Although I've made it (mostly) through this part of the pandemic without too much angst, I've found myself brought down by my chronic photo issues. It makes me wonder if the frustration is worth it; I do love blogging, but I'm exhausted at the thought of moving my blog, and am relatively certain that the picture issue will re-surface if I stay here. I haven't heard anything from typepad, although it looks like many of the disappeared photos have returned. Have they permanently fixed the problem? Doubtful. I think they're clearing their cache post by post, but probably have no idea what's causing it to happen in the first place. During all these lonely days on my own during this semi-isolation, I've had this site to write on; it's given me a lot of comfort and pleasure. Yet now I'm feeling unsure whether I should keep going. Will it just make me more disappointed or worse, angry?
The weather has certainly been disappointing too, although I didn't need to open my umbrella today on my walk. It did drizzle a little, not enough to qualify as rain to a Washingtonian. ;) Since I admittedly enjoy an occasional brassiere buster Regency romance, I decided to give "Bridgerton" a try on Netflix. How many more ways can I be disappointed? It's beautifully costumed drivel with cheesy dialogue and marginal acting--a steamy mix of Downton Abbey and 50 Shades of Grey. (which I've never seen or read!) Then John and I watched the film "The Midnight Sky" yesterday; I should have loved it since it combines several of my favorite genres, yet the story didn't hang together and I predicted most of the plot as though I had written the script myself. If you're a Star Trek fan, I knew who the "red shirt" was going to be, and I also saw the plot twist coming. So, once again, disappointment.
At least my lawn isn't as disappointing as my neighbor's. Every year he replants it, but then lets it get too dry in the summer which you can't do with new lawn. He doesn't fertilize it at all, or one time he dumped too much on and killed it off completely. Sometimes I feel like I should give him some advice, which I could call "Green Grass 101." Right now, he's growing moss. :(
I'm ending my post with my cat who is never disappointed when she can climb into my lap. I need to be more cat-like and focus on the small joys, difficult to do during a pandemic that just drags ON and ON. (and ON) As an aside, there should be three photos here; they are all silly ones, unlike some I post that are very important to me. (like family ones) You shouldn't have to click on a link to access them, and the pictures shouldn't come through sideways or upside down. I don't hold out much hope that they'll stay in the post, but at least when they get lost in the typepad cache, it'll be no great loss. Sigh.
