thought of three interesting things to put in my journal. None had to do with rambling on about nothing to say. Now (near noon) I can't verbalize or even think of the topics I wanted to talk about. Years back all my writing, both poetry and prose, was done at night. At times I'd wake up in the middle of the night to jot down ideas. ( a comical reminder to my surgeon to be extra careful in the morning.....or a rehash of a water fight my son had at his first job when he was fifteen...too young for a driver's license, so I drove him at odd hours. No problem. I was awake anyway.) I should take my blogging machine up stairs at night, where and when, all my words seem to be................J.D.

SNAFU

I'm still SNAFUed. Lost two posts this week. All that wisdom and wit.....gone forever. And this probably will be too. But, no wit here, just complaints. My fleeting thoughts on the Easter egg hunt will be especially missed. Both posts were varified as going into my blog. I haven't been doing this long enough to be able to loose two. I'm almost bloggless and I may be unbloggable!