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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes. ~William Davis

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I have to confess something to you today.
I am tired of this blog.
I am tired of the Mighty Walking Wizard.
I am tired of my sidebar.
I am tired of today’s everything-link, saying, or picture.
I am tired of the blah logo.
I am tired oif being locked in.
Monday is me
Every other Tuesday is Portrait of Words
Every Thursday is Quilly’s words
Every Friday is Flash 55
Every Saturday is Raven’s words.
Every Sunday a little sermon.
There is no freedom to be crazy.
To do anything that comes into my muddled mind.
I am tired of the blog.
So as I look at it I have some choices.

1. I can say Amen. Close it up and shut it down. I have seen blogs do that, good blogs. They were better blogs than mine. Now they are gone and there is no trace of them.

2. I can take an extended vacation with the possibility of never coming back. The blog, however remains, like a ghost town on the net. Lots of those out there.

3. I can just blog now and then when the mood strikes me. My old friend Catch is doing that.

4. I can take a measured vacation with announcement of a return date. The folks at Friends of the Reston Library are doing that.

OR

5. I can houseclean. I can throw things out. Change the logo. Change the sidebar. Get rid of the Wizard. Throw out the today’s. Spin Pigeon Falls off into a blog of its own. Throw out my schedule. Write what I want when I want.

For the moment I’m leaning toward number 5.
But we will see.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Poor Tommy UK. He keeps having the same dream over and over. He is held by his birth mother. She is rocking him and singing to him but he can’t see her face. He tries but it is as if she wants to hide it. When he caches a glimpse it looks familiar but he doesn’t see her clearly enough to identify her. But there is something about the voice and the sound.
So Tommy went to Pastor Joan this morning and told her how troubling the dream was. She told him to be careful. Dreams are not reality. He might see in the dream somebody he knows like Nancy , his adoptive mother, or even Mrs. Trumble. But that wouldn’t make them his birth mother. The song might be a real memory but the voice could just as easily belong to somebody he sees every day like a school teacher. This was not at all what Tommy wanted to hear. It was not good news.
So he went to see Eino. If he thought Pastor Joan was disappointing Eino was even more so. Eino told him you couldn’t trust dreams at all. They were not rational. They were images created by the mind and it was very doubtful, according to Eino, that they touched on reality at all.
When Tammy found him sitting in the boat house he was almost despondent. She told him to ignore Pastor Joan and Eino. It was his dream and he had to decide if it was real or not. She felt in his heart he would know.

Wrap UP

Sorry about this post. I was feeling a bit down this morning. But I have spent part of the day thinking of changes to make this more fun and that in itself was fun. Then Betty decided I should go with her and Pennie to see Harry Potter and I did. That's when I understood that it wasn't the blog that was the problem it was that between the rough breathing days and things that were going on here I've only been getting out on Sunday. I had a summer version of cabin fever. By the way if your going to the Potter movie reread the book first because the movie is a bit disjointed. So many of you wrote such kind comments I am overwhelmed. Life is good. But now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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