Yes ... I am still here

I am a ghost of a blogger these days. I am unable to form full sentences, I can only string together pieces of sentences; ideas ... images.

No real thinking going on here. My mind is in summer mode.

So last night I took the puppy dog for a long walk in the rain.

We've been going on some long walks lately. Trying to get to 5 miles. I'm close very close. 5 miles 2ce a day will be difficult, more likely on weekends, for now.

Last night I could have done 5, but settled on 4 because of the rain. By the time I arrived home after 4 miles in the rain I was pretty much a drown rat. I kid you not.

While I walked, I thought ...

The brain was thinking of snippets of things ... of course. No real thoughts. Only whispers of thought. Images. Lots of images. Wonderful, scary, exciting images.

It occurred to me, during my walk that women are the true thinkers of the species ... but we surround our thoughts with images and flowery language, in an attempt to have our thoughts more lovely and wonderful.

Then I thought about how women have a much greater handle on the English language. A woman could use at least 20 adjectives, pick them right off the top of her head to describe walking in the rain

...walking in the summer rain
...walking the husky dog on a rainy summer evening

cold
cool
refreshing
annoying
cleanly
makes everything sparkle
little droplets
trickling
clammy
dank
soaking
sodden
soggy
swishy
watery
wet
liberating

...and if I were an itty bitty shrunken person, I would be able to walk from here to there without a single droplet falling upon my head...but ohhhhh, if a single droplet should land on one so small, that would be the end of poor little me.

Then I thought about the audiobook I picked up from the library....

a book about seduction ... yeah, should be interesting, huh? HA! It just may be interesting if it were not so horribly written. grrrrr. Awful books piss me off.

Stupid women authors. We are the superior species, but damn it, some of us just should NOT write. I can't read most women authors ... they say things like ... "The adults were chagrin that she was far more adept at play..." and "They bantered jovially as they strove the sidewalk" BANTERED JOVIALLY? Who speaks like that ... damn that is awful stuff.

I just hope I'm not one of those type of women writers. ... but I'm not a writer so I guess I am safe.

Thought about my girl. My little one ... so sweet this week, so very well behaved

The oldest ... driving me insane with her smart mouth. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

A car drove by me and pulled over suddenly and 3 young men got out of the car. I could smell them from across the street. They smelled very young with entirely too much cologne. They were very young and hardly concerned about the husky girl and a drown rat ... but I imagined going over there and talking to them. What would I say? What would they say ... something about "git outta my way you drown rat"... I laughed when I thought of this but by now the boys were nearing their destination and as my mind wandered onto other things I heard some young girls screaming at their new guests. I assume it was a young persons party. Parents away on vacation, hmmmm? The screaming was the excited silly girl scream. My teeth rattled inside of my head. Oh, you silly young girls. Please do not scream like that - young men seriously do not appreciate such things. I wonder if I ever screamed like that?

Ewwww, disgusting thought. I do not believe my voice has ever been able to reach the pitch of those girls. Seriously, even now thinking about it rattles my brain. [shivers] Like nails scraping a blackboard. [shivers more].

I don't believe they still have blackboard in classrooms these days. I used to hate using chalk. I still can't pick up the stuff, makes me shiver. Yuck!



Can you write 20, 30, 50 adjectives to describe yourself. Would others agree with your choices?

Hmmmmmmm, next post (maybe).