Internet Pick-Ups

I got an anonymous post the other day. And rather than be annoyed - even though the poster was clearly not part of my political sphere - I confess: I loved it.

I love getting drop-ins. In my other blog group. I get tons of comments - at five or six every post. But I blog in a blog community, and people are always dropping in, saying hi, and we forge relationships. On this blog, which I allow friends and family to read, I get very few comments and have no read idea of who is reading.

So it's kind of fun when someone drops in uninvited. But welcome.

I confess, I check out blogs that others link. And I just discovered a new one, a very well written and edgy one. Naturally, I pop in to check out the musings. It's like stalking someone, reading about their day-to-day life, a life very different than my own, which lately involves kids and pets and kvetching about suburban nihilism.

Rapid segue:

Tonight we have tickets to the see the Astros play the LA Dodgers. My kids momentarily believed that the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn. Well, not really, but it came up in conversation. We apparently like to live in the past at times, ruminating about all the fun that was, way back when.

There will be fireworks after the game tonight. And we'll get to eat ballpark food, which is not so good for the piles of stuff in my freezer, especially as we are going out of town for the Fourth. I may have to haul a cooler with us to unload some of this stuff.

Blah, blah, blah. That's all I've got today!