Sunday, June 23
Since we’re in bear country, I’m not using my little, folding charcoal grill. This noon I roll chicken tenderloins in Mrs. Dash’s onion and herb mix and put them in the fry pan. It might not be any better keeping bears from smelling food, seeing as I vent the Best Little Trailer whenever I use the propane stove. All that cooking-chicken aroma goes right out the ceiling fan. Oh well, I hope there aren’t any hungry bears downwind. The chicken sure tastes good.
This wildflower is popping out all over.
I didn’t take many photos today.
These are a few pictures from this morning. The crew and I walk in the sunshine to warm up from the early morning chill. It must’ve dropped into the mid-30s last night, the coldest we’ve had it up here at 8,975 feet. That’s the price to pay for perfect daytime temperatures! I can hardly complain.
I like sleeping in flannel pajamas in late June.
I’m still trying to regain my strength and stamina. The body aches are practically gone, my lymph glands are no longer sore, and I have a good appetite. (I don’t think I’ll ever lose my appetite!) I just need to take it easy. I’m sleeping a lot. So please forgive this unimaginative, uninspired blog post where, as you’re about to read, my emotions run unchecked.
The light on the creek sends sparkles through the aspens.
A blogger’s wish . . .
I’ve fallen behind in some of my blog reading. So I go over to see what one of my favorite bloggers has written lately. As I’m catching up on past posts, I see that this blogger has set me up for criticism. That’s bad enough. Then the bunch of rattlesnakes who comment frequently on his blog (I’ve been the brunt of their remarks before) jumped on the opportunity to snipe at me.
I admit I’m hurt to find that included in that group is a person I considered a cyber-friend. This is someone I’ve met in person and praised online. This person has been in my home!
I realize my blog posts and comments section aren’t on the level of Socratic discourse.
I think I ought to be able to present a topic for discussion without being attacked. I mean, do these other folks lack the reading comprehension to understand that the title, “Horrendous behavior or just a man having fun with his kids?” is not judgmental? It and the accompanying post presents both sides of an issue. I’m thankful for the vast majority of my readers who are intelligent, kind, and can READ!
The following is an edited version of a comment I wrote recently.
You know what I wish? I wish being a blogger was like joining a special club. Not a snooty club, but one that any blogger can join regardless of skill or talent, and once joined, the blogger could count on encouragement and support.
We would revel in each other’s success and reach out when a fellow blogger is hurt by life or by cruel comments. We’d share ideas about how to handle confusing technology, how to increase readership or even make money on our blogs, how to manage the unique problems of blogging, etc.
A spirit of camaraderie would prevail.
No one would write posts with veiled barbs or outright insults. No one would encourage conversations in his or her comment sections that belittle another blogger. No one would find themselves reacting defensively and negatively, as I have done here, perpetuating the cycle of competition and hurt.
Imagine if all of us were as the leaves of the aspen. . . gentle hearts with light shining through.
That’s my wish. I guess it goes in the same, old, dusty file as world peace.
Y’all take care. I apologize to my kind and loving readers. Now that I’ve had my say, I’m going to bed.
rvsue
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Roku 3 Streaming Player
iBikeConsole iPhone Shock-Protected Bicycle Holder Mount
THE CRUSHER Aluminum Can Compactor
Born to Play: My Life in the Game
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Sunday, June 23
Since we’re in bear country, I’m not using my little, folding charcoal grill. This noon I roll chicken tenderloins in Mrs. Dash’s onion and herb mix and put them in the fry pan. It might not be any better keeping bears from smelling food, seeing as I vent the Best Little Trailer whenever I use the propane stove. All that cooking-chicken aroma goes right out the ceiling fan. Oh well, I hope there aren’t any hungry bears downwind. The chicken sure tastes good.
This wildflower is popping out all over.
I didn’t take many photos today.
These are a few pictures from this morning. The crew and I walk in the sunshine to warm up from the early morning chill. It must’ve dropped into the mid-30s last night, the coldest we’ve had it up here at 8,975 feet. That’s the price to pay for perfect daytime temperatures! I can hardly complain.
I like sleeping in flannel pajamas in late June.
I’m still trying to regain my strength and stamina. The body aches are practically gone, my lymph glands are no longer sore, and I have a good appetite. (I don’t think I’ll ever lose my appetite!) I just need to take it easy. I’m sleeping a lot. So please forgive this unimaginative, uninspired blog post where, as you’re about to read, my emotions run unchecked.
The light on the creek sends sparkles through the aspens.
A blogger’s wish . . .
I’ve fallen behind in some of my blog reading. So I go over to see what one of my favorite bloggers has written lately. As I’m catching up on past posts, I see that this blogger has set me up for criticism. That’s bad enough. Then the bunch of rattlesnakes who comment frequently on his blog (I’ve been the brunt of their remarks before) jumped on the opportunity to snipe at me.
I admit I’m hurt to find that included in that group is a person I considered a cyber-friend. This is someone I’ve met in person and praised online. This person has been in my home!
I realize my blog posts and comments section aren’t on the level of Socratic discourse.
I think I ought to be able to present a topic for discussion without being attacked. I mean, do these other folks lack the reading comprehension to understand that the title, “Horrendous behavior or just a man having fun with his kids?” is not judgmental? It and the accompanying post presents both sides of an issue. I’m thankful for the vast majority of my readers who are intelligent, kind, and can READ!
The following is an edited version of a comment I wrote recently.
You know what I wish? I wish being a blogger was like joining a special club. Not a snooty club, but one that any blogger can join regardless of skill or talent, and once joined, the blogger could count on encouragement and support.
We would revel in each other’s success and reach out when a fellow blogger is hurt by life or by cruel comments. We’d share ideas about how to handle confusing technology, how to increase readership or even make money on our blogs, how to manage the unique problems of blogging, etc.
A spirit of camaraderie would prevail.
No one would write posts with veiled barbs or outright insults. No one would encourage conversations in his or her comment sections that belittle another blogger. No one would find themselves reacting defensively and negatively, as I have done here, perpetuating the cycle of competition and hurt.
Imagine if all of us were as the leaves of the aspen. . . gentle hearts with light shining through.
That’s my wish. I guess it goes in the same, old, dusty file as world peace.
Y’all take care. I apologize to my kind and loving readers. Now that I’ve had my say, I’m going to bed.
rvsue
A big THANK YOU for every purchase, large or small, made through my blog! Here’s a look at what readers have bought from Amazon through my blog.
iBikeConsole iPhone Shock-Protected Bicycle Holder Mount
THE CRUSHER Aluminum Can Compactor
Born to Play: My Life in the Game
Kindle Fire HD 8.9″ 4G LTE Wireless-Band Wi-Fi, 32 GB