Seems no one is interested in ghost stories - not a single comment about my last post and a few paragraphs of my romance novel, Isabelle's Diary. Sigh. Why do I keep this damned blog going, it's no fun if not a single, solitary soul will add a comment.
Should I write about the lives lived by the elderly residents in a care home? Dull stuff really, although most of the old folk have had really interesting lives and only need a little encouragement to tell their stories or, at least part of their stories. When one has lived to be ninety, lived through wars and bombings and scarce food and concentration camps, there are enough tales to fill a book.
But to-day and tomorrow are for the young and middle aged and various degrees of aging and who has time for the old and infirm, and not so infirm? Damn it all, we still have our wits and enough physical activity to keep our bodies in reasonable shape.
Yike! That was a rant and I apologize. I am frustrated and keeping a silly blog is bad for my soul. What is more, I have arthritis in a couple of my typing fingers and they do dumb things when I type, like skipping up to 9 and sticking it in where it doesn't belong. Or j will dart in and mess up a word. You see what I am up against and no one leaves a comment to cheer me up.
Autumn weather has sneaked in and the sky was grey and overcast all day. Rain is forecast for the coming days and is welcome. We have had a nasty drought and the rivers are low and the salmon have to swim up stream to spawn. Time for good rains to fill the rivers and make the salmon happy. And us who eat them.
Have you seen any ghosts? Have you ever played with an Ouija board?
Must go and read one or two of Christopher Hitchen's essays to sharpen my wits. They have lain idle for too long. Remember to purchase one or two of my books.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
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