Oh, I think we might finally be out of snow.  This makes me so glad!  The garden catalogues are arriving, the kids are playing outside, the tax returns have been filed!  Am I taking advantage of any of this?  Heck, no.  It’s a Sunday afternoon, I’m hyped up on caffeine, and I’d rather play around with my site while I can take advantage of hubby being home so I don’t totally screw up.  Yes, I could be painting the upstairs bathroom, catching up on laundry, unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen, or even ironing and mending, but these would serve a purpose, and I prefer to save purposeful activities for the weekdays.

As I was thinking about what I’d do to the site, I thought of some of the things I’d been asked to do in email that I wouldn’t do.  I’m always asked to add games.  I wonder why, since there are plenty of game sites out there.  I suppose if I were actually interested in games, there might be a reason for me to add them, but since I’m not, adding games would make as much sense as adding a section on car repair.  I’ve often suggested to these writers that as soon as they add sewing stuff to their personal sites, I’ll add games to mine.  So far, no takers.  I also get threats from people way younger than I am because I had the audacity to take their or their friends’ name.  This implies that I am capable of time travel.  Let me tell you, if I could do that, I’d do something much more audacious than convincing my parents to name me Alison.  Sometimes I’ll get a truly frightening message, one that tells me that the writer has visited my site and thinks it really sucks.  I’m not sure whether it bothers me more that the person didn’t like the site and, rather than moving on, as I would, took the time to write to me, or that the writer thinks I would read an insulting message filled with misspellings and bad grammar from a complete stranger and actually care.

One of the wisest things I was ever told was “Why should I care what he thinks?  He never bought me a drink.”  It holds a deep truth – the opinions of people should matter to you only if the people themselves matter to you.  If you’re not my friend, relative, neighbor, or employer, I’ll give your opinion as much respect as I think it deserves.  No more, no less.  OK, well maybe less.