I have busied myself since I returned home from work interacting with a few visitors and leaving comments on their blogs. I also changed the appearance of my blog and updated the tagline. For some reason I have not been able to let go of the slightly sardonic title A Little Local Color. I had chosen it because I wanted to alert readers that I might be commenting about race and racism although not in an angry in your face tone. Perhaps I have less to be angry about as I age.
The updated tagline includes a reference to unicorns which reflects another part of my personality. I like to throw in humor and funny pictures like this
If you or your friends are in this picture, I do apologize. More likely, you’re off on another adventure with the zombies.
I hope to inform, cause you to think about something I saw or even just have a good time and share your perspective. That’s what blogging is about.
My blog often goes dormant for weeks or even months while I remain stuck in my social media outlets, arguing about the elections. The people who are convinced that Hillary Clinton stole the primaries will never change their minds. And then there are the groups including various shades of introverts. Talking about the best places for introverted people to live, training to gain attention and sometimes talking about their hopelessness. No one will ever love them. It is hardly surprising that a diet of such discussion sometimes leaves me nothing to talk about.
I build up momentum by blogging regularly and then stop in the middle of nowhere. But last week I found a new energy due to a workshop I attended about overcoming racism. I saw that there were several books I could explore and managed to check them out at the library and before I knew it, I was off and running again.
Technically, I am hardly a beginning blogger. But it seems that I have not been using wordpress.com to the fullest. My inconsistency no doubt throws off readers. Sometimes I will just reblog something I read about mental health and or the Middle East. That probably throws off a lot of readers. But now my plan is to be here daily posting something incredibly intelligent about race or mental health, my two main areas of interest.
Here is a picture of Liz before our Girl Scout cookies arrived
Yes, a complete Zombie, lifeless. Not the woman that I love. Where did that woman go?
We had ordered and waited so patiently. Waiting and waiting for them to arrive:
I had the solution when I saw them in the store last week. I didn’t know that there would be a display at the place where we do most of our shopping. I got a box of thin mints and a box of shortbread cookies and they are to die for. And then, wouldn’t you know, we were home today cleaning house (how often does that happen?) And then lo and behold the young mother with her two children arrived. Now we have 8 boxes of cookies and we are like
I guess we’re easily satisfied. We will return after the boxes are empty.
This must be some kind of cosmic joke. We have 1 or two days of actual spring, almost summer weather and then the temp drops like 70 degrees and you feel like you’re in a refrigerator. So you wonder about the signs all around you. And you ask did you move somewhere in the middle of the night. Have you suddenly been transported somewhere you don’t belong. You ask your friends if they have seen anything funny lately? Are the numbers 503, 541, 971, and 458 going through your head? Because those are the area codes for Portland, Oregon.
Are you feeling cold and wet for no good reason at all? When the sun shines, do you find yourself thinking, there’s something wrong here. It’s because you moved to Portland. There is some kind of Portland Oregon disease sweeping America where we are all becoming cold and wet. Save yourselves, those of you who can. This may be one of the last blog entries you receive from me as all the Portlandness overwhelms me. Farewell, Milwaukee.