Believe it or not, I have been so occupied by life lately, I have hardly had the time to read my favorite blogs, much less contribute to my own. When I HAVE gotten around to checking in on my faves, It takes me awhile just to catch up on all the posts I have missed. I really want to apologize to all of you for my lack of comments lately, but I assure you I am doing my level best to at least read your stuff.
I am cheating less and less with the cigarettes now, today being a day without even so much as a butt's worth of nicotine. I just might lick this thing, but I might have to add sleeping pills to the mix, as Chantix seems to be really screwing up my sleep patterns. To those other of you who are trying to kick this insidious addiction, I feel your pain, my friends, I really do.
I think I have discovered a dirty little secret about HD television. Last night, I noticed that a show that was advertised as being broadcast in HD seemed to be remarkably sharper and clearer than the other shows being broadcast on the digital channels. Now, although my new set has a digital receiver, it has only a 480i resolution, no different than the ancient analog set I replaced it with. But, I swear to Bob, that picture was as good, if not better, than what I have been seeing at Circuit City or Walmart on the large wide-screen LCDs and plasma TVs they were selling. OK, I have to admit that the picture probably ISN'T as good as 720 or 1080, but there's something about a cathode ray tube's ability to render shadows and color that I still think is far superior to LCD, or maybe even plasma. However flawed my perception might be, I am damn happy with this television, and at less than half the price of a small HD, at that.
The trees here at Pendragon Hold have decided it really IS spring, and are sprouting new, bright green growth accordingly, except for the two oaks in front, who are still being tentative about this weird weather. The plants in the shade garden are leaping out of the ground, and there should be enough growth of weed grass very shortly to start tying the goats out front again. The WIFE is getting ready to plant out the first two rows of her new terrace garden, and hopefully I can get that last third tier filled in shortly. I just wish WORK (argggggg) would get out of the way of what I want to do around here, which is, ironically.........WORK.....laugh....but at least it's MY work.
On a less than lighter note, I inadvertently caused grief and insult to a fellow blogger in one of my last posts for which I must accept some responsibility, if by no other reason, for not doing something as stupidly simple as dividing a paragraph so that I wouldn't attach one observation to another when the two were not meant to be linked. In the beginning of the paragraph I mentioned reading a blog that made a point to which I responded to, and then later in the same paragraph I made comments that were not meant to be applied to that same person. This is probably why I will never become an acclaimed author of anything written, as it seems I am not capable of what must be some basic rules of writing. There was even a "code" word that came out of an inside joke that I had completely forgotten about until she made reference to it in such a way that made it perfectly understandable why she would assume what I was meaning to say or who I was saying it about. Well, even though she misunderstood that paragraph and that subject, well, technically, it would have appeared to her to be an underhanded assault on her personally, and for that I am rather ashamed. She reacted in such a strong manner I am sure there is nothing I can say that would convince her otherwise, and I will accept her invitation never to grace her radar again, with much regret. If she should happen to come across this post, all I can offer is that I am truly sorry for the slipshod manner in which I tackled that subject which implicated her in a negative way, and I offer her the most sincere apology I can muster. I can only hope I have learned a valuable lesson and do not indulge in such literary laziness in the future.
Now that we know for sure that THE Michael can really screw up sometimes, you that always knew that can chuckle to yourselves and bask in his discomfort. In the meantime, those of you who truly know that he always means well, you can chuckle too.......I deserve it.