Time For A Change

Well well well, look who’s coming to beg the voices to take the wheel as your blog goes off a cliff. Well, we’re not ones to look a gift laptop in the keys. Step aside bucco, we got this.

It’s a good thing we’re in control. If you ask us…I know, you didn’t ask us, but if you had, we’d tell you that this blog needs help. Our help. You’re all over the map. Rants, stories from the bar, doors, churches, women of faith, women of science, more doors and baseball – thank goodness that’s over. Well, over for your Pirates, anyway. Oh sure, there’s always next year. Except for John Farrell. Two times stopping the elevator at the first floor and he’s gone.

Anyway, we’ve been thinking that what this blog needs is some consistency. We think the days of “Random Thoughts” should be behind us. Pick a theme, stick with it and give us more keyboard time. We know all about SEO, keywords, and all that junk that builds followers, pumps up the view count and gets this thing noticed. Pretty soon, we can start laying in some ads and making money. Sure, you might lose a few readers, but you…

What?

You like this place the way it is?

You don’t want to “bother” your readers with ads and pop-ups. Even if it means growth? …even – if – it – means – growth. Ooooookay.

What?

You’re, you’re cutting us off? You’re going to finish this post?

That didn’t go well.

This post was part of Linda G. Hill’s wonderfully fun blog series, Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Each week, Linda gives us a prompt and we write with little planning and no edits. I tried to turn the task over to the normally sequestered voices in my head. Their prompt was:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “well.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!

Well, they headed off in the wrong direction. A little absolute power corrupting as it is wont to do. That’s OK, I wanted to give you a break, since, due to the Cherished Blogfest (which you can still join) this is the fourth post in four days. I’m taking tomorrow off, as usual, and despite the voices’ objections.

The photos in the gallery are a random mix from the past week. Appropriate, wouldn’t you say?

“I’m foraging, but if you wanted to give me a nut, I’d be OK with that.”

Looks a little like zombie-brain-Parmesan. It seems to be eating a pine cone.

“Where’s Baby?” Apparently, forgetting that you have a child in the car, is a thing.

“Thanks!”

Autumn is happening. Not much color but the sun is streaming through.

These guys had stopped traffic for a few minutes.

Mornings are now dark to the point that I need to turn that lamp on in my office. I do like the shadows.

If you look close, there’s a little fall color in there.

This growth is new.

I like it when I capture headlight and taillight streaks.

“I think a squirrel is heading over here. I hope you brought nuts, ‘cuz I don’t want to get up.”

Sunrise is starting