Every so often I log into Gooblink and think, "Jeez, Chuck went through all this trouble to build me a website, I really ought to write something." Then, I sign out, get a cup of coffee, rearrange the papers on my desk or trim my cuticles in hopes of finding inspiration.
Clearly, my muse is not hiding in stacks of bills or dead skin shavings.
Last January I promised myself that, this year, I would start blogging again. It was about 3rd on my list of New Year's Resignations (yep, after gain weight and let another year pass without getting to know our next door neighbors). Well, I've got about 3 weeks left to keep my promise...time to get the lead out.
I'm not sure where to start. Do you want to hear about our 3000 mile round-trip to America's ice box (the Upper Peninsula of if-you-have-to-ask-you've-never-been-there), dressed in flip-flops and hoodies? Or, how about the squirrel desiccating in my chimney? Maybe, if you like animals, you'd like to hear about my son's Christmas wish-list, which is comprised of nothing but pets and includes such family favorites as a squirrel monkey and a polecat (I hope Santa has had his rabies shot).
There's so much useless information to share; anecdotes that only a grandmother would love and musings to reveal how deeply shallow I really am.
What are we waiting for?