You Should Be Writing.
That could be the theme of the blog the last few years.
It's not that I don't have material. It's not that it's not germinating in my brain. It's not that I don't have letters to write, or emails to answer. I just haven't had a chance to put it all down on screen or paper.
One snowy Saturday, I was blessed with some free time between appointments, so I snuggled in at a Cosi's, with free wi-fi, all the bread I could eat, Diet Coke I could drink, some letters, a fresh fountain pen and a journal - and started writing what would turn into an epic 10+ page Jane Austen-esque epistle.
Here are some of my musings lately:*
Crew @ my @7eleven knows me a little too well: "Wait, you're back. What'd you forget this morning. Oh, you must be baking again. No refill?"
Overheard at train station: "Having your therapy dog stolen is a double whammy." #futurefirstlineofmymemoir #therapydog #random #whyIwrite
It must be spring in the country. I can hear the red-tail hawk crying out for its mate again. #nestingseason #springsoundtrack #countrylife
Overheard near the local donut shop. Said by father with 2 small kids. To son: "No, you can't call shotgun. It's her birthday." #birthdaytraditions
Things I ponder during my commute: Why is there a dried up, decapitated corpse of a #pineapple in the middle of the train tracks? #random
Who needs that BökFace thing when Google images helps you look up an ex just fine. Especially when you can make judgements on aging better.
Me: I really resent having to go to work tomorrow. Her: That's a problem. Where can you get a sugar daddy? Us: *laughter* #friendsarethebest
My favorite thing today was hearing how my 5yo #nephew very precisely articulates all the syllables in: ACT-U-A-LY (Very toothily) #actually
I don't normally watch the 10/11pm local news, but when I do, I miss YO-LAAANDA Vega telling me which numbers I didn't pick to win. #nylotto
3pm: Must mean it's time for an impromptu solo rave dance party in a colleague's office. I mean...3pm and SOMEBODY ELSE was, I swear. #notme
Talking to the 10yo #nephew. Accidentally broke into rhyming pattern. Was told in no uncertain terms, "Stop rapping. You can't be a rapper."
And lo, it came to pass, in the 4th decade of the life of Nettie, did she find that the balance of her coffer ledger was accidentally nil.
Mighty was the flop sweat of she upon finding it thus. Much foul words were spoke, repenting undertook, & relief upon remembering overdraft.
Forsooth, and verily, I must confess...I was not paying attention to the balance o'the coffers whilst using the card o'debit.
Yon spendthrift was trying to curb her ways of the other cards o'credit, by freezing them, but still must learn economy.
Alas, I think I've been enjoying tweets by@LeVostreGC a mite bit too much. I'm starting to tweet/writ in homage. That and scriptural style.Excuse me? Have you seen my motivation? I seem to have misplaced it.When you are already feeling guilty about NOT responding to a letter from a former intern c. 2/14, & she calls you today from SPAIN to talk.I know there is all kinds of symbolism to seeing 3 crows/ravens, but what about when you spot 3 large turkey vultures "lingering" nearby?OH at office: "Please note. That was my nose. I didn't actually lick you. You probably shouldn't lick your colleagues." We're a close bunch.Working in the country and commuting means if you miss your train by 35 seconds you have to wait 35 minutes for the next one. #sighWalked by the site of my former job today. Security guards came out of the building to give me a hug. So sweet. Guys were big teddy bears.
Why was there a bowl of milk at the foot of the stairs outside my apartment door this morning?
Stay tuned...
Maybe I'll actually start really writing again.... Can't you already envision the tale of the stolen therapy dog?
In the meantime, enjoy these random observations.
The next time you feel bad about your inbox, remember that tonight I answered some e-mail that was 15 months old. #BadPerson
— Jen Yates (@cakewrecks) April 28, 2015
Too lazy at the moment 😂 pic.twitter.com/sOzDd0zmjM
— ☆ Nica ☆ (@Nhycca) April 27, 2015
*Or to be precise, in the future. I'm back-dating this from May 2015.
TIME TRAVEL. It's not just science-fiction. It's called "retro-blogging!"
