After reading Spyder's comment on the last post, I've been checking things out and, by george, she's right. There have been times when I've wanted to leave a comment on a Wordpress blog, but it took so long to do it, and I had to jump through so many hoops, I chose not to comment. Sometimes I'm even discouraged from commenting on Blogger blogs because of having to type in those silly security letters, and I ask myself why that's necessary: I don't have that function in use here, and I've only had three or four spam comments in the time I've blogged at this site.
So I'll continue playing around with Wordpress, but I'll likely stay here. Because I don't get that many comments as it is; I sure don't need less! And I'm not going to keep both of them going; I already have this one and my AOL journal. I don't need a third.
In other news, I head for Dallas tomorrow morning bright and early for the last meet-up with a group of Internet friends I met in a long-gone chat room. I first met some of these folks in 1999, I believe.
Things are getting really hectic around here as we prepare to move a manufactured home onto our property to live in. Yesterday we went to the bank to finalize a loan, to planning-and-zoning to get a permit, to the rural water district to sign up for a water meter (because I'm sick of the super-hard water from our well) AND to the health department to discuss our septic tank. This last, the P&Z lady told me, wasn't really necessary; but it's a good idea. Hey, if it doesn't cost me, I'm all for it.
Do you know how many papers you have to sign and initial in order to secure a loan these days? I have writer's cramp.
We had a nice visit with the P&Z lady, and I got to use a very old joke that cracked her up. She said to Cliff, "Are you ambidextrous?" "No," I told her, "He's Baptist." (He isn't, but that was the first denomination that came to mind.)
"It's been fun," I told her as we left. Hey, it really was a blast! I love to run into someone who enjoys her job and likes people.
We had a good discussion about my neighbor and his house-building. You have to love small-town communities where you can mention any neighbor and they know, not only who you're talking about, but all their eccentricities. It was the same at the rural water office; that guy knew everybody around here.
So now I'm looking forward to having air conditioning and a dishwasher for the first time in my life. And having lots of closet space. And being back away from this gravel road, with cars constantly passing by and stirring up dust.