2020, 2020, 2020 - Maybe if we all say it three times...

New Blogger format here, and I'm Terrified with a capital F. Just wanted to do a test run, as it were, let me know in the comments if anything seems weird.

How would I know??

Might be pretty ugly looking, layout wise, which has been the bane of my writing non-career, as I get lost in the type faces and colours and spacing and sizes and who cares??

One of the hazards of being a sign-trades-person-of-considerable-age.

Anyone noticed the world did a complete belly-flop. health-wise? Didn't I predict something to that effect ages and ages ago? No? Well, in my head I did... We crowd each other too much, we herd up way too well, and we cram real good into air-tight sardine cans in the air. So, yeah. Germs are a part of life, I KNOW I've said that before. What we've done to germs is part of our problem. Bacteria & viruses are germs, m'kay? easier to type.

Totally random thoughts... I need some. My brain feels like it's been vacuumed, and only the obvious remains. Or are my remains obvious?

Hey, need a picture...

Off to play with Blogger for a sec.

Hold on.

OH, before I forget, who are all you pingers?? I sure hope you aren't those spammer creeps, who insist he/she/it has compromising video of me. Send $$$ to this BittyCoin account. Seriously.

Read a book called "Daemon", super high-tech science-fiction-ISH thriller. The author's answer to all spammers is something I could get on board with...

My camera is covered up... Should I tell them? Whooops. Too late.

Okay, picture.

Hold on.

Hah, that wasn't too painful. I hope my old blogger pics are still around...

ANYway, here's a grainy, tiny picture of big ol' T, a selle-francais/TB cross, about a zillion hands. DANG, he's big. Gorgeous head, which you can barely see. Isn't he cute? Just squint, you can see the outline better.
Sorry. ProPhotogLittleSis hasn't been able to come up and take anything with details actually discernible.

Okay, where the heck is the publish button...

Aha!

GAH! It was there a minute ago!

I do dislike my neuronal fizzlings. My neurons are morons, sometimes. I was given a general anesthetic at like 3 years old, twice, bloody heck, 50 years ago. Of course, I've read since then, anesthetic can affect memory in childlings. Yeah, tell me NOW.
A little late, hmmm?? The first time was getting my thumb end squished in a car door. Hey, I was dumb! Second, I'd gotten a splinter of wood under my thumbnail, they had to knock me out to pull it off and get it out. Oh, right! I crimped a fingernail, too. There was a few painful awakenings. But why did they knock me right out?? I was probably screeching. My big sis and I trained our baby sis to some ear-piercing solos, so I guess I was an accomplished soloist, myself.. Bratz. I was always outside playing. Or being told to "Go PLAY OUTSIDE, stop being so noisy!" Who, ME? I was very noisy until the age of 12 or so. Shut RIGHT up after that.

Check out my company's custom made cow, offered up in penance for offending MadameLauraCrumbs. People take themselves so darn serious:) I can't help feeling sorry for cows, but I like to eat them. I know that's a holstein, OK? I just laughed my fool head off, when I finally saw some good western stuff being ridden.
I told you, it takes me a while, but I get there. WP/HUS, wow, they WANT that. They have actually bred for that. I did not know that!! Shoot me! That's why the western folk skeer me. They carry guns.
I'll just play alone, then. FinE! Hufff. I promise to be good:)
(Throws snow in the air). Can't remember what I wanted to say, anyway.
Oh, yeah. The Great Divide. Glad to know I'm not alone.
To Creepy-Eyed Cremellos. I Still Like That Guy, TrexX!! Just so wrong in colour and BREED:)
To Fugs, Too.
I remembered, then forgot again. Oh, RIGHT!! Exercises for riders who aren't currently riding, but want to get fitter. Tune in next time, on the Bitzy Ditch Blog:)

Okay, Okay, here's a horse pic, too. With armour, for just in case.
Dogs are sighing, time for food.