Sunday, June 21, 2009
I'm Running Away From Home
Why? I'm in search of dry land and no rain for a few weeks. This rain every day is getting to the point of ridiculousness. Is that a word? If not, it is now. Actually, yesterday was a nice day. And I'm glad it was because we went to the annual festival at a local church. We aren't members; we aren't even of the same faith. We go for the ethnic food. And I always end up eating more than I should. Then again, had it rained I wouldn't have gone and therefore I wouldn't have eaten so much food. Did I hear someone ask what kind of food it is? Ukrainian. My husband's half Russian. Don't ask which half because I haven't figured that out yet.
Not much to write about these days since my brain is saturated from all the rain. And since my driver is at the bottom of the barrel, I can't even brag on him. I can only imagine how badly he feels and until his car starts getting better, he will be kicking himself from here to there. No wonder he is down in the dumps most of the time. I'm right down there with him.
Something weird has been going on with my blog. I keep tabs of how many hits I get in a 24 hour period by using the counter figures. Normally I would get 15 to 20 hits some days during the week and maybe 8 to 10 on weekends. For the past ten days, my daily hits have jumped to 50 and beyond including weekends. I have no idea why they are so high (well, 50 plus is high to me). Checking further it seems most of them come via Google. Makes me really wonder just what the heck they are Googling to find their way to my blog. The only thing I can think of is it must be the rain. No? Anyone have any ideas? What frustrates me the most is if I actually have that many hits, why isn't anyone leaving comments?
So today is Fathers Day. Happy Fathers Day to all you fathers out there. My father is gone. My husband's father is gone. We don't celebrate the day anymore. My husband will be with his son and grandson most of the day. Grandson is going to camp. I will stay home for a little quiet and solitude. That's a weird sentence. Hey, it's 1:15 AM and I am not responsible for what I write this time of the night.
Have a good day and I will talk to you later!
