Cue Frank Sinatra... and now the end is near

OK, I've come to the end of my patience,

I can no longer put up with the continual spam and phishing emails

that blogging attracts like cockroaches,

because that's what these 'people' and bots are.

Their unintelligible garbled messages never reach our pages

because they are caught in the blogger's 'Awaiting Moderation' files,

but that's not the point.

The point is... that people like myself who don't post as often as we used to,

and return to post only sporadically,

leave our site open, in more ways than one.

It's sad that ordinary people aren't able to just reach out and share now and then

without the constant worry of 'is my site safe?'

To the people who are still posting regularly, fantastic, keep going,

but I really don't need this unease every time an email shows it's 'Anonymous'

even though I only ever open them in blogger

never in my emails!

So I need to either close completely

or find out how to allow only certain people to view,

probably the former.

So I'll say

and

   

APRIL THE 1st

               Anatidaephobia is defined as a pervasive, irrational fear that one is being watched by a duck.     The anatidaephobic person fears that no matter where they are or what they are doing, a duck watches.

Anatidaephobia is derived from the Greek word "anatidae", meaning ducks, geese or swans and "phobos" meaning fear.

# April Fools Day True or False?

Mothering Sunday

For all the mothers who are no longer with us

 photo by Antanus Sutkus

The feelings that hurt the most, the emotions that sting most,

are those that are absurd;

the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible;

nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been;

regret over not being someone else;

dissatisfaction with the world's existence.

All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create in us a painful landscape,

an eternal sunset of what we are.

Fernando Pessoa - Book of Disquiet
Photo - Mira Nedyalkova

One Year and six days later...

It's been one year and 6 days since the last post of this blog, although anyone reading the last post... 'well it is nearly Christmas' could be forgiven for thinking this just follows on from there, but the last post was dated the 3rd of December 2016, and today it's the 6th of January 2018.

Shortly after the last post my mother was taken ill and I was with her until she died on December 30th.

It was the ending of shall we say, not exactly a good year.     

February started with my broken leg The last days of February   in March our dog died, in April I was diagnosed with skin cancer, in June our God daughter's fiancé was killed, then her father, our friend, was diagnosed with cancer, and December brought my mother's death which brought responsibilities... the funeral wasn't until February... the house sale and dealing with solicitors dragged on until September.

Blogging seemed irrelevant... instagram on the other hand, with it's quick easy, post a photo and a couple of words style seemed to suit the mood of 2017 and it's easier for me, perhaps for a lot of other bloggers as well, as several blogs I'd read have stopped.

But somebody sent a message to an old post and out of interest I arrived back here today, just to have a look and was surprised to find people have been continually visiting this site. I'd known there were readers of my drivel out there (even though they didn't comment) as views came from all over the world, but having stopped posting for over a year I thought they'd have given up by now...

Is blogging dead?       

     

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Credits for all pictures can be found by clicking the relevant photo on my tumblr: https://thewoollydog.tumblr.com/

Shh...

You are

a secret

the world

will inevitably find out.

No one

can keep

a secret

this good.

Lauren Eden - of yesteryear

                        

When I saw you...

When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

William Shakespeare

I'm looking for answers from the great beyond...

                         

I'm breaking through

I'm bending spoons

I'm keeping flowers in full bloom

I'm looking for answers from the great beyond

Howl...

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

Photo - human_edge Lyrics - Florence and the machine - howl, from the album Lungs

                       

Aya Kobayashi...

The pretty water colour images of Aya Kobayashi are like sugared almonds...

                   

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Credits for all pictures can be found by clicking the relevant photo on my tumblr: https://thewoollydog.tumblr.com/