What to Write About?

I haven't been posting much--not sure what to write about. I sit and read Jeremias Gotthelf all morning. Then after lunch I either read a little more Gotthelf or work on my online classes. Late afternoon, weather permitting, I go out and mow the yard or pull out weeds and giant thorny shrubs. And in the evening its posting to the forum for an online class, or grading some exams, or reading a bit more. Not a lot of variety! Which is fine with me, but not very interesting to write about.

I suppose I could comment on public affairs. There might be a few things going on these days, like a country exploding in insanity. But that is less interesting than Gotthelf, frankly.

We did have a slight diversion this afternoon when a fellow showed up to replace the windshield on our minivan. Right about the time we went on lockdown, a truck kicked up a rock that put a crack in the windshield. I was trying to avoid unnecessary contacts, and I was hardly driving at all anyway, so I hadn't done anything about it yet. But it had grown, and it was time. So Allstate sent someone to our house, and it was out with the old windshield, in with the new. Not bad. That doesn't happen every day, fortunately.

(not my daughters)

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E-mail Wit on a Lazy Sunday Afternoon

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Non capisco!

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