Blank Pages

Sue Townsend who wrote the Adrian Mole books once said that writing was sitting staring at a blank page until your forehead started to bleed. I know now what she meant. Now that I have a public following (all four of you ) who I envision waiting with baited breath for my next posting, my mind has gone completely blank. When no one knew or cared about the stories I was spinning all the time in my head ( they still may not for all the feedback I get - you know who you are!) there was constant rubbish just on the boil all the time. Now that I have to greet a blank computer screen the ideas have all floated out my left ear. To be brutally honest the real joy in this appalling task I've set myself is to re-read my twaddle and edit it . Now that is a pleasure. One always knows where one is with grammar. All those dreadful years teaching have left a mark. I am never happier it seems than when I am waving a red pen around. Oh yes for those of you who care, little Edward is back in the Smoke with his Mummy. The reasons why will be left for another day. I'm exhausted.

Edward

The new cat is here. His name (so far) is Edward and Kathleen hates him. There is a lot of low moaning and hissing going on but little Edward is not taking a blind bit of notice. He truly is little, only eight weeks old and still squeaking and looking around likely corners for Mother. A little ball of black and white fluff that is hated with a passion. Had I known Kathleen would have carried on so I would have saved myself the bother. As it is I am up at six every morning as Edward can only be alone when he is sleeping. It's been thirty years since I've had such a little kitten. I must have forgotten that part. We will soldier on for a week and if things don't improve, back the boy goes to Mother. She forgot to say goodbye to him. When last he saw her she was very busy licking a paw and making sure to do a complete job of it. I don't know if little Edward will even be welcome ,but the two- leggeds want him back if adjustments just cannot be made here. I want to report that Ted, an elderly ill cat of a friend is doing much, much better since he was treated on the Scio bio energetics machine. His appetite has returned, his fur has grown back and he is able to get upstairs to watch the hockey games once more. He's a Leafs fan. Maybe that had something to do with it. Have to go check on Edward. It's very quiet up there. I hope she hasn't eaten him!

Spam, Glorious Spam!

Today I would like to address the issue of spam. I thought spam was something disgusting that had once been an animal and came out of a tin but now I know better. Ever since I opened this blogging thingy I have been the unfortunate recipient of frightful begging messages. They run from ex American soldiers in dire need of my financial help to illiterate notes from African solicitors wanting me to help them launder gazzillions of dollars (always U.S.) I would open these things up and have a good laugh but then I found out the laugh was on me. I was told if this stuff was opened, especially the web sites, I was running the risk of being hacked and my bank account evaporating. Well I 'm not an idiot so now I don't read the stories when they come. I miss them . There was always the opportunity for a laugh. Now I have to be all serious and responsible and delete them. I liked spam better when I thought it came out of a can.