I was just sitting here at the Computer thinking that email is becoming a thing of the past. My wife is really the one who brought this up, but I think she's right. Technology progresses at such an amazing speed - almost as fast as the electrical power that makes it possible in the first place.
This thought process eventually brought me to the point of communication possibilities with the rest of the world. Why not a blog, I thought. I'm not yet ready for Facebook, too many people and too little time, but maybe I can just start blogging whatever comes to mind and see where it goes.
It all seems simple enough. All I need do is go to Google, sign up for Blogger, and start typing. How easy is that?
Pretty easy, it seems - after all, here I am posting my random thoughts after only a few minutes of simple choices.
It's still raining. It has been all day, and will for awhile.
I was mowing the lawn yesterday when I discovered, or I think I did, that some of the Spruce trees I have planted over the years are infected with a Spruce bud worm infestation. According to the information I can find, this is more likely to happen when there is a hot dry spring. We have not had a hot dry spring. I guess the worms don't really care.
When one finds such a problem, one begins to notice it wherever it occurs. It's like a new car; when you buy a red Subaru, suddenly there they are all over the place.
Anyway, I've now noticed that my next door neighbor's trees are seriously infected. Much of the foliage on the bottom of her trees is gone and they are looking pretty bare. This is going to require research, since I don't want to use chemical warfare against bugs who are happily munching on trees next to the river.
My nephew and niece (niece in law?) had their first baby on June 1, 2009. A girl. They live a few miles down the road and this is a very happy occasion for them, and us. She is a beautiful little girl with a swath of dark hair that everyone thinks will turn blond before long. I'm not convinced, but what do I know. We rounded up all of our remaining old leftover grandchild baby toys, cooked some chicken, and took it all to meet her last Saturday. What a treat! She didn't eat any chicken though, but the dog sure tried.
There is such promise for the coming generation, and such a huge amount of work for them to do. I am both sorry that we and previous generations have left them with such a mess, and hopeful that they will be up to the task of righting our mishaps.
I have to go and figure out what to have for supper. We've been eating leftovers for 3 or 4 days now, and they are all about gone, 'cept for a little spaghetti. The need for more cooking of the real sort has arisen, so it's off to slaving away over the hot stove again. If I can shovel my way through the freezer, maybe I can find something younger than me for the evening repast.
I'll be back!
Oh, P.S. If any of the group to which I am sending posts automatically don't want me to do so, just say no.
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