My July goal: post photos.
Write accompanying story in 200 words or less.
Grin, laugh, chortle, hiccup or sniff at your comments, but do not respond.
That is a biggie, my reader, as I always respond to comments, like it’s a religion or something.
It has always felt polite. I always think that we’re in the same room chatting. How could one not respond?
I might post every single day!
Or, maybe, every other day.
Or, maybe every three days.
Isn’t life glorious, offering so many lovely options?
I already wrote a post for tomorrow. It’s a love affair. OK, that’s a titillating tease. It’s about the Earth. Summer, winter, autumn and sweet spring.
Today I have been cleaning, oh dear, my reader, cleaning like a fiend! It’s all because a certain bright-eyed daughter and her boyfriend arrive on Friday. Visitors are wonderful because they force a good house-cleaning. Cherished visitors are even more wonderful.
Barry has not yet met Diaa, the boyfriend. I met him in NYC last year and could share the details except the word count sky-rockets toward 200 and…see you tomorrow, my sweets!