Its All About Me-The End

Saying for the day- One can get too organized.

This is “ all about me” and I am bored. There is now too much organization in my blogging. I know everyday what I am going to do, in general. There are no surprises. On Monday I beg. On Tuesday I share my Finnish heritage. On Wednesday there is a forward from Ralph. On Thursday you get this little bit of me. On Friday there is the contest. On Saturday pictures. On Sunday I preach a little. Everything in order. There are no surprises. There are no bombs ( except for the quality of the writing). In all honesty it is ceasing to be fun.
This is the point where the blogger says so I am going to take a month off from blogging and try to find myself. I may or may not be back.
But I happen to like blogging and then there is that golden keyboard. It is just the straight jacket that I have locked myself into that I don’t like. So starting in September I am going to reinvent this blog. There will be a new logo. There will be no more assigned days ( or then again there might be one or two). I might even let you vote on what I should keep.
I might let Petrovich’s prophecies of doom come true and wipe out Pigeon Falls. Then again I might not. I have no desire to straight jacket the future.
But this I know sweeping change is coming.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and a scandal brews-Poor Polly Stir has worked so hard at getting to be Pigeon Queen. She has even been nice to people that nobody is nice to it. But yesterday Bob Anderson, a high school student said that he found a picture of her on the internet wearing nothing but a smile. He then printed it out and has been showing it around town. It does look like her. Of course Pigeon Falls can not have a Pigeon Queen who posts nude pictures. If it really is her then all her hard work is for naught. She has to meet with the judges tonight and you can be sure that the picture will be one of the things they ask about. Tommy UK has asked to meet with the judges as well. He says he has information that will be helpful.
Petrovich says there is a driblet for this as well and it may be an omen of impending doom for Pigeon Falls. Of course, no one is listening to him. He is like the boy who has cried wolf too often. But he persists. He keeps up his website. He translates the driblets. He believes that the writings of the old Russian seer are true prophecies. He is sure that in some way Pigeon Falls is the “city of birds” in the prophecies. After all there are White Rabbits and dragons and yellow roads. Like the pieces of a great jig saw puzzle Petrovich sees them all coming together.
Can Tommy save Polly? Does she have any chance? Are those really pictures of her? Is Petrovich right this time? Will we ever know if Tommy is really the Undertaker’s Kid?
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Another hard breathing day. well the first half wasn't but the second half was. I did watch my soaps. I played some computer games. I napped. Betty and Pennie took the dog to the Vets to get the stitches out.Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA