Some Truths about Blogging

I'm sure most of you who read this blog assume there must be great planning and plotting in the preparation of each blind offering to you, akin to diagramming a sentence or an intense game of Battlefield. A calender filled with potentially riveting subjects rivaling a celebrity's child play date schedule (I would name a celebrity's child but I don't know any). The truth is, it is exactly like that.*

This is the small, secret island in the Caribbean where I do most of my work.

So many people have talked about the horses roaming on Culebra, that these two 'almost just like real horses' have been set up across from the airport so no one misses a chance to see a 'wild horse'. Unfortunately, the brown horse must have been designated for a more northern location as it seems to be growing or shedding a winter coat. Just pretend you don't notice that this should be in the 'Misty of Chincoteague' tableau.

I think it's so cute that this one looks 'almost incredibly pregnant'

'Rustic dinghy' (this can be seen between the hours of 3 and 5 a.m. Monday-Monday mornings)

I promise you, this is NOT an ordinary pigeon or dove, if indeed it is a pigeon or dove at all. It's at least a foot or more - much more - high. It sort of looks like a zombie mutant pigeon if you look at it closely by clicking on it and then clicking on it again. I tried that in real life and it flew away. Identity, please?

As you can tell from the above, I range far and wide to bring you a Culebra you might see for yourselves, if you were here, or if maybe someone put a web cam up every place on the island, but haven't and probably won't anytime too soon (quickest way to make something happen here? Say out loud it never, ever will. The word quick being relative). I plan each moment and each word, to a degree of exactness that most likely Einstein would appreciate and regret not emulating. Yes, Einstein. Or Gertrude Stein. Or another real planning person.

I think I'll plan to have a boat photo in every post.

Yesterday's mail brought in such great island farm woman supplies! If by chance your mail  here smelled like garlic today, thank Nancy and me for that. Isn't it delicious???

From my brother, organic feed helper for the chickens. They like it!! And lots of garlic to use for experiment planting. I'm so sick of weirdo Chinese garlic I'm planning to scream the next time I have to use it. Until this awesome New Jersey garlic gets going. That's how long I plan on screaming.

And now you know all about blogging. Unless you have a mind like the sharpest knife in the drawer, don't even bother thinking about creating a blog. It will only hurt you or cut you or something. 

Have a workmanlike Wednesday. Do something waterproof.

*Okay, that's not the truth. In my case, it's nothing like that, unlike some brilliant blogs I read. I think that is why those blog writers have books and their own reality shows. Planning makes a difference. Bear with me. I don't even own a television.