7 reasons/8 lines…

The wanderlust which lives inside my head longs to visit Italy, not all of the country, just the Amalfi Coast. Although I’m somewhat of a “mixed breed”, the Italian portion of what makes me…me…overrides the British/Irish part of my heritage.


Photographs of the beautiful towns of Amalfi, Positano, Atrani, Sorrento, Minori, Cetara, Nerano, Erchie, Ravello, Tramonti, and Praiano, rarely fail to take my breath away as I do some armchair traveling. To walk the twisted hillside streets, enjoy the best regional foods and soak up the magnificence of the Tyrrhenian Sea and the Gulf of Salerno…well, that is a never-ending dream of mine; sadly, one I doubt will ever come to pass.

Thoughts of enjoying a Delizie al Limone, Limoncello, shopping for artwork and ceramics, relaxing on some of the beautiful beach areas, all dance in my head but…that’s where they will stay, at least for now. Who knows? The opportunity to fly those (hopefully) friendly skies might just present itself before my ride around the sun comes to an end.


I’m half-packed and ready, just in case.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Challenges can be good, sometimes, even a fun thing. This…was one of those times with my prompt response involving…Name a country you might like to visit and… list 7 reasons why you think you’d enjoy it. Also…Write a blog post in exactly 8 lines. Done and done!

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Summer Slump

I’m not on vacation, haven’t been and don’t plan on going anywhere.  Work consumes my life, six days a week,  and this isn’t whining on my part  just the realization that, for so many of us struggling to survive in this economy, having any type of work is better than being jobless.

However, I am wallowing in one helluva major Summer Slump, yesireeee!  Just look at me…..

Pretty bad, eh?

Well, this actually isn’t  ME  but it’s how I’m feeling, deep within the recesses of my being,  at present.  It’s been difficult to muster up much in the way of any intelligent, even stupid, blog posts much less keep up with all my favorite blog-people lately.  Part of that is from being less-than-thrilled with WordPress and the complete inability to install any type of Blogroll updater plug-in on my site, similar to what is offered on good ol’ Blogger who… I never thought I’d miss.

Next is the yet unexplained lack of function from Bloglovin’who bit the dust three weeks ago as far as daily e-mail notifications on registered blogs that people follow.    Countless messages to Bloglovin’s hierarchy go un-answered and even posting on their Facebook page brings no response.

Okay, okay, I’m cranky as hell and will proceed in another direction just to let off steam.

Jersey Shore.  Yup, I watched it last evening for no good reason other than being freaking bored out of my mind and…I will never, ever watch it again.

Friends and neighbors, if what is featured on this show represents the future of civilization, we are in very deep shit, either that or the cast of this show sucks on lead paint chips…along with everything else.   Especially “Snooki”, a modern-day version of an X-rated Smurf!

Point:  These mindless, morally-compromised, individuals are in Florence, Italy. 

Point: The Vatican is not located in..Florence, Italy, aside from what their alcohol-saturated, 3 watt bulb mentalities think; that holy place is a city-state within Rome.  But, I didn’t have to tell any of you that, did I?

Before anyone leaves comments  about “this is how young people act”…save your energies!  I’m tuned-in to “smushing”, “cuddling” and acts of meaningless, wanton sex amongst young people but when these kids don’t have basic geographic knowledge of what’s out there in our world and land on a hit television show, it sickens me.  What teachers and schools in New Jersey, or elsewhere,  passed this group of village idiots from grade to grade? (New York shares in the blame since ol’ “Snooki” hails from Monticello as my pal No.7  nicely informed me.  I stand corrected.)

Know what else? 

Nevermind.  Just gonna sit here,  puff on my stogie and think about moving back to Blogger.  I’ve bored you enough.

 

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