Tried to block the troll, who spent over an hour on my blog today but has yet to start blogging again herself, but it wouldn’t work. Maybe that’s a good thing, though, for to block her is to acknowledge her existence, and she’d only get a friend to help her override the block anyway.

Still, her views are picking up in frequency and I worry she’ll go from merely being a peeping Tom to a genuine nuisance again. If there is any good in my tracking subscription expiring in June and not being worth paying to renew, it’s that old adage about ignorance being bliss. In some ways, this is very true. :)

I wish Thoughts had the “whisper” feature MO has so I could make certain sentences or paragraphs private that I’d prefer to keep private so I didn’t have to make the entire entry private. I guess in this case I’ll just let it all be seen. Didn’t want her reading my thoughts on her (that’s a form of acknowledgment, isn’t it?) but I also don’t want to feel held back from speaking my mind in my own journal either. I suppose I could make this entry ‘friends only’. But yeah, Thoughts needs to come up with that, a handy archive, a working search feature, and a way to allow for anonymous comments so people who don’t want to sign up can still leave comments.

Anyway, I went ahead and blocked the troll’s accounts here, figuring it’s only a matter of time before the unwanted contact starts up again. All the sites I use that she knows about shouldn’t be Googlable with the way I have them set up, and she shouldn’t be able to contact me there either. The only place I could be contacted is on Twitter (which I’m considering deactivating since I so rarely use it) but I wouldn’t know it cuz I never remember to check for tweets from those I’m not following. You have to be a friend of a friend’s in order to message or friend me on Facebook, so that doesn’t leave much else. Hopefully, though, she has nothing to say to me anyway. And, until and if she returns to her old online behavior, kudos to her, Mrs. M, or whoever/whatever has had her so well-behaved lately. I’m impressed. Really I am. :) Let’s hope she keeps breaking records!

Later…

My friend Paul (who sometimes goes by Mitch) is so funny at times. I guess the poor guy got bit by a dog and hit his finger with a mallet all in the same day, along with other shit. He said he’d be E flat demented if he were a musical chord, LOL. Hey, I’m Z sharp-minded!

I thought that the spotting was going to stop yesterday but it’s still going on. It’s been a week now. Is it ever going to stop?

Nothing from Nane today. I guess she’s still busy with the paperwork and the bedroom renovation. I dreamt I told her of the old “No Postage Necessary” game Andy and I used to play. I told her for real in a message and ended up making it a dream premonition, LOL.

I’m getting tired of finding bees and wasps in a couple of the windows here. Tom sprayed but it didn’t seem to help. When I got up at 5pm it was to find a pile of ants on the kitchen table. Definitely going to have to get better spray, though we’re about to go from being in shorts with the fans on and the windows open, to being bundled up against the cold rain for the next few days. Therefore, the windows won’t be open.

Andy says I complain too much. Yeah, maybe so, but if it’s worth complaining about, so what if it’s a little or a lot? Like the fact that lately, I’m noticing tweets on my Twitter timeline from people I’m not even following. They’re mostly from verified accounts of some sort.

Later…

Where I should be working on stories no one seems to want to buy, reading, working out, or cleaning, it seems all I want to do is blog.

I have failed many things in life but am looking forward to what the future may hold. For what seemed like forever, there was no future that I could see. Things only seemed bleak and hopeless. I may continue to be denied many things I’d like to have in life, but I do enjoy what I am “allowed” to indulge in. Sometimes it’s those little things that matter more than the big things. Big things of a positive kind are always nice, but sometimes just knowing I have little things to look forward to makes me all the more glad we survived the storm. After the storm, you tend to appreciate the little things more and in some ways, they become big things. A kiss from my husband. The sound of the rain pitter-pattering on the roof. A message from my cyber GF. A compliment on my writing. Sunlight streaming through the window, casting intricate patterns on the carpet. A stick of bubble gum. A stick of patchouli incense. A hopeless wish that a rattlesnake would crawl up from underneath our old house in the desert and forever silence the landlord’s dogs up the hill, even if he would only go out and get two new dogs that very day.

Thought I heard a cat meowing close by when I was in the bathroom. There are cats that hang around here. We’ve seen them. I just don’t know if they’re stray cats or if they belong to someone.

I miss having a pet, though cats aren’t usually my first choice. Even if you get them declawed they still scratch you with their back claws and are even harder to keep out of things than rats. Rats can really get around, don’t get me wrong. Especially when they’re young and thin. They climb drapes and can be found everywhere and anywhere when you let them loose until you train them. But cats jump much higher than rats and are great at jumping on counters, tables and other furniture, knocking shit around and not giving a shit when you yell at them for it. But cats still aren’t all bad.

Although I hate barking, a dog still appeals to me for several reasons and I like the fact that they live a helluva lot longer than rats. I just don’t know if I’d want a small, medium or large dog. Since I would want it as a household pet, for the most part, I guess I’d go with a small one.

Many years ago back in Arizona, one of Tom’s family members got us a parakeet for Christmas. I thought it was really cool at first. The next day I stormed out of bed and told Tom that if they ever got us any such thing ever again he would learn what it was like to stand in the middle of a hailstorm of feathers. No offense to bird lovers out there! :)

I guess I’ll go try to resurrect “Bunny Nose.” I’ll have to read back on the last few chapters, though, since it’s been a while since I worked on that story.