I used to read the blog of a woman in her sixties who lived on the North West coast of the USA. She wrote about her daily life, and her reflections on it. Her posts were short and simple. Some were thought provoking, and some amusing, and I enjoyed them. She and I seemed to have a lot in common, even though her religion and politics were different from mine. Then she began to devote the majority of her posts to her political views - with which I profoundly disagreed - and I stopped reading.
Last January, when the Israelis were bombing Gaza, I was so upset by it, that I spent the duration of the war - all of January - protesting about it on my blog. My readership multiplied exponentially, but I suspected that a lot of my regular readers deserted me. ( I have no way of knowing this.)
Sometimes, I think I should be writing on here every day about the things that I feel passionately about. But then it would be a different kind of blog. And humour and friendliness cheer people up, which I really do feel is a valid occupation. So for the present, I shall be restricting my political posts to occasional rants on the plight of the Palestinians, and rare snipes at our mendacious and duplicitous ex-Prime Minister.
And the photo at the top of this post? It is my big sister, Kath, feeding her pet lamb, Lucy, circa 1955, and I have put it on here because I like the photo, and I love Kath (and it’s my blog and I can do what I want. Am I in a weird mood, today? Probably.)
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I definitely look for reading material full of "humor and friendliness" that will cheer me up. Maintaining my health depends upon a positive attitude. I can't afford the omniscient point of view too often. I am also looking for a new perspective on life that will help me in my own life. Whenever I get upset about anything, political, religious, family (the worst for me) I rant and rave about it to my husband (which he loves...haha), get it all off my chest and feel better, but now he is full of anger because he has felt my pain, heard my passions, and it has more than likely shocked him that these horrific things can be going on in my mind. So he'll say to me "What do you want to DO about it?" That is the worst part of the conversation then because what can be done is usually nothing, even though we both want to fix IT. Then I feel foolish for even bringing it up. Thank you for the picture of your sister with her pet lamb...I hope it didn't become dinner at some point? (My mind has gone back to a story my husband told me about his mother's pet lamb in Holland.)
Thanks for sharing this with us, Ruth. Sadly - yes - we were farmers, so the lamb did end up as someone's dinner, and for 20 years, Kath (who is NOT a soppy person like me) wouldn't eat lamb. I think she is over it now.
Well, as you said, it's your blog and you can do exactly as you wish on and with it! Hopefully you won't be graded on the number of followers you have.
I love the photo too - and I can never eat lamb, just because. (Or rabbit, for that matter.)
I can't eat rabbit, either, Marilyn.
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