I decided to take the summer off from the blogosphere, or whatever the coolest bloggers are calling it these days. Bloggy-land? Blogsylvania? The Digital Written Self Promotion Depository? I'm sure it's one of those. Instead of trying to schedule being funny three to four times per week, I decided to allow my brain and body to do as it would.
Today is the first day of school, the first day of schedules and homework and going to bed early, and it's time to get back at it. The break was needed but I've missed it. I've missed you.
Summer proved a lovely time. My family took the time to be with each other in a new way. It was good to be relating to my husband in a new way since his Aspergers diagnosis. Where I usually gird up my girdle for summers because of the increase in the demands of family life, the loss of space and the over abundance of housework, I can genuinely say that is summer has been simple and wonderful and harmonious.
Summer simplicity has made me realize that I was suffering from literary constipation. You get backed up when you think you always have to try to be profound with the funny. It was like my every post needed to impress that I'm deep enough that if you stepped in it, you'd have to pull your feet up out of your shoes and leave them stuck in the mud of my mind.
OK, so the jokes are stuck in the mud too. We'll fish them out eventually.
Deep as mud seems to be the way with blogging these days. There is so much you want to touch upon because it's stuck on our collective social media psyches. Everyone has an opinion on politics and pop culture and race relations and war and charity and celebrities and healthcare and family life. Some even expected that I should voice an opinion on this sort of thing or that sort of other thing...which is a reasonable expectation when you've written other opinions on anything from sex to why other people's children smell funny...so being obliging is a natural response. These things matter and being of the world, they matter to me too.
I found, however, that instead of husband and kids and cats pushing in on my space, it was everything else that I thought I should be concerned about. It's all so much noise and then my brain went down with the shoes and the jokes.
Nothing mattered more on some days than feeding the ground squirrels in my yard.
This is everything that is right in the world.
Today is my 21st anniversary too.
It's a great day. The weather is cool and gorgeous. I can smell rain in the air. The kids came home happy and healthy. None of my cats have vomited on the carpet. I sewed. I ate yogurt. There will probably be nooky later.
Hi again. Nice to be here.
Hi again. Nice to be here.