Last night when I let Duckie out and stood on the step, a large animal could be heard moving through the dry cattails back by the dugout. Absolutely nothing was visible because the moon was blocked by clouds. Do you think that damn chihuahua, My Great Protector, would come back when I called him to safety? Hell no; whatever was out there, he was barking and getting between me and it. My guess: probably a moose. Thank goodness they don’t eat dogs.
We’ve been getting scam emails from a pathetic dweeb who somehow got hold of an old password I once used online. The fact that the sender has that password made me read the first email (and has made me think it’s probably well past time I changed all my passwords, as the experts advise us to do every month — yet who actually does?), but the threats to send to all my contacts video of me “doing dirty things” while watching porn onscreen … well, have at ‘er, doofus! I might do “dirty” things, but never in front of my computer! Usually it’s at the kitchen sink, scrubbing garden potatoes. My life is so exciting.
Anyone else getting these kinds of email? They come from a different address every time so alas it seems impossible to block them. Even though they aren’t to be taken seriously, they are kind of sickening.
Kate, you know what? At this blog, some readers never, ever leave a comment. I’m shocked (and delighted) when someone I meet mentions they’re a regular visitor. One thing it’s taught me is not to count on reader responses to convince me it’s worth doing. That said, I make a point of leaving a comment once in a while on any blog I like, because I know firsthand how encouraging it is to the writer. Nice to know you’re here!
Thanks to all of you who checked out Quirkeries for me. Clicking on “Link to This Post” opens up the comments for reading and responding. Strange and whodathunk, but true.