Who would want to hit a road? Maybe if it had a pot hole and gave you a flat tire or broke an axel. I suppose then you may want to hit the road. But wouldn't that hurt you more than the road? Plus, if it is like the one above then you may be hitting a place where an animal had a pee. Just food for thought. Or words for thought. No food here. Move along.
11 years is one long old road. The thing has probably become pot hole filled and has huge ruts in it by now. Be one I'd drive on by in the winter. But that is how long this little corner has been up. 11 whole years. And in 11 years...
I went from two cats to two cats....and two dogs.
I went from no posts to 3200 posts.
I went from no books to over 100.
I went from rather mediocre grammar to rather them good grammar.
I went from wiping my own butt to wiping a few more as well.
I went from blogging every day to blogging maybe a week or two out of the year.
I went from knowing where very few things were location wise to knowing where EVERYTHING is in the area.
I went from spending lots of time online to next to bare minimum.
I switched up the importance of things and I didn't use went this time.
I went from smart ass to....still stuck there. Some things never go away.
I went from naïve little shit to less of a naïve little shit.
I went from not giving a crap to even more not giving a crap about all nonsense.
(What? All me me me? Fine!)
Blogging went from tons to a few.
A lot of social media went from interesting/learning/comparing to cesspool.
Instant gratification's grasp got tighter.
Nonsense climbed to an all time high.
Less snow showed its face here each year.
COVID, All In This Together, Unprecedented all became every day speak.
And...nah, not going down that rabbit hole. This post would go on for another 11 years if I recall all that happened.
Will I be here for the next 11 years?
I guess we'll cross those bridges as we come to them. Unless the bridge is holey or blocked. Then we may just take a boat. And if our boat sinks and I drown, well then you may not get 11 years. But at least the cats will get some extra kitty litter when they burn me and use me as it.
What's changed in your neck of the woods in the last 11 years? Anything? Everything? Hopefully something. It can be the feet of the woods too. Doesn't have to be the neck.
Still blogging as much as you did? Still into blogging as much? Switched to any other social media? Still like social media? Pet count go up or down? Any less of a naïve little shit? Still spend most of your time online? Any new bums to wipe? Still give a crap? Actually going to answer all of these questions? Who has time for that? Instant gratification it is.
Great Post!
There you go. Did it for you. What? That took away the gratification? Whoops.
Enjoy life, forget the strife.