money, money, money

Yes, I've sold out, gone commercial, joined the racket, sold my soul to corporate capitalism, become a 'true American,' and so on. If you look to the left of these words, you'll see an obnoxious collection of advertisements. If you click on one, I make a money (say that with an Italian accent, like you're in the mafia). I'm new to this so I don't know how much money. Google Ads says 'it depends.' This brings to mind a poem I love by William Carlos Williams:

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Such a simple poem that brings together the essentials of life: tools to grow food, water to sustain life, animals to provide food. If only I could write something so profound.

Anyway, back to the greenbacks. By allowing ads on my blog, I can earn a little mad money, something to put towards college funds for the boys. No, more likely something to put towards getting my hair colored or my nails done. If you hate it and don't want to read the blog anymore, let me know. I'll consider stopping the ads. If you want to 'take one for the team,' click on an ad and put the boys through college. At the very least, you'll help pay for the gymnastics/dance class in which I just enrolled Timothy. He'll be moonwalking by the end of February! No, don't get your hopes up, but he does love to dance. I'm not going to put ads on the blogs of the boys. That would be...unethical? immoral? brilliant! No, no, I'm not going to do it, just yet.