this … this blogging thing. (Bad. So bad.)
It’s not because I have nothing interesting to say. I do. Or, at least I think I do.
Truth is, I’ve jotted down a freakin’ list of things interesting or funny or odd – things I thought might amuse others.
Among those are topics such as …
- Too Old to Connect Four?
- The Baby in Our Back Yard
- It Snowed in My Bathroom This Morning
that last one prompted
- Blood Bath of 2006 Revisited
Not to mention, I’ve done a lot in both Adobe and Corel since my last post.
It’s time. Actually, the lack of it.
Right now, things are just so hectic – I can either draw/paint or blog about wanting to. Or both, but then either dinner won’t get cooked, a kid won’t get a bath or there won’t be any dishes to eat dinner on even if it does get cooked.
And, I can’t even remember the last book I read for pleasure. This from someone who sometimes frets over the fact that she’ll die before getting a chance to read all the great books in the world. Or who’s biggest fear (well, one of them) is going blind and not being able to read. So, what’s it been? A year? If not, it’s awfully damn close and that’s just so wrong.
It’s been long enough that I’m not sure which book I left off at with the Sue Grafton. Patricia Cornwell or J D Robb series. Or Janet Evanovich … that one I really have no clue. (hmmm, now that I think of it … I need to add a couple more series to the list … jeez this is worse than I thought!)
Someone! Hand me a book! Stat!