In the Mall/ Should I Still Go To The Mall Or Just Order Stuff From Home?
I’m in the Chesterfield Mall this morning. The dining court has a high peaked roof and all the sound bounces around up there. I just tried calling Beth and we had a somewhat unsatisfactory conversation because of bouncing sound. But the WiFi seems to be working well. Come on by if you are near here and look for the guy in the plaid shirt typing away at a table with uneven legs. It’s difficult to type on a wobbly table. But they fixed up the bathrooms. Stellar B rooms. Hoping everyone will decide the Mall is too nice to pass up even if you pay more for some things.
Look for the guy who is going to throw a chair in a minute if the table doesn’t stop wobbling. It’s all about the details guys. Fix the tables!
I’m not well this morning. My stomach feels iffy. And my brain is sleepy. And I’m convinced most of the readers who write comments here have gone for good. Because I’m such a poor conversationalist. This makes me sad. I’m sure there a few of you guys and girls still around. Hopefully. But some of you have run out of comments. And that’s my fault. I guess.
But there are many more readers here who I don’t know. Google is up to about fifty percent now after falling to zero this past summer. Or just about zero. A little misunderstanding.
But no one was terminally misunderstood. We patched things up. And now there are thousands of keywords doing their thing. So the blog is well. But the blogger is sick. And his commenters are gone.
It’s a mixed bag. But this dining court must be for crazy people like myself because all the music and the conversation are mixed together up in the pitched roof and then bounced back down here. It’s like ease dropping on a telephone trunk cable. You can’t really make anything out but it’s all there. And I would be much more comfortable sitting at home in front of my computer.
Maybe it’s time for a Hagan Das milkshake. I was successful in my quest to buy my lovely daughter who must not be named a birthday present. Soon we will head up to the Northern Virginia to see her and the family and the new home. Leesburg.
It’s supposed to be nice. I’ve never been there. But I have to go. I can’t stay here. It’s too confusing.
Update: I’m going to read this ebook. Maybe learn to be a more skilled conversationalist. Craig Ferguson is my role model when it comes to being good at this. He is awesome. He can have an interesting conversation with a rock.
Maybe this book will help.
Make the leap from writing in the offline world to effective online communication.
Bye.
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i can imagine you in that mall, doing a balancing act with the woobly table, typing away while trying hard to keep out the cacophony of sounds because if not, you’ll either get lost in the noise or lose your train of thoughts… don’t worry too much about the visits or the comments… maybe everyone is just having the blues or something… the in-between season can give someone that — summer is over, autumn seems like winter with the intermittent sun to compensate for the gloomy days, and all you want to do is get that milkshake and stare into space:)…
have a wonderful time with your daughter and her family:)
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Here’s my problem with going to the mall… I’m always tempted to buy something that I know I can get online at Amazon for like 75% off or something that is going to make me fatter than I already am (cinabun) or have to sit at those dumb wobbly tables!!!