Whoops… seem to have slipped off the horse. The blogging horse. Must have landed behind a bush, because it would seem I have also become a lurker. Not really by choice, but by some odd twist of fate, sometimes I just can’t leave a comment because WordPress likes to tell me that MY blog, is not MY blog. How does it know this? Is this some sort of face recognition program that I am unaware of? Does it recognise my distinctive tap-tap-tap of the keyboard? Perhaps, WordPress is just passing judgement on my, more often than not, ludicrous observations about other people’s lives.
Here are a few other things that have happened recently:
“Hello! What time is it?”
Every phone call from Australia starts this way. I know they mean well, but seriously, if you don’t know by now that I am NOT a morning person…..
“So, what is the lowdown with your blog? When are you going to write some more? I have nothing to snigger at over my morning coffee.”
Aren’t sisters the greatest! And yes, it WAS me that convinced you to wear your hair like THAT to the year 10 formal dance… And yes, I have photo evidence.
And then….there were a few emails:
Dear Lulu’s Bay,
Are you dead? If not, please proceed with new posts on your blog or I will have to remove you from my Google Reader. You are gathering dust.
A once devoted lurker.
(Interesting how many non-bloggers think that you should function like the daily newspaper and become outraged if you lapse into a blogging coma.)
Truth be known… I don’t know what happened… I lost my groove.. something like that…
I shall leave you with a few visuals. Considering the last time you heard from me it was high Summer and I was giving it up to prune fingers and toes from spending too much time in the pool… here are a couple of photos of my Herbst/Fall/Autumn endeavours. Enjoy.
Forgive the 1973 brown tiles on my front porch… they are so far down the end of the list of things that need to be done, I am pretty sure they are going to come back around again and will be featured on the front page of Vogue Interiors any day now.
I don’t usually do ‘cutsey’ but … seriously.. what is NOT to love about Hedgehogs?
The ridiculous pleasure I get when I go for a walk and find tree that has dropped a bunch of chestnuts (or conkers) – something about picking them up and filling my pockets just makes me happy. Did you know, that if you take your collected chestnuts to the Haribo Factory they will exchange them for the same weight in sweets (gummibears)… apparently you have to wait in line for about 8 hours.. but Germans seem to like that kind of thing.