I was reminded, ever so subtly, that I had not updated my blog in nearly a month, and that I needed to get on the ball because I had people checking daily for pithy, snarky commentary on the events of the day. So let’s rehash what has happened in the last month.
In a word….nothing. Oh yeah, there was that election nonsense and all where Democrat friends yelled “na na boo boo” and what not, but I just as soon leave political commentary alone. It makes for a lonely bedfellow, and I like my friends just the way they are, not red, not blue, just there.
I did finally leave my nursing job so I could embark on this writing quest in peace, without the ten phone calls a day asking for one thing or another. Its only been a week and a half so far, but I’m steadily increasing my output. I’m writing a few blog posts here and there and grinding through my content mill work for pay (that was a hint that if anyone needs some writing done, I’m here, waving my arms, drawing attention to myself).
Each Friday night for the last few weeks I meet my friend and her family underneath the big oak tree at the ball park to discuss one thing or another, cheer on her son, then cheer on my son in the merciless boredom that is 14 and under baseball. Oh my gosh, as much as I love my son and love watching him play baseball, it is so damn boring that the conversations (see earlier blog posts) deteriorate much faster. Last Friday night we were reminded, yet again, that its 10 degrees colder at the ballpark. The temperature was only slightly below 60 degrees but the humidity sank in to our bones feeling more like 40 degrees.
My daughter played her first non high school golf match in Ponte Vedra at the Ponte Vedra Inn and Club. Those rich people make our rich people up here look poor. Not that I have any problem with that. Despite her dreadful scores, developing a case of strep throat like symptoms, and generally typical behavior of a 17 year old, I saw a great deal of promise.
My husband finally finished the classic car he’s been working on for years. The Chevelle is now finished and will be headed to the Turkey Rod Run in Daytona. We’ll just leave it at that. Maybe a later blog post will reveal why I’m being sly.
My mother forgot the time change last week. She asked if I would like to go to Jacksonville with her, went to the office at the discussed time. I asked my stepfather where she was, she had left an hour earlier to go to her doctors appointment. She called later, I answered her call with “Alzheimer’s hotline, how may we help you remember”. Just a little humor added to my day.
I still haven’t cleaned off the desk. In this paperless society, we have more paper and crap floating around than before the digital age…..fml. I’ll get to it eventually.
So I just don’t have much to say. My apologies to my loyal followers. I promise I’ll get with the program and offer up more interesting drivel in the next few days. But oh wait, Thanksgiving is coming and that always offers some humor and insanity courtesy of my mother. I’ll be stuffing that turkey with some Prozac that’s for sure!