Yesterday's post about my favorite tea and my rambling writing style compelled you to return, didn't it? Because after THAT, you thought I'd HAVE to write something interesting. I like that you're easily taken in by a simple ruse like this, because so am I.
I'm almost finished my paper. Swim team is over for the summer. School (for the soon to be second-grader) doesn't start yet for another three weeks, and school (for me) is almost over til the middle of September. Not only that, but I'm on vacation in two days. All of this is to say that without a constant feeling of "what's due, where do I need to be, what do I need to do, where's my list" low-level panic, I'm at a bit of a loss. I'm going to pick up my children tonight, and we don't have to be anywhere or to do anything, and I don't have to read or write anything I don't want to read or write. Oh sure, I have to pack, but that's nothing. Laundry? Big effing deal. Errands? Whatever. Blogging? OK, well there's a bit of a problem because I seem to have reached an inspiration impasse, which I hope is temporary. Nothing profoundly interesting or hilariously funny has really struck me this week (well, nothing that I haven't already read about elsewhere). Here are some possible future posts to which you can look forward
- My recent haircut, somewhat terrifying since the heavily-accented Italian man who cut my hair seemed to also have a fairly debilitating speech impediment. He kept holding up my hair and asking questions, and I kept answering, all the while thinking "Mother of God help me, I have no effing idea what he just said." It turned out OK, though. Especially ironic, since I had gone to this new salon specifically because I seemed to be having difficulty communicating with my former stylist...no matter WHAT I told this woman (who speaks perfect English and seems unencumbered by any difficulty with speech or hearing), she gave me the same haircut she'd been giving me for nearly three years.
-The grades on my last and next paper, assuming they're good. If I don't write about them, you'll know I did badly.
-Second-grade orientation for the boy who still announces daily that he's "seven years old!" Why can't he have a Coke, HE'S SEVEN YEARS OLD! His scooter is in the trunk, why can't he get out of the car on Georgia Avenue and ride home because HE'S SEVEN YEARS OLD! HE KNOWS THE WAY! Why can't he watch "Family Guy" with Ahpa, HE'S SEVEN YEARS OLD! (and hey, Ahpa? I KNOW YOU'RE LETTING HIM WATCH IT WHEN I'M NOT HOME. Why else would he suggest the name "Brian" for a neighbor's new puppy?)
-My three-year-old's passionate and growing obsession with Legos. He insists now on taking them to bed with him, so even when he's asleep, he's never seen without a tiny Lego person or structure clutched in his hand.
So, even without much to do, I can still make a list out of it. And even with little to say, I can say it in no fewer than 500 words.