Storms are a-coming, and other things I don't feel like writing about.

I can't think of anything to write, and it's been that way for several days.  It's not that I haven't had any 'ventures, it that I don't feel like writing about them. 

For example, I went to South Mountain State Park Tuesday (I think), on a hike up to the waterfalls.  Well, that's what it was billed as, but it turned out to be up to the waterfalls, up a steep hill past the waterfalls and way, way beyond.  It was just a tad more than a beginner's hike, but here I am, alive and well.  But I don't feel like writing about it.

Also for example, I have another blog "A Valdese Store" that is linked to this blog via Entre-Card, but one day it, along with the EC credits associated with it were nowhere to be found, Entre-Card wise.  I looked in the email associated with this blog & apparently EC's security had found something it didn't like (virus wise - again I use virus generically) on the blog, and severed the connection.  So I wrote them back and asked what do I do now?  I don't know if they've replied, because I haven't looked.  I suppose I should do that, but the  reason I haven't looked is because I don't really expect a reply. 

Another example is that some violent storms are headed our way.  I think they're around Texas/Louisiana/Mississippi right now, and expected to be in our neck of the woods Sunday or so.  They'll probably be hitting us from the south, and that's never good. 

I haven't written any sermons on the use of English lately - maybe I could do that.  I find it a lot of fun to write about stuff I really don't know about, and sound authoritarian while doing it.  I was explaining to MP about Ukrainian Chili the other day, but I made it all up.  I was channeling Cliff Clavin.  Anyway maybe I could tackle "affect vs effect", or perhaps "it's vs its", if I haven't already.

Or I could write about the regionalism/dialect I grew up with as a child in Eastern Kentucky.  The one that enabled me to read Huckleberry Finn at age 11 without missing a beat.  I didn't talk like that, but my grandparents did, or very close to it, and I understood it.  I absolutely undertood it. I've  already covered haint & hit & right smart and lots of other stuff already.  So I'd have to think about it.  It's something I "might could" do.

I could make a bunch of stupid social observations.  Like no matter how cool, or famous, or smart or popular or intelligent or powerful or well known or cult-like someone is, they all tend to sit in chairs of some sort.

Maybe a stuff around the house picture.  I haven't done that in awhile.

This blog was originally going to be a lot more about Valdese, NC that it has turned out to be.  Maybe I could get back to my original intentions.  Or not.

I don't know.  I just don't feel like writing anything right now.