Writing a blog isn’t as glamorous as a lot of people think. I try to think of interesting things to write about, but I’ve been in a creative desert recently. Funny stories come and go. Many aren’t ripe for the telling.
Sometimes, I read the comments in my spam folder and I chuckle (or cry) that my post “When Seagulls Recline at Table” is so popular. I look up the profiles of the characters “following” my blog and laugh (or weep) that some of my “followers” are spammers, writing from content farms in their mother’s basement. I don’t understand why they don’t just take a book and type random sentences from it instead of using their content generation software to create nonsensical “comments.” I found the following in an old book of some repute:
“She decided that next summer when she was working in the garden she would chop off one of her toes with a hoe. It would seem like an accident.”
Wouldn’t that be better than “I was going to write a similar post but you beat me to it. Posts like this are what make the Internet great. Thanks for sharing.”
Did I mention I’m tired a lot? I haven’t taken a decent nap in a long time. I’m happy to report, though, that one of my friends, on an adventure somewhere in the Northwest, sent me a confessional note the other day:
“Mostly, I seem to be just hanging out and resting. Lots of naps, reading, meandering down the dirt road, and going into town for lattes and huckleberry scones.”
I suppose I could write about the infamy of electric toothbrushes (or when a gift becomes a burden), why I’m never going to have my nails painted with shellac polish again, or what to do when dog has a slip and fall at your house (do not call your insurance company).
One bright speck of light on the horizon…I took a Sunday drive out to the intersection of nowhere and found a quaint little lunch spot. I had a divine bowl of split green pea soup, seasoned with bacon instead of a ham bone. It was a surprising delight in an otherwise foggy fatigue.
It gave new meaning to the bumper sticker “visualize whirled peas.”