About My Blog.

Welcome! This is "Catatonic Digressions."
Most readers don't understand my blog's title. It's an old inside joke from a forum long gone. I was going to change it, but since it's been "confusing" for so long, I decided to leave it. Don't worry about what it means, the content of the blog is what matters...or not

Unfortunately, my blog isn't what I set out for it to be. A sick woman in Orleans, MA began stalking me in 2007 on Myspace. Since that time, this woman obsessed over me to the point of having the police come to her home and threaten to confiscate her laptop. She is a racist and anti-Semite.I could no longer blog freely, knowing this nutbag was just going to take the photos I'd post and put them on a child exploitation website.

This site is only up for the information it has that others might need to know about. That information is about "Seal Shepherd" aka Michael McDade, Kat McAboy aka Marilyn McAboy and Veronika Hompo, a self-proclaimed Nazi.

I'm a real person. I'm real and I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. After years of putting up with online abuse by manipulative, pathological liars, attention whores or narcissists, I've had it. Don't bother me with pathetic drama. I have no time for these types of people and their need to absorb others' time and attention.

This blog is no longer used. I've retired it for the most part unless something very important comes up.

Please, join Sea Shepherd Conservation Society, and follow them on Twitter and Facebook.

Friday, March 06, 2009

Peek-a-Boo! Snow!

We finally got our big snow! The weather people on the nightly news didn't exaggerate for a change. Usually a snowstorm in New York actually means 2" to 3" of snow. Panic ensues. Supermarket shelves empty. It's hilarious. This time we actually did have a snowstorm, with some gusty winds. It was Sunday night into Monday, and it dumped quite a nice coating on Long Island. It looked so lovely, until the plows and cars made muck of it and the dirt was tracked all over. Our four crocuses that already bloomed were buried, but today, I see they're back. Dozens more should bloom any time now.

Here's the yard:

My son Harry really had a blast! It was only in the mid-20's, so he couldn't stay out too long. When he came back indoors, he looked like a little boy on an adorable vintage postcard, with perfect rose-colored circles on his cheeks, a dab of snow on his hat and a big, bright smile. 
(I can't post those images until my online abuser is arrested or under the control of the authorities)


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