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Dinged inconvenient

I’ve been told that one of my great grandfather’s favorite sayings was, “It’s no disgrace to be poor, but it’s dinged inconvenient.”

He was a preacher man, and very devout, so “dinged” was the closest he would get to cursing, but you know what he meant.

He died long before I was born, so I’ve only heard stories about him. I’m sure he was quite a character. A churchy person not getting stomped to bits (rhetorically) in a family full of artists, architects and hard-nosed business types would take a lot of conviction and a powerful personality. My father said I got half my looks and most of my stubbornness from him. I wish I knew more.

I just thought of him because I’m poor right now. It’s not life-threatening, at the moment, but it certainly is tiresome. Or as Papa Boussard would say, dinged inconvenient.

Missed shots

I’m out of AA batteries for the digital camera. Normally, I carry it around with me everywhere I go, but not today, and I’m frustrated about it. I just saw a very tall old man cautiously walking the smallest Chihuahua I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t a puppy, but it was so tiny that if the fellow put his foot down wrong… no more dog.

That smiling, kindly-looking old man, leading a sour-faced little rat on a string could have been a very amusing photo. But I didn’t have the camera with me. Sigh.

Who really blogs for dollars?

I’ve been browsing around reading blogs (shouldn’t do that, it’s like crack) and I’ve noticed there seem to be an AWFUL lot of blogs about blogging. Or how to make money blogging. It also seems that the only people making money blogging are writing about HOW to make money blogging. It just doesn’t make any sense. Or maybe it does. I don’t want to think about it.

No candy

I could REALLY use some chocolate right about now, but I don’t have leftover trick-or-treat candy. None, zero, zilch, nada. It’s my own darn fault for not buying any in the first place, but it would have been transparently for my own benefit. There aren’t many kids in the trick-or-treating age bracket in my neighborhood.

It’s a thorough disgrace… the closest I got to decorating for Halloween this year was making the place look scary and deserted by slacking on the yard work.

I suppose I’ll just have to put up scary Christmas decorations to make up for it.