I was in the middle of writing a convoluted post about schemers and scammers and others who want only to separate a person from his money . I just checked out a blog by someone like that who began following my blog . Follows my blog to get me to sign up for her newsletter about making a fortune blogging . I didn’t . I think that I’m supposed to be thrilled to pay to take a class that her boyfriend ” teaches” about how to make a fortune on the internet .
I was wringing out my sympathy towel , the one I wipe my Ifeelsorry tears away with . It was completely dry . So I decided to go out back and take a few photos and ignore all of the Iwantyourmoney people around . Even my friend WordPress is getting in on the act , trying to sell me for $99 a promise not to attach ads to my posts . I’d rather not have the ads there , but $99 is nearly $100 , and WordPress put the ads there in the first place . Seems a bit Cosa Nostra-ish to me suggesting that I pay in order not to be hit with the ads ; smells to me like protection money , coerced mob-enforced insurance racketeering .
Well , you can see that my irritable side was taking over from my write something coherent and entertaining side . At the YMCA yesterday I was told that a guy in the parking lot wanted money for gas . I wondered : Was he going to Texas ? Did he have a wife and a baby waiting in the car ? Was it the same gas money guy who was hanging around the ARCO station last week ?
A YMCA member wanted to give the needgas guy money , but all he had in his wallet was a twenty . He didn’t want to give the guy twenty , so he went inside to one of the employees for change . The employee, instead of making change , chased the needgas guy away . ” He’s here every day . He’s not a member . And , I don’t think he has a car ,” the employee told the startled donor/enabler .
Enough of this , though . Let’s go outside .
My tikis watch the yard for me still . My little fig tree cutting grew . It’s now at least as tall as the parent . The lemon tree is plotting a new crop . We’ve been a little short of ripe lemons lately , Ada and I , an unusual turn of events , after someone helped himself to all of our yellow lemons a few weeks ago . He promised Ada that he would leave us some , but he didn’t .But at least he didn’t come back later and try to sell us lemons. Or ask me for gas money .
P.S. The longhorn steer just showed up , mysteriously , in this post . I decided to let him stay . He’s not bothering anyone . Some photos sometimes mysteriously leave ; this one mysteriously arrived .