Sunday, June 9, 2013

WHAT ON EARTH!!

I have obviously imagined in my head that I have written in this blog since last Sunday. Tomorrow is Sunday. From this I cleverly surmise that it has been one day short of a week since I have written in this blog. That simply will not do fo rme. At this rate I will be 110 years old before I do formal writing. If once a week is what I call practicing then I am a poor example, indeed, of a writer. Self-discipline has never been a strong card of mine.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!!! I managed to delete half of what I wrote after the last sentence of the paragraph above. I can't get it back. There's no crying over spilled milk ,I suppose , though I do have the compulsion to scream for a second or two! One more time the importance of saving my work periodically as I write is demonstrated in the loss of words. Precious words! Gone now as if I never thought of them.

A freind of mine mentioned Mr. Owl to me tonight. She heard him in the hooting nearby within the past few days. I was relieved. I have not seen him or heard him in about two weeks. I thought he flew the coop to take up new digs in a forest away from here. The weather has been stormy. Perhaps he is huddled in a tree holding on for dear life as one gust of wind after the other threatens to pull him from his perch. I would love to see him soon. I need to tip my imaginary cap to him. I need to feel that bond between us. The watched and the watcher performing for your viewing pleasure as night grows deep. He will show himself to me soon. We've got a thing going on!

Sleep overtakes me. Ta-ta for now or "ttfn".

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