Foggy times in the Maritimes

"To get people to care about your blog they have to not care at all about your "blog." And they shouldn't. Just words on a page, after all. They need to care about things much more interesting than that.Those things are: The story. The content. The offer."

I am stealing these words from a PR guy in Halifax, Joel, who describes himself as a vegan nerd and marketing asshole. Which I like. He has a blog about social media which you can read here.

He goes on to talk about different types of offer, and the content/ story they should contain.

I fall into his what happens in my life variety blogger I think.

The offer: catch up on what I'm doing without paying for a phone call/ reading FB/ writing me an email to ask whassup.

The content: sporadic, a bit same same, and generally self-obsessed.

The story: right now the story is that there's been no sun here for a long long time and so everyone in Halifax is becoming mildly psychotic, including me and Himself.

So yeah, sporadic, same same, self-obsessed, mildly psychotic post coming up.

If I could be arsed.

Maybe I'll just check the Weather Network again instead ... to see if the Weather Canada joke's finished.

The joke being that the prairie foodbowl is suffering a terrible drought this summer and we are flailing in fog and drowning in mizzle here on the Eastern Shore.

I have already checked it twelve times today.

http://www.theweathernetwork.com/index.php?product=weather&placecode=CANS0057#ltermfx

OHMYGOD... the sunshine peeping out from the clouds picture is up for Sunday!!!

No wait, it says cloudy periods.

Cloudy periods means the cloud cover will be so deep that it can creep into the house when we are asleep and make our hair wet, like it did last night.

Thunder storm tonight.. oh goody.

Maybe it will clear the air, said Himself.

Maybe. Maybe the psychotic stress headache we are all getting from the humidity will go away and then the sun will come out in our hearts, if not in our atmosphere.

Maybe.

Tina called to see if we wanted to go camping.

Apart from the fact that we lent all our gear away for the weekend... eh no, I am not spending tonight in a thunder storm in a tent that is located five hours drive from here, I said.

Only 60% chance of a storm, she said. We're leaving right now if you want to come.

I love Tina. She is the most optimistic person I know.

And they are going to New France. Where the sun always shines...

No, I'm too depressed.

Canada Day, I spent trying to plant our vegetable garden up to my knees in mud.

There is nothing more irritating than being completely mud-struck while being harassed by enormous horse flies.

Enormous horse flies who were vying with the blackfly and the mosquitos for the tasty bits of me located at the base of my spine, my ears, my elbows and the bits of the backs of my knees that were above the mudline.

I lost it.

FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKING STOOOPIDDDD COUNTRYYYYY!!

I threw the spade down and watched it get sucked into the ooze that is my dream garden.

IWANNAGOHOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poor Himself.

He always thinks I want to go home when I cry and say I want to go home.

Oh lord, he says, trying to cheer me up, imagine what the pioneers must have felt like!

IMAGINE??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDON'TNEEDTOEFFIN'IMAGINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I started looking around with that look in my eye that Himself knows means I am looking for something to kick to death so he ran into the house and got me a beer and made me drink it so I got the hiccups the way you do when you are crying and drinking a beer really fast at the same time, so the horseflies won't get it.

After a while it kicked in and I felt better.

But the sun better come out soon.

DO YOU HEAR ME, MR. FOG???