I suppose you can tell, blog, that I'm not very good at relaxing lately. Relaxing helps me think of interesting things to write here thus, this blathering lot of excuses instead of anything actually related to contemplation. But I have another excuse! I do still get plenty of sleep, and my house is very clean, and this week I even touched up a few chipped spots on my car's paint. But I haven't spent much time taking pictures or writing poetry or just sitting around staring at trees. It's much easier to do that in the summer. At least I have my walks to work, which lately are more like huddled sprints followed by turning my back to brace against the wind gusts, and then sprinting again, trying to avoid the iciest spots.
Well, blog, I believe I've made it clear that I have nothing very interesting to write about. But isn't that why people have blogs? To write about the less-than-interesting items of their lives? I believe trendy people have transitioned to Facebook and Twitter for such missives, and I admit I use Facebook, but it is becoming more and more well, I'm sorry, but more odious by the day. And that's that.
Dear April's blog. Thanks for always being there for her. Her mommy finds out many interesting, amazing things about her daughter by reading you. Which may seem strange but is just fine. xxoo
Posted by: Mom | 2011.01.26 at 10:56 AM