What Am I Doing?

I seem to ask myself this question a lot lately. I find myself in the bathroom holding car keys or something else equally strange and I say, "What Am I Doing?" Even now I'm wondering what I'm doing writing in this blog when I was trying to hold out for a year without writing.

I write a lot of blogs for several companies so it's not as much of a thrill to write them for myself. Of course, no one else pays me to write about menopause or any of my other thoughts either. This is the only place I can put them where no one will read them. LOL

I could write about my bizarre neighborhood where most people, young and old, are home all day with nothing to do except collect welfare. There is a middle aged white guy that I try to steer clear of. I seem to run into him often while walking my dogs regardless of which route I take. He calls me "walker" which is quite original. I jest. He's creepy in a way I could not explain until now. I was talking to a neighbor, she's probably early 80's, about him one day when she told me he had asked her if she'd give him a blow job. Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs! Or Old Lady Puffs.

Or one day when my next door neighbor came over and accused me of letting my dogs poop on the sidewalk. She was sure it was my dogs because the poop was in front of my house. Oh right! If I were that inconsiderate to let them poop on the sidewalk it sure as hell wouldn't be in front of my own house where I might step in it.

Well that's all for now. I need to go try to erase those images from my mind.