Wee Hours

As mentioned before,  I am fascinated that some few people look at this blog. I've not got much of a life and not very active. I did manage to access my old Blogger site (https://ad-granny.blogspot.com/) where I did get out more, but, as you can see from the first entry, I started it up because I was bored. Was it some attempt to make life more substantial... meaningful? I see that all the photos are defunct on account of the hosting service not being used for some time. I'll have to work on that.

Owing to the fact that there are readers, should I generate content? LOL The only other blogger I read is Ann Althouse (http://althouse.blogspot.com/), a law professor and sensible commentator. I do mean to look into other Bloggers but just never get around to it. My Internet activity is rationed insofar as I don't have access at home except through my phone, which provides merely 5 gigabytes to watch an occasional movie. Not much of a life. Seems to me that if one is going to blog, square one is having experiences, not to mention some little expertise. Well, not much going for me there. I suppose, with regard to the autistic/schizoid spectrum, it is an activity in and of itself. But it's an unresponsive situation, isn't it? Story of my life.

I just did have a talk with a woman, or, I should say she talked. Went on and on about current travails. Sounded like she had a criminal complaint against somebody and I was trying to think of who could help her. Somehow a 'friend' of hers took out a title loan on her vehicle - can you imagine? $4500. And she got stuck with the payments. Huh? Isn't that fraud? The loan company was uncooperative. Who's jurisdiction is that? Whatever; she was rambling and quite off the wall. Inebriated. So, there... someone to talk to and you can't wait to get away from them. LOL

In the usual odd circumstance, reading all day and fell asleep in early evening, up and alert at 2 a.m. Wish I had something to write about. At a Denny's and some of the waitresses are very pretty. Not much of a bar close rush. My waitress is an older black woman who's been here for years and is very nice to me. Just thinking about another Denny's I used to visit where there was a fellow with whom I'd have interesting discussions but he went toxic over the Donald and I've had to avoid him.

Oh... there we go. Now I've got the picture theme for this entry! Are you familiar with this? One of my favorites. Oh, yeah; would be nice to have a friend to go to museum with. Except for drive-bys, haven't been inside for a while. Hopper, I suppose, was one of the progenitors of the 'photo-real' look. Very geometric and urban. Great piece.