I hope I don’t get into trouble for using this picture. It’s always been a favorite, and probably the start of my love of “flamingos as art.” That and the fact that I live in South Florida. Which to most people, conjures up images of palm trees. For me, it’s flamingos. I have a flamingo tray (ill-used); made a needlepoint of flamingos (hanging in the guestroom); own a pair of Occupied Japan porcelain flamingos; and had a Halloween party a couple of years ago to which two of my very good friends, unbeknownst to me or each other, showed up as the afore-pictured flamingos (Thanks, Miz Shoes!). Hence, the moniker.
It was a dark and stormy day…. Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Tropical Depression Ernesto breezed into town and back out again. I could have saved my preparations and done just as a nicely with a sturdy umbrella. But you never really know about these things… Andrew was nothing until he got past the Bahamas, when he blew up into a Cat 5 monster just before landfall; Katrina was barely a Cat 1 when she hit South Florida and was hugely destructive which you never hear about because she went into the Gulf and virtually destroyed New Orleans which you never hear the end of… not that I don’t feel pretty horrible about New Orleans, mind you, but as soon as Katrina hit New Orleans everybody forgot about all the people down here whose homes were destroyed and couldn’t get anywhere with FEMA and also needed help thankyouverymuch.
I’m sorry – where was I? Oh yes, so here I am on this soggy day, very conducive to reflection and to starting my own blog. I’d resisted the urge for quite a long time, content to read my own favorites: that of one of my very closest girlfriends, Miz Shoes (she turned me on to ANTM and I returned the favor by turning her on to PR – fair is fair, no?) (and did I tell you that she writes a bitchin’ PR recap?); Jeff– who blogs on Television Without Pity about Project Runway – not to mention Blogging Project Runway right here at Blogspot.com; and Potes – who blogs on Television Without Pity about America’s Next Top Model. These, and other TV topics will figure prominently, no doubt (I’m easily addicted, much to my husband’s chagrin), and while I’m probably too lazy to write entire recaps, you will get something passing for a review. I hope the above don’t mind my posting their links… I guess I’ll tell them eventually…
I have forgotten everything I ever knew about HTML, so these posts will, at least in the beginning, be necesssarily short on “style.” I hope that practice will improve my skills. I’ve already learned that I can’t compose in Microsoft Word’s HTML editor, copy and paste, and hope that it will transfer intact. Nope. Of course not. Typical Microsoft. Evil Empire. I hate Microsoft. I’m a Mac girl, and proud of it. I sure hope Blogspot comes up with a Safari-compatible editing toolbar real soon. I’m also a very slow writer. I keep going back to edit and change and fix and edit some more. Sometimes the appropriate words just won’t come.
Our perpetual hurricane guest, Bill, finally left about 10 minutes ago. My husband, hereinafter referred to as MJ, just sat next to me on the couch, and attempting to see what I was looking at, asked: “What’s Flamingo Mustangs?” I replied: “It’s not Mustangs, it’s Musings, and it’s the blog I’m thinking about writing and you can stop rolling your eyes now.” I don’t even need to look. This, I suppose, is a vanity project. A diary of sorts. A vent. I can’t imagine anyone will read this.
I know. I should be baking cookies or something else more useful.
