Apr 18
Before I decided to become a word-hermit, I was a big walker. Most mornings found me on the Ravenel Bridge, schlepping to Mount Pleasant and back. Five-plus miles. A sort-of mountain climb. Sea breeze. If I was really lucky, porpoises.
Frustration. It's been in the air for a while now all over the Great Blogosphere. In private, I've felt it myself. But when some of my favorite writers started expressing their own agonies, I decided to write this post. I hope it will give you a massive confidence bump.
Yesterday, I took a trip to a spa. You know, a spa? Where it is supposed to be all peace and quiet and zen and flute music and bought-and-paid-for pampering?
Yeah. That's what I THOUGHT it was supposed to be, too.
I guess the lady in the waiting area didn't think so. She was yammering away on her cell phone while I sat still and tried to deep breathe. It was hard to refrain from taking her phone away from her and beating her to a freaking pulp with it.
Another post that will qualify for the Laziest Blogger of All Time Award.........
Several people forgot my birthday. I'm not mad about it. But, when a couple of them mentioned it to me, they blamed Facebook for not reminding them. (Incidentally, I removed my birthday from every public service several months ago when I got the word that my social security number was stolen in the hack on the idiotic State Government of South Carolina. But, that is another story for a day when I don't feel fuzzy.)
In the pit of my soul, I am a geek. I joined Facebook before anyone in my age bracket. I was one of the first 50 people in my area to have a Twitter handle. Before Instagram revealed its dastardly intentions with my pictures, I had a decent following. On Google+, I am a popular female.
Because many of my readers do not keep up with the goings-on of social media sites, I believe a post on Facebook is in order.
Click the numbered link below to circle me on Google+.
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