~~ Boy am I in a grumpy mood, didn’t start out that way but Sunday is pizza day and we discovered that our pizza place is closed today! WTH? Because it’s the 4th of July? Isn’t this a day when there might be even more people ordering multiple pizzas for their ‘holiday’ parties? I mean, not everyone has a backyard or does that whole cooking outside on an open fire thing. Plus – the ‘day off from work’ aspect has been moved to Monday – so will they be closed tomorrow too?
BTW – those are all rhetorical questions. My husband answers rhetorical questions, usually with “I don’t know” . Drives me up the effin’ wall and then I get all snippy (his description). I do not know why the hell this makes me so ‘snippy’ but it does. I’ve asked him to please not answer rhetorical questions, especially with “I don’t know”. Has he stopped doing that? Nooo. “Why do you do that” I ask him, non-rhetorically. His response? “I don’t know.”
~~ So – 4th of July. Some sort of federal holiday, something about independence? Declaration of independence? I don’t know…Nor do I care. I am not the least patriotic. The USA has nothing to say to me, I don’t identify with any of it, I’m not comfortable here, never have been. And just because I am Italian-American don’t think I have any attachment to Italy either. Of all the countries I would like to visit Italy is not even in my top ten. Actually I don’t think there are even ten countries I DO want to visit. But I am not thrilled about being here either.
~~ I love all things Oxo. Of course you can get most of the Oxo stuff on Amazon for less money. I don’t know how they manage that, I don’t care, it’s a few extra pennies in my pocket.
I love all things microfiber except sheets. Microfiber sheets are total crap. I do have microfiber undies and they are quite nice, but sheets? No.
Same with bamboo – a nice eco friendly ‘wood’. We had bamboo floors in the Philly house, lovely. I have all kinds of bamboo accessories – step stool, utensil organizer etc but bamboo fabric? Total crap.
~~ I’ve never been one for tags, or SEO (whatever the hell that is) or promoting my blogs, or blog stats and all that bloggy happy horse manure – but I haveta say I shall never use the tag ‘poetry’ again – all sorts of strange people come out of the woodwork, like a post, don’t comment and then, I hope, go quietly away. I feel invaded. I feel like strangers have been peeking in my windows.
I can live without likes and followers. And I only want comments from people who actually have something to add to the conversation. I want to hear from my friends, not strangers. How do strangers become friends? They comment on what I actually write instead of some generic bush-wah nonsense.
I’ve been commenting way less because, for some stupid reason, I still think people want to hear something besides “Nice post”. I’m wrong, you understand, and now so do I. Tho I admit, I did just comment “I enjoyed reading that.” I really did enjoy that particular post, I enjoy a lot of that person’s posts, but anything more than ‘I enjoyed this” is, I don’t know – out of line? Inappropriate? Falling into the ‘get your own blog’ category. Comments are funny things, aren’t they? A whole minefield to tiptoe through.
I could tag this most many ways – but I think I’ll use just one and I doubt anyone will be looking for it.