I’m not sure why there are so many unpleasant people in the world. I suppose there just are, and you have to put up with it. I just got another comment on my blog from one of the unpleasant people, and I decided just to delete it and quit thinking about it. Heck, it’s my blog. I didn’t go to his house and start calling him an asshole in his living room. He came here and started telling me about my life. And, by looking at the comments and the email I got, nobody wanted to hear what he had to say. It’s kind of a weird coincidence that he showed up about the same time with all the other random non-knitting people.

I’m not the only one with weird problems. A neighbor had a flyer glued to her front steps about a missing dog with the note, “I know you can give me more info!” When she called the number on the flyer and asked what they meant, she was told, “You know what I mean!” and the person hung up. She was kind of disturbed by this and called me to see if I had seen any bulldogs lately. For some reason, I can only remember pugs, a few beagles, some terriers, and a whole lot of Golden Retrievers.

My next door neighbors had problems with the light in the laundry room, and they had to use the hall light. But the hall light would wake their very young kids, so they had to do laundry in the dark. Eventually they were so annoyed that they were calling electricians on a Saturday morning, knowing that if they found one to come out on the weekend they’d have to pay through the nose. Fortunately, they didn’t find one, because it was easy to fix.

It’s going to be harder to fix my chimney cap. I took the pieces to the hardware store and they think it’s just epoxied together with JB Weld rather than being a specially made chimney-cap-doohickey. I don’t know the knitting/sewing equivalent of this (knowing the usual audience of this blog), but I do remember seeing someone use a hot-melt-glue-gun to put jewels on a wedding dress. I remember thinking, “Is that really the way they do that sort of thing?”

Normal life away from computers continues, and it’s a life.