I’m gun-shy this morning.
I got into trouble last night.
It was with my blog carrier for “sensitive material.”
Hey, I’m a good Jo, and I still believe in free speech, but I overstepped their specifications, and they placed a warning on my blog.
I wasn’t sure which statement set off their bot. I repeated information that wasn’t true, but I specified that it wasn’t, and it had tickled me before it went away.
It wasn't the carrier who took it offline. It was me.
For those who read yesterday's post, April 29, I would appreciate any comments. Were you shocked, offended, disagreed, or agreed?
I know readers are reticent to comment on this blog; either it’s hard to do, or they are afraid I will snatch their email. I don’t know, I am just happy all you guys show up💖💗 and whether people put in likes or not doesn’t matter as long as they read my material. I appreciate your time in reading this.💗 I know you have many choices, so that you choose to look at these words warms my cockles. Thank you.💗💗💗💗💗
I am sure the powers that be didn’t object when I got off topic at the end of my post and talked about buying topsoil for the area in our backyard where the grass isn’t growing.
It struck me as my daughter was throwing the bags of dirt over the temporary fence I bought to keep the dogs off my intended new lawn, that our great-grandparents would exclaim, “Buying dirt in bags?! What in the world is the world coming to?”
What if they heard that in the 2000s, we would be buying water, and what about $5.00 cups of coffee?
See how we ease into such things, and soon they become commonplace? We adjust.
The area I am talking about is under the Maple tree where the roots are growing up through the ground. After the leaves covered the ground last fall, the rains came and added to the the lawn's demise.
Now we have a large patch of bare ground.
I love that Maple tree. It is beautiful in the summer and provides delightfully calming shade—do you bask in shade? (When it is hot enough, we do.)
But can I convince the birds to leave some seeds to germinate, the seeds to sprout, and grass to grow where we once had a lawn?
We’ll see.
This is our life, folks: conditions change, we have at-home challenges, we have world challenges, and here we are trying to find joy in a chaotic world.
It’s probably not all that much different from earlier times.
At least we have indoor plumbing.
